Page 19 of His Beast Mate

Chapter Six

Kitten

A cold new room.And with faint gray paint on the walls, the color of John’s eyes. No, not cold. Only plain, much like John. Plain didn’t equal cold. Although John’s eyes hid his feelings and thoughts, and although I couldn’t read him clearly, his actions spoke louder than his words. We’d misjudged him, both Lers and I. Probably far too many people misjudged this man. He wanted to do right by me even if he didn’t know me. There was something to be said about men who took care of women. John had a nurturing side. He’d been a single dad most of his adult life. Great Mother had matched me with a good man.

I turned my head so I could see him. A mistake, because when he pinned me down with his gray eyes, I felt his dominance. It turned me on even more. “Thank you,” I said.

“Mmm.” John went back to watching the screen.

The pain from heat throbbed in my pussy with its own pulse, my body eager for his seed. I wondered if I would get pregnant or if it would take a few heat periods to get there. I wanted it to take a few. It would give John and me time to get to know each other. Then I remembered he would head to Texas in two days’ time. Something must’ve showed on my face, because John asked, “Is there something wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Do you have something to say to me?”

Oh, but this was hard. I stood my ground in the wake of my throbbing pussy, but if I didn’t say it now, I wouldn’t say it later either. “I don’t want you to do the right thing. I want you to mate me because you want to. I can get any beast to do right by me. That’s not what this is. I need you to understand the mating. Do you know what it is?”

“I know.”

“Are you sure?”

“Certain.”

I waited for him to elaborate. He just watched me. I wanted his dick now. In my mouth, in my ass, in my pussy, everywhere. On cue, my lower abdomen contracted and my body flushed with arousal, anticipating his penetration. I whined, letting him hear my pain. But John didn’t feel sorry for me, not even a little bit. I realized he must be the only one. I could appreciate that. Every male I’d seen today had avoided making eye contact with me as we walked down the hallway. They felt sorry for me. I didn’t need their pity. Out there on the field, I needed them to treat me like an equal.

Still, it would be nice for John to open up. Maybe that would come later too. “Okay,” I said and turned back to the TV, where the movie opened with a scene of a mythical dragon creature spitting fire and burning down a city. “I thought this was a romance.”

John put his hand on my hip. “I think it is.”

“But it starts out with dragons, not people.”

“I’m sure there’s some romance in it. All great movies have romance.”

I grunted and watched burning buildings, aware of the heat of his body behind mine and the thumb that swiped back and forth over my thin T-shirt. Somehow, it subdued the pain into a dull throb, and I lay there sharing the silence with my mate. The romance in the movie came, and it piqued my interest. I lifted my head when the dragon prince took the girl into the bedroom.

Under my shirt, John splayed a hand over my back and traced my spine with his palm. My skin burned wherever he touched. “You’re hot,” he said and scooted closer. I felt his erection on my ass. I wiggled. On the screen, the prince ordered the girl to take off her clothes. She bit her lip, looking reluctant. I couldn’t relate.

John blew behind my ear and dropped small kisses there, then trailed his lips down my neck. Sweet torture. I clamped my legs, trying to ease the ache, and found his hand. I took it and moved it to cup my breast. I rubbed his calloused palms over my nipple and whined when he pinched it. “I need you inside me.”

“Later.”

He trailed his hand down my belly and brought me closer to him. “Do you feel what you do to me?”

I felt his erection and tucked my hand between us so I could touch it. Thank you, Beast Mother. John measured up to what I needed. Something big and hard. In my lower belly, the pain intensified, but the cramps wouldn’t come, as my body felt my mate’s dick. I gripped him tighter when the dragon prince on the screen took a pale nipple into his mouth. The virginal girl squealed. I couldn’t relate. She ought to grip his mane of hair and bring his face closer.

I waited for John to do more, say more, stroke my pussy at the very least. I willed his hand to cup me. When he didn’t, I spun around, pushed him onto his back, and straddled him. “Yes,” escaped my mouth as my pussy rubbed his jean-covered erection. I rocked on top of it while I worked his belt open. I got it and yanked it out of his pants.

“Thank you,” he said and smiled.

I smiled back and rocked, knowing I couldn’t come like this. I needed penetration. Beast females didn’t have a clitoris up front. The sensitive part that made us come was the entire skin area at the entrance of the pussy. The sensitive part wasn’t separated from the hole but a part of it. Penetration could get me off multiple times as he pounded into me, his smooth, hard dick rubbing all the right places.

The buttons on his pants popped as I yanked.

Growling, I took his dick in my hand and paused. I blinked. An average human man was half the size of a beast male. John was not half the size. “You’re big,” I said.

“You seem surprised.”

“I am.”

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