Page 8 of Free Beast Mate

Chapter Four

Amoris

Tuesday.One of my two favorite days of the week, Thursday being the other one. Today, my mate would come to clean my quarters. Her scent would linger until Friday, then vanish completely over the weekend, which could explain why I got grumpy on Sundays. Bringing virgin pussy to me on a Sunday made me maniacal. They’d brought one yesterday too. I nearly lost my shit.

So on a Tuesday morning, like fucking clockwork, Adam, the man I’d consume one of these days, slid open the cube, a metal cubicle as tall as me and just as wide. I walked out of my bedroom and into my living room and stared at the cube right next to the TV. I knew the routine, so I didn’t bother fighting it. “Thank you, dear,” I called out to him, and strolled inside the tight space. The issue with the cube? It was old, from the time when I was much smaller. After years of push-ups, sit-ups, and general dicking around this place, my shoulders had widened and no longer fit in the cube. So I squeezed inside like a dog in a box and gritted my teeth. Five, four, three, two, one.

The needle pierced my back, right above my tailbone. It was just a prick. No big deal. But the current the syringe released ran up my spine and into my brain. Under my closed eyelids, my brain felt like it had exploded. It sent signals down my nerves and muscles, and my body shook. I kept my jaw locked, praying I didn’t break my teeth. It would pass in a minute. I knew it would, and the knowledge kept me sane. A minute later, I slumped and slept for however long my mate took to clean up the quarters.

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My eyes snapped open.Pitch black around me. I tried to move and couldn’t. Rage overtook me, and I banged my forehead against the steel. Above my head, three red dots lit up. I squinted against the bright light. The digital message board read Tuesday 10:15 a.m. Beast entering quarters in ten, nine, eight… Ah. It was a Tuesday, the reason they’d shoved me into the cube. I fucking hated the cube. My teeth descended; my jaw snapped down and out to allow my teeth more room. Never met a man or beast who loved being stuck in a box. It pissed me off.

On one, the door slid open, and I stumbled out as if drunk. The fucking downers would make me groggy all day. If they brought me more girls today, I’d be tempted to eat them. Mm-hm. At that thought, I did what I always did on Tuesdays. I inhaled a lungful of my mate’s scent. It stuffed my entire cage. I felt as if she was here with me. But I knew better. My mate had left way before the countdown clock initiated. They didn’t want me coming in contact with anyone other than those Tom appointed. The virgins and Adam. Little did Tom know my mate had been with me for a year. I smiled at that, took great pleasure in deceiving him.

I swiped a clean white towel she’d laid for me on the chair, pretending to wipe my face. I didn’t touch my face, as my sweat would mix with the scent of her hand. I inhaled, wanting to lick the damn cotton. Okay, so I licked some cotton. No big deal. I threw the towel next to the tray at the table and sat down. I opened the plate’s cover. Meat with some fresh-baked baby potatoes. A loaf of bread on the side. I picked up the bread, examined it for green spots, and banged it on the table.

“Adam, dear,” I called out. “This bread is so old and hard, I could kill you with it.” I aimed and threw the bread in the bin by the door. Not eating that. If they wanted to care for me, then they should at least feed me fresh bread. They used to up until recently. Now all I got was stale bread. I sniffed the three pounds of meat. Yummy. Seared human filet. “Adaaaaam. I don’t have juice either. OJ will do.”

I cut and ate, wondering where the asshole had gone. He guarded my mate from me—the irony of my life!—and after she’d left, he collected my leftovers. So where the fuck was he and my juice? If he didn’t collect the leftovers it would smell like a Dumpster in this enclosed space.

I ate fast. He knew I ate fast, didn’t want to stink up my quarters. Five minutes later, and still no Adam.

“Fuckface, I’m done.” I stood and rounded the corner to my bedroom to grab another towel so I could start my super busy day here in Tomland. The bedroom consisted of an iron bed in the corner with chains and all manner of restraints bolted to the walls above and below the bed in case they needed to strap me in. The mattress squeaked under my weight, and I sat there waiting for Adam, ’cause he couldn’t see me via camera if I entered the bathroom.

I listened for any sign of the asshole. “My leftovers will smell. Come and get it.”

A minute later and nothing. Fucking asshole. I wanted to snap his neck.

“Hello,” a soft voice said.

I tilted my head. Oh shit. The voices in my head were speaking. “Adaaaaam. Better come in there before I lose my mind.”

“Hey,” came from the bathroom.

If I didn’t have superior hearing, I don’t think I would have heard. Either that or I had finally lost my shit. I couldn’t tell if it sounded like a female or a boy child. Hm. Adam had left his post. That was certain. A human child might’ve wandered in here, and now it was too scared to leave. Only one way to find out.

I walked the few steps, hid behind the wall, and peeked inside the bathroom. I didn’t want to come at the small creature, couldn’t handle a child screaming in my ears now. But this was no child. Not even close. I stepped out, rested my hand on the doorjamb, and stared.

There she was. The ghost that’d been haunting my dreams all my life, from before I scented her and every Tuesday and Thursday for a year thereafter. And what a ghost. When my hand wouldn’t support me, I leaned my shoulder on the door lest I dropped to my knees and stuck my tongue out, panting like a dog. Drool accumulated in my mouth. I swallowed it. Better get my shit together or else I’d make a complete ass of my sexy self. I should’ve brushed my hair this morning. Or even my teeth. I should’ve put on my best jeans or—I looked down—or any clothes so that I would look presentable, or at least as presentable as she.

Waves of rich red hair cascaded over her slender shoulders all the way past her hips. She had big green eyes, pale skin, and freckles on her nose. She stood there completely naked, her dress—a lacy white thing—around her feet.

I couldn’t move.

I couldn’t speak.

A mute.

She found her voice. “Hello.” She lifted her hand. “My name is Emma, and I willingly offer my body to you.”

Dear Beast Mother, why are you fucking with me like this, hm?

“Why?” came out of my mouth. I sighed and resolved to kick myself in the balls later.

She drew down her eyebrows. “Because… because I could be your mate.”

“Why?”

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