Page 24 of His Beast Mate

“Would you?”

“Yes.”

“Human or beef?”

Her eyes widened.

I grinned and got out of bed. “Kidding. Eggs?”

“Sure.”

“Do we have a kitchen around here?”

“John, are you going to cook for me?”

I put on my jeans. “Yeah.”

“You know how to cook, then.”

“Yeah.” Where the fuck was my belt? I looked around.

Kitten got out of bed and bent, coming away with my belt. She passed it to me, a strange expression on her face. “What is it?” I asked.

“A male beast who cooks for his female is usually a submissive male.”

I wound my belt about my waist. “A man who cooks for his woman is usually trying to get laid.” I loved making her smile. “You have warped ways with gender roles. I don’t have those issues. I like to cook, and I like to get laid. It doesn’t make me a submissive, it makes me a regular guy. Now, tell me, is it because I didn’t spank you last night, hm? You’re afraid you’ll end up bossing me around in the bedroom when what you really want is for me to take control?”

Kitten nodded.

I stepped closer and gripped her neck. “In time, we will find our place. I am not a beast male, and I never will be. I’m your man, and I do what I want.”

“You make me so hot, John.”

“I know.” I squeezed her neck tighter and brought her to me so I could taste her again. Kitten opened immediately, kissed me back, and moaned. So responsive. I wanted to bend her over and bury myself in her again. I stuck a finger in her pussy. It came away wet. Kitten plastered her body to mine, wanting to crawl all over me. I lifted her up and slapped her ass.

Her eyes brightened.

I slapped it again.

“Oh, John, we’ll never leave this room.”

Alarms blared through the fortress. Kitten covered her ears, a pained expression on her face. I put her down. “Get dressed.”

In record speed, I got my boots and shirt on. Thinking the worst, I searched the room for my shotgun. Fuck. Couldn’t carry inside the fortress. They’d stored my weapon. The image of an army of Men of Earth outside, arrows pointed on the fortress, went through my head. My daughter and my mate were in here. I better do something about it.

“Alpha Beast to the labor room,” Lers’s voice carried through the speakers.

Kitten squealed. “The heirs are coming!”

Howls came from outside, and once Kitten threw on black tights, a T-shirt, and leather boots, we followed the army of beasts heading for the med bay. The beasts, half in their battle forms, half human, squeezed inside the elevator. I kept Kitten next to me. She was showing some of her beast too, like the way her jaw slackened to accommodate her bigger teeth. When I ran a hand through her hair, I felt the difference. It was coarse and rough.

Ping.

Finally, we arrived on the floor. People snarled as they pushed past each other, then ran for the med bay. Torrent, their High Priest, blocked the main hallway that led into the reception area. The masses halted. He sighed. “Would everyone please relax?” Beasts tried to shake off their excitement by nodding their heads. And failed. There was so much of…something in the air. I couldn’t explain it, but it got my adrenaline pumping.

“Has anyone seen the Alpha Beast?” Torrent asked.

“What?” Kitten squeaked out.

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