Page 9 of His Beast Mate

I grabbed her hand, and we ran into the living space. We crouched behind the couch. I presumed the security didn’t have a visual inside the house, only outside. “I got four bullets left.”

Kitten squeezed my hand. “You have me.”

Hell. “Listen to me, Kitten. I don’t want you to do anything stupid. Do not put yourself in harm’s way.”

“Felicia was a warrior female,” she said, speaking of herself in third person. “Kitten needs to honor herself, and the only way I can have my honor back is by killing those who want to harm me and my mate. And maybe collect a trinket or two, Mayhem style.” She eyed the men on the floor.

“What is Mayhem style?”

“He collects trinkets. I’ll collect a pinky from each one of those men.”

I stared at her profile. “Look at me,” I ordered, and she obeyed. “You are serious.”

“Are we gonna do this or not?” she asked.

“This place is secured,” I reminded her.

Kitten smiled so wide, you’d think she was at the carnival, excited to get on the ride she’d been dreaming about since she was five. “I’m impressed and proud you breached the security. You must be a great…soldier.”

“I ain’t no hero.”

“But you could be my hero.”

“Kitten, I can’t risk your life.”

Her smile faltered. “Listen, male. I need my life back.”

“Your Alpha would not approve of collecting trinkets.”

“My Alpha consumed his mate’s family because they hurt her. He ate her uncle while the man was still alive. It was slow and painful, just how Rey wanted it. So, yeah, he would most definitely approve.”

“No. I order you to stand down.” I wondered if that would work.

Kitten made a sour face. “Only one pinky?”

“No.”

“Okay.”

I believed she ignored me. Oh man, she’d die for me. I had to keep her close, so I hooked a hand over her hip and brought her between me and the couch. Sweat dripped from my brow, and I wiped it with a sleeve when I heard a noise. I tilted my head. It was some sort of rumbling. No wait. Puhhhhrrrr. I raised both eyebrows.

William ascended from down below. He paused at the dead bodies on the floor, then spun around and searched the seemingly empty house. “What is the meaning of this?” he asked, as if his toddler had accidentally broken a vase. I put a hand over Kitten’s mouth and scooted closer. As I pressed my body against hers, my dick threatened to pierce through my zipper and enter her. Sure enough, Kitten purred so loud, the people across the street could hear. The heels of William’s fine polished shoes clicked on the marble floors as he walked into the living space.

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