Page 20 of His Beast Mate

“I’m not. It makes sense to me.”

I couldn’t say this enough. I would chant this every morning for the rest of my days: Thank you Zivot Maka for blessing my mate with a big dick. I will bring you sacrifice. I will raise strong beasts.

I stroked his length, getting it even bigger and harder while John watched me. Damn, I couldn’t be sure if I truly aroused him. He might let me have my way with him. Was that it? I frowned. Perhaps John enjoyed a dominant female in the bedroom? I could be it. He’d said he liked to boss around, but maybe…hm. I squeezed his dick. Hard.

He winced, and I lifted my T-shirt, then threw it on the floor. I squirmed out of my sweatpants and threw those too. John’s gaze lowered to my breasts. “You have very nice tits.” With both hands on my breasts, he kneaded them. I lifted, readying to sit on his dick, relief flooding me instantly at the thought of our joining.

John held my hips.

A snarl escaped my lips. “I want it,” I said.

“And you will have it. Later.”

“I want it now.”

John grabbed the back of my neck, and the next thing I knew, he’d flipped us over, his hard body on top of mine. He bit my neck. I arched my back. His cock fit between my legs, and when John let go and pinned me down with his cold eyes, I began growling.

“I like that sound, Kitten. I’m gonna make you purr all night. This won’t be fast or instant, this will be long and painful, because that is what I want. Something that lasts. I haven’t had a woman in a long time. The last time I tried, my dick was limp. I thought it was because I worked a job, and because I wasn’t interested in the girl. But the time before that, I needed it, and I couldn’t get hard. I even thought I might be gay.”

“You must’ve married at some point or had a long-term girlfriend or something.”

“I was never married. How could I be married when I wasn’t interested in the opposite sex?”

“But you have a daughter. She came from a woman worthy of your seed.”

John looked away. He was thinking. When he looked back at me, he lowered his head and kissed me. “Sienna means the world to me. I don’t know what would have happened to me if I hadn’t…if I didn’t have her. She was my lifeline. And I promise, one day, I’ll tell you about my daughter. Right now, I want something for me.”

“What do you want?”

“I want to hear you purr. You can’t imagine how long I’ve waited for a woman that makes me hard. You make me hard.” He thrust up, and I squealed at the feeling of him on my pussy. Dear Mother, I wanted him inside me. “Half my life, I felt something was wrong with me. I dealt with it. It was just as well, because I didn’t like people anyway.”

“There’s nothing wrong with you, John. You’re made for me.” His lips hovered over my mouth. I closed the distance and kissed him. I hummed at the taste of my mate and hugged him tight to bring him closer. I moved my hips and purred. But John didn’t advance, content to set a slow pace with our tongues. When I grabbed his shoulders, he vaulted up.

“Noooo,” I said, my legs left open. Cold air caressed my pussy. John’s gaze caressed it too. I snuck my hand between my legs. He glanced at the floor and grabbed his belt. He folded it in half.

I licked my lips, couldn’t take my eyes off the leather.

John observed me. “I hear beast bitches like the feel of leather. Do you?”

“Yes, mate.”

“I hear they like it slapping over their pussy.”

“Oh yes.” I moved my hand and spread my legs wider.

“I hear a male should never give in to the female.”

“Not true. Give in.”

John put a knee on the bed and took my wrists. He wrapped a belt around one, then stopped at the sight of my scars. I’d been chained and bound for the better part of the last six months. I averted my gaze.

John didn’t stop, though. He bound my arms above the elbows. “Look at me.”

I did.

“It’s not your fault. None of it is. This is your room. I’m your man. Nobody can hurt you.”

I nodded.

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