Page 24 of Free Beast Mate

Emma blushed. Mm-hm. Not so brave now. These girls heard the word sex and blushed like… virgins. “Tell me why you need to find my mate. And don’t jump over the bush. Jump right on it.” I winked, thinking about her jumping on my dick. Hop on, baby. Your lord’s gonna let you ride.

“Amoris, please. If you would just admit or even say that she isn’t here, they’ll go out and get more girls. One of them has to be yours. Right?”

“Not at all. My mate may not even have been born yet. Nobody but the Beast Mother knows about the mating.”

“That can’t be true. The Beast Father knows.”

I leaned my elbows on the table, not fucking around anymore. I had this shiver run through me. My instincts.

Emma leaned in too, put her elbows on the table. My gaze found her small tits, so now I stared at them. And they were small, her handfuls, not my handfuls. They made me crazy. Everything about Emma made me crazy. Especially her touch. It was kind and careful. She never left a single place in this cage dirty or dusty or unkempt. Everything had its place, everything I left on the counter, or by my bed, I found returned there. She’d pick up a cup, clean, then put the cup back exactly in the same place as she found it.

When I attacked her at the door, the touch of her hand on my shoulder slayed me. It was soft and barely noticeable, as if she hesitated. Nobody had touched me like that in the years I’d been here. I needed her with me. And I couldn’t let her stay. I inhaled a lungful of her scent and took a minute to clear my head, to process the things she’d told me while trying not to stare at her tits. “There is no such thing as Beast Father. Who told you that?”

“Nobody had to tell me. I’ve seen him.”

I swallowed bile. “Seen him?”

“Yes, with my own two eyes.”

I leaned back in the chair. Beast Father didn’t exist. There was only one beast who would call himself that. “What did this beast look like?”

“Tall.” She flung her hair over her shoulder, giving me attitude again as if annoyed with my questions. “Big. Weird. You name it.”

I narrowed my eyes. “I want to bend you over my knee. You’re begging for it.”

Pink tongue peeked between her lips.

I blinked, not believing I’d seen it. “Do that again.” My dick felt like it would explode, my palm itching for her ass.

She stuck her tongue out at me.

I smiled. “I think you might be mine.”

Her eyes widened, her excitement palpable. “Really?”

“Maybe. Let’s test it out.”

“Okay. I thought you’d know right away. We’ve been told you would know.”

“No, no, I wouldn’t know. I have to test it out.” Beast Mother would punish me for lying to my mate. She would punish me, but it would be worth it. I turned away from the table, arranged my legs for maximum impact, and cracked my knuckles. “Come here.”

Emma stood but hesitated.

I tapped my thigh. “Changed your mind?” I didn’t think she was breathing. I glanced down. Ah, my dick. It tented my shorts, and she probably thought I’d nestle her on my lap and make her fuck it. Which I would. But not today. Today, I was in the mood to spank her. Her own fault for making me do it. Mm-hm. I tapped my thigh again. “Baby, don’t give my dick the frightened-lamb eyes. It only makes me want to spank you harder.”

Emma shook her head as if she’d been caught in a trance. Then she moved and stopped right between my legs, so her tits were in my face. I couldn’t decide which one of them to bite first. I palmed her hips. A bit too bony for my taste. Emma did go hungry and often. And that was okay. If she stayed here, I’d feed her good, and when she carried my babies, she’d eat more if she wanted. If she didn’t want to eat, that was her thing. But if she wanted more food, I’d give it to her. How? Well, somehow, because I surely couldn’t provide for her on my own.

I turned her to her side and pressed a gentle hand over her back, then arranged her with her ass up and over my thighs. Her small fingers wound about my ankle, her touch soft as if my leg would break. I raised my hand and slapped one cheek. Emma yelped. “Keep calm and steady. If you need to beg, go forth and beg, because I like it. If you can’t take it anymore, you will say my given name. Amoris. Understood?” I slapped the other cheek and rubbed the heat, then leaned back to see a handprint on her already red bottom. What a sight for my sore eyes. I would carve my name on a wooden paddle so when I whacked her ass, it would imprint there.

“Yes, my lord.”

I stroked my cock a little and laid four slaps on her bottom. Her hands covered her ass. “Please, my lord, that’s too hard.”

I gripped her wrists and pressed them to the small of her back. Because hey, my lord only made me spank her harder.

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