Page 38 of Free Beast Mate

Chapter Thirteen

Amoris

My dick begged for attention.It throbbed with years of suppressed need and one year of me jerking off to my mate’s scent. When I stretched over Emma’s body to unshackle her, even through my shorts I felt her fluid on my balls. I gritted my teeth and gathered Emma up into my arms so that she could let out her tears. I sat on the bed and leaned on the wall with her over my lap. She buried her hands in my hair and her face into the crook of my neck, where she sniffed. Her tears landed on my shoulder, and her blunt teeth clamped over my neck.

I winced when she bit down harder.

Then she came up to look at me.

Her eyes were glossy, her hair mussed, and under my palm, her ass burned.

“I hate you. My lord.”

“I love you, my mate.”

She blinked up at me. I didn’t think she expected me to say it. Why wouldn’t I? I’d spent a year living for Tuesdays and Thursdays, when her scent filled the cage. It made my days in here all the easier, it made me compliant, made me accept my isolation.

There was no way out of here. I’d tried everything. From killing males who’d come here to begging Tom to let me out. I’d promised him gold, freedom, women, anything he wanted. He wasn’t interested in any of it, kept telling me God would give him what he deserved and told me I couldn’t give him freedom. He wanted to be free of the beasts. He’d called us unholy, and I knew better than to argue with his beliefs. The humans had their God, and we had our Beast Mother, neither of which was evil.

It was not his faith that made him torture me in the cube; it was the man himself finding reasons to support his madness. God was the easiest to rely upon because God wasn’t here in the flesh. If he were to come here in the flesh, he’d have flooded all those motherfuckers out of here. And I bet Beast Mother would have done the same to us had we taken humans and executed them when we’d seized the planet all those years ago.

I kissed my mate, her tongue soothing me but not my dick. My dick throbbed. Perhaps Emma felt my pain, or perhaps she was just the most courageous girl I’d ever met, because Emma didn’t hesitate to reach under my shorts and grab my dick. I groaned into her mouth, fisted her hair. She did the same with mine. It made me want to fuck her small asshole. Because I would not fuck her pussy. There were babies to consider, and I refused to make her pregnant in this fucking shithole where my babies would grow up in a cage.

It would never happen, and so I stayed away from her pussy. There was a long road ahead of me, but I wouldn’t put seed inside Emma, not while I could smell her heat. It would come early now because her body responded to mine. It knew what it wanted, and it wanted my seed. All of Emma responded to me. She was here to care for me, I realized, so that I wouldn’t descend into madness. Thank you, Beast Mother, for this gift.

“Am I doing it wrong?” she asked and blushed.

“Hm?”

I slid down my shorts, waistband under my balls. She glanced at her hand on my dick. I cleared my depressing thoughts away and put my hand over her much smaller and softer one. I squeezed and moved our hands up and down on my dick. She leaned back more so she could watch, her long hair falling over her shoulder and brushing the tip of my cock. I groaned and pumped faster, my balls tightened, and I readied to ejaculate. “Where do you want it?”

“It?”

“My seed. Where should I put it? Your mouth, tits, ass. Tell me where.”

“Um…”

“Be quick about it.”

“Inside me.” Her eyes widened.

Yeah, my mate had no clue what she was saying or doing, but she went with whatever she felt. Her mating instinct must be strong. I didn’t care what research said about humans. My Emma knew she was mine. It was the reason she stayed behind and showed herself to me. I was the reason she’d suffered a lashing and come back with more fire than her body could hold. She wanted my babies, and she wanted me to fill her with my cum.

“Not there,” I said.

“Okay.” Emma scooted off me and leaned back on her elbows. She offered me her tits and belly. I didn’t think she had any idea I’d mark her like this. I stood too and jerked off. My balls drew up and unloaded my seed all over her. I grunted and hung my head, then sat back on the balls of my feet.

Emma surveyed her body.

“Leave it there,” I said.

“It’s sticky.”

“Leave it.”

Emma nodded and lay on her back. Two minutes later, her breaths came out even, her heart rate slowed. Emma slept. She’d cried well. The release of tears should help me out with taming her desire to mate. In general, tears made people feel calmer. As did a good orgasm. I would make it through this, one heat period at a time. I’d make her cry and come at the same time. That ought to keep me at bay. Mm-hm.

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