Page 9 of Free Beast Mate

“Why what?”

“Why do you think you’re my mate?” No, no, no. That wasn’t what I wanted to ask. I wanted to know why it was so fucking important that I found a mate. But my brain didn’t work right. She was naked and… hot. My dick wanted in. I wanted to grab all that red hair in my fist, put her on her back, tie her to my bed, and take my sweet time licking her pussy. My gaze found its way between her legs. Red all over. At the sight of her little pussy, I licked my lips. Not quite in heat yet, but I smelled that her pussy was gearing up to take my seed. It wouldn’t. I couldn’t. If Tom wanted me to mate, I would do the opposite.

“I don’t know why. I know I’m here to see for myself.”

I needed to get a hold of my brain. “Stay where you are. Don’t move an inch.” I walked backward and sat on my bed, stared a bit at the wall, thinking how I could keep her. I could keep her. Breed her. We’d live here forever. Me and her and our offspring. I didn’t care if I lived in a cage. If she were with me, life would be better than great.

Tom wanted a mate for me. Why? I didn’t know. I had to know!

Resolved, I went back into the bathroom, where she stood exactly where I’d told her to stay. A good girl, would do what I told her to when we mated.

I walked up to her. She didn’t flinch, but lifted her head and met my red eyes with her wide green ones. Her lips were pouty, would stretch real nice around my cock. If I bent a few inches, I could kiss her. She wouldn’t resist. Emma came to me willingly. I bent my head a little, then pulled back. Her lips drew me like a magnet. I shook it off.

Instead of kissing her, I dropped to one knee, and down here, it took effort not to smell her pussy. So I didn’t dare breathe or look anywhere but at her dress. I lifted the dress, and she got a clue, pushing her hands through the straps. Okay, so I may have held on to her shoulders a bit longer than I should have. Under my palm, her skin was soft if a little cold. I could make her warm. The heat churning under my skin would melt ice in seconds.

“Is that a no, then?” she asked.

“It’s a no.”

“Please don’t tell Adam I stayed behind.”

“I won’t. Don’t do it again.”

Emma stood there, still not moving, her eyes all over my tattoos, my hair, my mouth. I stepped back so she could leave and also so she could get an eye full of my sexy self. She liked what she saw. I inhaled wet pussy. Yum. It made me want to grab my dick and jerk off all over her, smear my seed on her skin and make her wear it like a fucking trophy. She reached out and took a strand of my hair, threading it through her fingers. “I thought you were an ogre.”

“I’m the best-looking ogre in the universe.” Women knew hot when they saw hot. Emma would think about me tonight, and I’d think about her.

She smiled, and her eyes crinkled at the corners; then she put her hand on my chest and dragged her palm down my torso. “I didn’t think you’d be so handsome.”

Fuck my handsome. Fuck me. If she stayed here for another second, I’d bend her over and fuck her, and then I couldn’t let her leave. Tom would know I’d found my mate. “Get out,” I said.

Rejection registered in her eyes. I saw the pain. It was important that I didn’t reject her. I gritted my teeth when I thought about keeping her. But then something else happened. She squared her shoulders and lifted her middle finger before she scurried out of the room.

I heard the door click closed.

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