Page 25 of Free Beast Mate

Chapter Nine

Emma

Blood rushed to my cheeks.It wasn’t from the upside-down position, though it could be that too. It was from the way the tip of lord’s smooth member touched my side when he bent to lay a kiss on my reddened cheek. It was how he gripped it after the kiss and, with a grunt, slammed his palm down on it. My insides roared to life, my arousal starting to seep between my legs. I hoped he couldn’t tell. I didn’t think I was supposed to like this.

God, I was weird.

“I smell wet pussy.”

Oh, okay. More heat surged into my cheeks. I shook my head. “I don’t smell anything like that.”

“Tell me, Emma. What does the beast father look like?” Amoris rubbed my bottom and kissed it again, trailing his rough tongue over it. It scraped my skin. “Platinum blond.”

Amoris struck my bottom again.

“Oy! Blond and with…I don’t know, maybe white eyes. Maybe silver. Like a wolf. Though I wouldn’t know a real wolf but for some drawings Tom kept inside his desk. He’s an artist, you know. Draws and paints. Well, not so much anymore since he’s so busy with taking care of us.”

Amoris struck again. “The beast father. When did you see him?”

I tried to think when he’d visited. I first remembered seeing him when I was seven and Reagan, Tom’s only daughter, was five. He’d visited the sanctuary early in the morning. Reagan and I were playing in the corner. Nobody paid us any mind.

Amoris spanked both my cheeks. One two three four times.

I screamed. “It hurts!”

“I know, baby, I know. It will hurt more if you don’t tell me.”

“I saw him when I was seven years old.”

“And how old are you now?”

“Twenty-four.”

“So young.” He rubbed my bottom. “Makes me want to violate your innocence.”

“You can only have sex with your mate.”

Amoris laughed. “Who told you that lie?”

“Me. And why do you think everyone has to tell me everything? I know things all by my little self.”

Amoris spanked me in earnest. Said I should watch my tone when I addressed him and especially when I was over his knee. Tears trailed down my cheeks, and I sniffed all the while my pussy throbbed. I felt like I needed something inside. Maybe his finger? “Please stop,” I said.

He landed four more slaps and flipped me over to sit on his thigh.

He wore nothing but a smug grin.

I glared at him.

Then he swiped a thumb over my face and tasted my tears. “My mate would cry quite a bit. I get off on tears and begging. You still think you’re mine?”

“Yes.” I felt like I’d been throwing myself at him and he didn’t want me. But I didn’t care about feeling like that when everyone, including myself, would starve down here. No shame in wanting to survive. And come to think of it, Amoris hadn’t spanked any of the breeders. If nothing else, it might make Tom believe Amoris found a mate. I didn’t have to be the mate. “We can pretend,” I whispered. “I wouldn’t tell a soul.”

Amoris gripped my hips tighter. “Pretend.”

“Yes.” I glanced at the tiny green lights all around his quarters. Not one had been shut off. John was watching. I leaned in and put a hand on Amoris’s shoulder so I could whisper in his ear. A growl came from his chest. I didn’t care. He wouldn’t hurt me. It wasn’t like he was hungry; he’d consumed a man already, and he hadn’t hurt the breeders. “Stop growling at me and listen.” I felt his nose in my hair, and I heard a rumble in his chest when he inhaled. I shivered. “People are starving. I stole your bread because the moment I saw it, I wanted it. We eat soup all the time. It’s water with some flavor, does little for me. I’m tired. If we pretend you’ve found a mate, it would end.”

Amoris pushed me away but not off his lap, his eyes on the table. “When was the last time you’ve seen the beast father?”

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