Page 15 of His Beast Mate

Chapter Five

Kitten

I awokein the middle of the night and put a hand over my chest. Beneath my palm, my chest burned. The thing about heat? It comes at the least convenient moments. The heat flashes come first. I pulled the sheet over my head and covered my face. What the hell do I do? In an hour, I’d jump my poor human mate, and he’d have to pry me off him. Embarrassing, really, especially because he didn’t understand.

Beast males understood. Hell, most of the single ones around the compound couldn’t wait for one of us to go into heat so they’d get their rocks off while helping out. It made them feel useful as it eased our pain. We called the process “servicing the single female.” Fucking was different. Servicing had a purpose.

John wouldn’t know or understand the first thing about servicing a beast bitch. Even if he knew, I’d met him just last night, and humans didn’t mate; they didn’t feel what we felt. I flung the sheet away from my body and swung my legs over the edge. The floor cooled my soles, and I sighed in relief.

“Hey,” John said, his voice rough with sleep. He scrubbed his face. “Man, I fell asleep.”

“We both did.” Oh, he was sexy as he pushed up on his elbows and his abs flexed. His chest looked strong, his eyes looked cold, and his forearms were wide and manly. My pussy wept for what he packed under his pants.

“Can I get you something?” he asked as he got out of bed. “I’m sure you should be resting.”

“I’m good. Gonna see Lers. These beds aren’t so comfortable. I need my own quarters, you know. Do my girly stuff.” Girly stuff? Mentally, I rolled my eyes.

“Right. I’ll walk you out.” He put a hand under my elbow as if I’d collapse while walking a few feet.

“I can walk on my own.”

“Just in case.”

His touch burned. I needed to get away from him, or I’d make a total fool of myself begging and pleading for his cock. I’d begged and pleaded enough. I wasn’t gonna do that anymore. I had to retain some form of pride, even at the expense of suffering for days on end. With my mate around and uninterested, the pain would only get worse. But I’d done it before, and I’d do it again until he chose to be with me. I wasn’t a beggar. No more.

We walked outside and into the receiving area, where Lers dozed in a chair before a monitor. His head jerked up, and he stood. “I was…I was…”

“Resting your eyes?” John asked.

“Why, yes. And you seem to be going somewhere.”

“I’m going to walk Felicia to her quarters. Where are they?”

“Upstairs. Singles floor. But you can walk there tomorrow morning.” He glanced at his watch. “After twenty-four hours have passed.”

“We’re feeling well enough,” John said.

“No.”

“Yes,” I said.

Lers came from around the table. I backed off toward the door immediately, didn’t want him near me. The sensors on the doors slid it open with a whoosh. Music to my ears. “Come on, John.” I grabbed his elbow and pulled. He stood firm.

I jerked.

Nope. Couldn’t move him. “Wow,” I said, remembering how he’d lifted the objects in the house. “You’re soooo strong.” I gripped his bicep and squeezed, wanting to stick my tongue out and lick every curve of his body. Oh Mother, it had started. The part where I lost my sensibilities and did whatever I had to do to make him mate me. My brain would disengage in about fifteen minutes. I’d make an ass of myself.

“Wait a second,” Lers said. He turned up his nose, and his nostrils flared. Don’t say it. Don’t say it. “Female, you are in heat.”

I huffed out a breath.

“Come back inside. Don’t make me lock the doors. The alarms will blare. Rey will lose sleep. Jamie gets grumpy about her sleep. Vice will complain, and the people in the park will know something important is happening in the fortress. They’ll think the heirs are coming. It’ll be a mess to sort out.”

“There’s nothing we can do about it,” I said. “It will pass.” I glanced at John, who listened quietly.

Lers motioned us over and took my vitals again. They aligned with what females experienced during heat: fever and ovarian spasms. My pussy began throbbing as if I’d been kept on the edge of an orgasm for twelve hours with no release in sight. It hurt and would hurt more because his seed wouldn’t come.

“John, give us a minute,” Lers said.

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