Page 22 of Free Beast Mate

Chapter Eight

Amoris

Emma and Johnhad finally left. I didn’t hear a peep for over half an hour, and I’d been crammed inside this small bathroom for at least two hours straight. Too bad I didn’t have a watch. Also too bad, I forgot my clean clothes when I stormed inside.

That new guy, John, kept an eye on me, smirked even as I practically ran away from my mate. I could’ve done it differently, not asked her to strip and show me her back.

And Adam? Adam was a given. He had to die. But I didn’t have to see her scars right then and there no matter what. I should’ve found another way to see them, though I wasn’t sure how, since they wouldn’t let me inside my cell while she moved around in it.

Which was for the best. For the past year, I’d lived with only her scent, and I could go on living with it. Except, I couldn’t. Not really. When she’d missed her workday, I nearly lost my mind thinking the worse, thinking she’d left the community or even died. All kinds of things had gone through my head before I’d heard she’d been lashed and suspended from work because she stole the loaf of bread I’d thrown in the garbage and because they thought her a beast whore.

Was she hungry? It hadn’t occurred to me that people here would be hungry. They fed me well, but come to think of it, even my portions of nonhuman meat had dwindled in the past…let’s see, six months. The potato tasted stale, its texture too soft on my palate. The only fresh thing they had was human meat. I shuddered. It spoke volumes of their Men of Earth movement that they sacrificed their own people so I could eat.

I wondered if Jamie knew about Men of Earth or if he had mated. If Jamie had mated, he’d live in a cloud somewhere with his mate. I missed him. With Jamie around, I felt unbeatable, like we could conquer the world. Which we certainly had.

I grunted as I got up off the floor and made my way outside. I picked a black pair of shorts for the day. Emma had stacked my laundry for the week. I sniffed my shorts. They smelled like her. I wanted them to smell like her pussy. Saliva pooled in my mouth, and I smiled.

A door clicked and slid open.

Another one followed.

These assholes had been having a field day around here for the past week. “Fuck off outside until Sunday. Come back with fresh pussy then. Let’s not break the routine anymore. I like the routine.”

“Fresh pussy has arrived,” Emma said.

I rounded the corner, ready to throw her out.

She lifted a finger. “Wait a minute. Not right away!”

I caged her against the door, both hands around her head. We needed to have an eye-to-eye kind of talk. “Get. Out.”

Emma narrowed her eyes. I couldn’t fucking believe the defiance.

“Do you tell all the breeders to get out?”

“Yes.”

“Liar. I see what you do when they come in.”

My eyebrows shot up. “You’ve watched?”

She shrugged. “Sometimes. Not intentionally. There are supplies in the closet in this sector, and they are relatively new compared to other stuff we got, so I take from the closet when I need it. Last time, the breeders happened to be visiting so I…I saw how you receive them. You don’t tell them to get out, you tell them to come in and sit on your…dick.”

Fucked didn’t describe my situation accurately. I couldn’t come up with the word for my fucked life at this moment. But I didn’t have to, because Emma had plenty more to say. “John thinks I’m your mate.” She waggled her eyebrows.

“You’re not.”

“I think you’re lying.”

“No, you don’t. You’re hoping I’m not lying.” Oh, but she released her hair, and all that scent of shampoo and Emma burned in my lungs. A sniff. One sniff never killed a beast, so I rubbed my cheek against her soft one as I leaned in to sniff her hair, maybe even lick a bit of her neck. A taste. Tiny taste. Mmmm, I rolled the taste of her skin over my tongue. Okay. A little more. I pressed my lips to her neck. Emma put her hand on my shoulder. Her palm sent a shiver down my spine. I picked up her leg and put it over my hip while sucking on her neck, my body leaning in, moving closer, until I pressed her to the steel, my erection wanting to pierce her virginal pussy, let her blood coat my cock.

Emma whimpered softly.

I inhaled the smell of her arousal. It struck my lungs as if someone had stabbed them. Then I was all over her. I ripped her dress, spun her around, and spanked her apple-shaped ass. Once, twice, three times, I spanked her ass until it was bright red and my palm had warmed up real nice. I could do this all fucking night. Emma didn’t protest. Let me do what I wanted. She sure was mine. A mate of mine would naturally want to submit to whatever the hell I came up with. And I would make her mine.

I fisted her hair and got my dick out of my pants. Her scars caught my eye. A good thing, because they made me pause. The lust I carried for my mate’s pussy left, and I came to my senses. I let her go. “Get dressed.”

I sat behind the small table for two, thinking how fucking perfect everything was set up around here. A table for two. Soothing music if I wanted it, a blue-skies-illusion hologram covering the steel ceiling. Even the sun rose and fell above me. As if I was on some sort of secluded island. “Fucking out!”

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