Page 15 of Their Beast Mate

Chapter 6

Shayma

The three of us rode the elevator. I didn't count the floors, too busy thinking about the pink elephant in the already awkward space. What should I do when we got to their rooms? I glanced at the twins. Man. I couldn't even tell them apart. Besides the tattoos on their chests, they were identical. They'd need to walk around bare-chested. I wouldn't be fooled again. "Take off your shirts," I said.

Zenor ripped his right off. The wild red animal on his chest appeared to wink as he flexed his muscles. Norem got a new shirt after the fight. Now he threw back his arms and pulled it over his head. We made our way back to their quarters. Under the gauzes, their nasty cuts seeped blood. The brothers took out their duffels, while I sat on the bed near the door. From the duffels, they each got a gun-like thing.

Nobody said a word. I didn't either, knowing it wasn't a gun. I'd seen Medrix, my sister's mate, use this device to patch her up. Shanice loved cooking, but she cut herself or burned her arm on the oven quite often.

Zenor peeled off the gauze on his shoulder. He wiped the blood from the cut, then ran the butt of the device along the wound. It left it sealed.

Norem did the same with several of his , then said, "Shayma, can you get this one, please?" He turned around. There was a nasty gash near his spine.

"Zenor can do it," I said.

Silence resumed.

Norem wrestled with the gun. Twisted his arm. Kept trying to find a way to reach the area. Zenor huffed, got up, and stabbed the butt of the device on the open skin.

Norem grunted.

The wound closed.

Bruised and patched up, the pair of beasts stood before me, in front of the window. Nobody said a word, their gazes roaming the walls and the floor.

"In a fight," I said, "someone always gets hurt or dies. Nobody ever died from talking. Or making love. We may just die on the inside if we don't try. I know I will."

"True," Norem said. "But we are beasts. We do not share."

"I have a sister. Her name is Shanice. I couldn't imagine hurting her over a man. We're sisters; we stick together, no matter what. And I'm not a beast. I say we share. Most human girls who refuse a mate don't know what's good for them. I do. I've seen it, and I want it for me. If either of you are mine, then you're supposed to want that for me, too. Don't you?"

They paid attention but didn't answer. I understood. This was alien territory for them. They were born and raised in a culture where two people copulated. The idea of having more than two was foreign to them. They called us pairs because two made a couple. The three of us didn't stand a chance, according to their religion and mine.

But I was never the girl who followed rules.

And despite my given name, I'd never been ashamed of my feelings about sex or sexiness. I used my body to please males, and they pleased me. So I owned what my momma gave me. I removed my clothes and threw them at the males. I sat down on the bed, leaned my back on the wall, and spread my legs. I snuck a hand between my thighs and stroked myself, sometimes rubbing my clit, sometimes slipping a finger into my pussy, and sometimes wetting my back hole. I wanted to see if they'd agree, or fight like they'd done downstairs. I didn't want them to fight; I wanted them to accept me.

If I wasn't right for one of them, we'd soon find out. But I was right for them, or they wouldn't be standing here. I believed this with all my heart—I had two mates. My life would change. I'd always believed in beast mating. I wouldn't have worked down there for this long only for my own enjoyment. I would've stayed with Shanice and Medrix if I didn't know in my heart that a beast waited for me. Or two beasts.

Zenor stepped out of his pants first and flexed his powerful thighs as he approached the bed. Though he limped from when Norem punched him in the knee, he bit back the pain. So sexy. The mattress around me dipped when he rested his fists on it and leaned in to capture my mouth. I opened for him, and our tongues touched. He moaned, and I moaned back, telling him I liked how he explored my mouth with his rough tongue and I liked that he took it slow. He pecked my lips and trailed kisses down my neck and my chest, where he licked my nipple. I lifted my breast, so he could catch it with his mouth, my gaze locked on Norem's.

He stayed by the window but didn't avert his gaze.

I ran my foot up Zenor's side, where he caught my ankle and pushed my leg against my chest. He kissed a trail down my stomach, tongued my belly-button ring, and paused on my shaved mound. I dropped my gaze to him when he looked up and stuck his big tongue out.

He licked me.

I arched my back.

He pushed my leg further up, so I would open more for his clawed finger that slipped inside me then back out so he could taste me. His nostrils flared. So sexy. Again he slipped the finger inside and closed his mouth over my clit. I fisted his short black hair when he started sucking and flicking.

Norem approached from the right side. He bent and captured my mouth, one hand kneading my breast. He took my nipple between his fingers and pinched. My pussy squeezed Zenor's fingers.

"Do it more," Zenor said. "She likes that." He looked at his brother.

Norem paused.

Oh man. This was it—the moment where we stopped and someone would get executed tomorrow. Norem wouldn't go for this. He was just so dominant and possessive, he couldn't do it. Couldn't share. It went against his nature. My plum, my sweet plum, he'd called me.

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