Page 21 of His Beast Mate

“This is why we can’t use the belt on your body the way you want me to. Do you understand?”

“I do, but I can’t have you pity me. I’ve worked hard to keep sane and mentally stable. I’ve worked hard to be strong. I don’t need to fall apart now.”

“And you’re not. But I can’t do it, and you will obey me on this.” He gripped my jaw. “Let’s hear it.”

“Yes, mate.”

“Keep your hands to yourself. Don’t sass me, Kitten. I’ll keep you begging for my dick all night if you snarl at me again. Purr, you can purr all you like.” His hand traveled down my stomach and cupped my pussy. “I want to know what you taste like. Do you think I should lick you?”

“Yes.”

“Where?”

“Everywhere.”

He chuckled and put a finger inside my pussy. My walls clamped around it, and his eyes widened. “Wow,” he said and put another finger inside. I lifted my hips, seeking more. John withdrew his finger.

“Fuck,” I said.

John stood back up, studying something between my legs. I started feeling a little self-conscious. Beast female anatomy wasn’t that different from a human woman’s anatomy. We all came with tits, ass, legs, arms, and a pussy. Pussy was pussy across the universe, designed by nature and higher beings as a soft place for a dick to pierce. And while mine didn’t have labia or a clitoris covered under the skin, it looked much the same.

John dropped to his knees.

I pinched my lips, resisting the urge to grab his head and pull his mouth down. A finger explored my slit and entered. My pussy walls clamped around it again. His touch felt so good, my arousal flushed down, making me nice and wet for his hard dick.

He noticed. “You are so wet. Are you going to be wet for me all the time?”

“Yes.”

“Whenever I feel like fucking, you will be wet?”

“Yes.”

“Where should I lick you?”

Ah. John was just a guy, trying to figure out where to put his mouth. He would be so good to me, I could tell. “At the entrance.”

Eyes locked with mine, John licked. My body arched, and I sat up and moved to the edge of the bed. “Yes,” I hissed. “There.” My bound hands fell between my legs and John pushed me back down. He grabbed my hips to pull me to him more, then set my feet on his shoulders. Hands on my thighs, he spread my legs and buried his face between them. He stuck his tongue inside my pussy and twirled it over my entrance. I released moans to let him hear my pleasure so that my mate could learn where I was sensitive to his tongue. John didn’t take long to understand my body. I supposed a beast mate was gifted in such a way, because his tongue stroked all the right places.

My chest rumbled as I sought my release, and John helped me out. He stuck his fingers inside me and pumped while coming up to suck a nipple into his mouth. He bit down. My body shuddered, my walls contracted, and I came apart. My arousal flushed all over his fingers, and I sighed in relief, the pain heat had caused ebbing into a throb.

In a daze, I looked at the TV. The princess was running down some hallway. She tripped and fell on a perfectly flat surface. I couldn’t relate.

John flipped me over and yanked me to him. My knees hit the floor. A hand fell over my throat, and John locked me into a choke hold.

He entered me.

It was so sudden and unexpected that I gasped. My pussy clamped around his dick. She’d milk the seed out of him. I felt my walls contract around his dick, urging him on. In heat, such muscle action was a reflex.

John breathed at my ear, tightening his hold on my neck. I realized he would treat me like a beast male would. No pity for poor Felicia, the female warrior who couldn’t take care of herself on the battlefield. No pity for poor Felicia, who’d gotten violated and declawed. No pity for the withering creature who’d crawled around his feet last night.

The tension left my body. My muscles relaxed. John must’ve felt it, because he released his hold on me and wound his fist in my hair. “Kitten.”

“Yes, mate.”

“You’re so tight.”

“It’s the heat.”

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