Page 35 of Free Beast Mate

“Yes, my lord.” I touched his hair. Had wanted to touch it again since I’d first done it in the bathroom. “It’s not as soft as it looks.”

Amoris kissed his way down my chin and my neck, where he licked, and I giggled. “That tickles.”

A warm palm on the underside of my knee. He pushed up so my knee touched the wall, leaving me open for him. He lifted my left leg and draped it over his hip, then bunched up my dress and pulled it up. The entire time, he stared at me, and I could see his eyes change from red to silver. It started with speckles of silver, but now the silver replaced the red completely. Unsure why, I found his gaze hard to hold, so I focused on his mouth.

His nostrils flared again. Amoris looked handsome and even cute what with his gorgeous hair, eyes framed in large eyelashes, and plush lips. But I also noticed the bones on his face had become more pronounced, his jaw wider. I put a finger on his upper lip and lifted it.

Amoris growled and gripped my thigh, his claws digging in.

I gasped, my insides no longer fluttering. Between my legs, the place ached, and the pain made me lift my hips.

“Are you missing something?” he asked, voice gruff but playful, palm sliding up my belly to cup my breast. Or so I thought. He hooked a claw and ripped the dress. When I protested, he claimed my mouth. His tongue demanded I open and let him inside, and so I did, still unsure how this was done. It wasn’t like I had guys lining up to kiss me, so I’d never learned.

Amoris’s kiss was sensual this time as opposed to the first time when I felt like he’d had sex with me. I closed my eyes and got lost in the feeling of his palm on my nipple. It rubbed and rubbed, and I moaned, lifting my hips, fisting his hair with one hand, pushing at his shoulder with the other. He took the pushing as a cue, I believe, because he broke the kiss.

I snapped my eyes open and yanked his head back down. Or tried to. Amoris held firm. His breaths came out in pants. “I don’t think you know what you’re doing or even what you want. But when you find out what you want, you’ll be a fierce lover.”

“Thank you?”

“Welcome. Put your hands above your head.”

“Why?” I whined.

“Because I said so.”

“I like your hair.”

“I know what you like. Believe me, it’s not my fucking hair.” He didn’t wait for me to stretch my arms up. He took them by the wrists and trapped them above my head.

I tugged. “Hey!”

“Shut up, or I’ll gag you.”

My eyes widened.

Amoris leapt off the bed and stood there. His shoulders spanned the width of a door, his hair covered most of his torso, his eyes blazed silver, his pants barely held his erection. When he watched me, I felt as if we’d had sex already. I spread my legs wider because I felt I should.

Sure enough, his gaze lowered, his entire body turned toward my wet place. But he hesitated. I could see he didn’t want to want me. I felt heat over my face, and when I looked down my chest, blotches of red covered it. I always got those when I was embarrassed. This was embarrassing. “I hate you,” came out of my mouth.

“I wish you hated me,” he said and knelt between my legs.

I went to clamp them closed, but he held my thighs. When I struggled, he grabbed my ankles and pushed my legs up, the bottom of my body following until my knees landed on each side of my head. He shackled my ankles with my wrists. Bent like this, with my bottom up in his face, I couldn’t move.

“The gag is next.” A claw ran up and down my sensitive bud.

I said nothing, trying not to care about my strange position, trying not to think about being available for his use. Because that was how this felt. He could do anything he wanted to me.

Amoris left for the bathroom.

I waited a bit, thinking he had business in there, but when he didn’t return for a while, I called out. “Hello?”

“Yes?”

“Um, I’m kinda in a pickle here.”

Masculine laughter. Amoris returned, his hair pulled back. He opened the minifridge and got something from there. A liquid vial. Then he poured the liquid in a bowl and mixed it with something else from the fridge. Medicine. For pain. “Hello.”

“Yes?”

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