Page 4 of Their Beast Mate

The girl screamed and heaved breaths, a hand over her heart. "Oh my God. You scared the crap out of me."

I looked down at the floor. No crap. Ah yes. The human jargon. If this human said the sky was pink, the Earth was flat, and flying cows crapped magic all around us, I'd believe her. She was the smallest adult human female I’d ever seen. The top of her head reached my chest. Her size and curves in all the right places made me want to ravage her.

Her clothes barely covered her small body, and her wide, brown eyes dropped down to my dick. My gaze followed hers. My raging erection peeked outside of my boxers. I glanced back up. "Excuse me," I said and walked the few steps to the bed. I got my bag from under it, found black sweatpants, and put them on. "That's better."

She'd closed the distance to the door. I didn’t want her to leave. I eyed the doorknob, thinking of commanding it to lock. And so I did. It clicked closed.

The girl backed her small cart and twisted the knob. It didn't budge. "I don't know what beasts around here told you, but I'm on the clock."

Human females feared us, so I stayed down, to appear less threatening. I wanted to fuck this girl so bad, I'd be surprised if my brother wasn't feeling it. I'd never wanted to fuck more in my entire life. My dick pulsed with its own heartbeat. "I'm Zenor," I said. "From Beast City. What's your name?"

"Shayma."

"Nobody's told me anything," I said. "You tell me."

"I serve only downstairs, in the basement. My checklist is with Lore. You must go through Lore, if you want to request my service. Right now, I'm on the clock, meaning I'm working and don't wanna get fired."

"What do you serve in the basement?"

"Anything you want that doesn't violate my limits."

Fuck yes. "I want everything."

"Me too, honey, but right now I want you to open the door." She reached into her cart and pulled out a machete. "Open the door. Please."

"In a minute."

"I will cut you and scream so loud, they'll hear me in another State. Also, my brother-in-law is a beast who works here."

Did she believe I feared the pocket knife in her hand? Better fix that belief right from the get-go. I rounded the bed and approached her, put one hand on the door, and leaned in close so I could smell her hair. Her face tipped up, and she put the edge of the weapon against my throat. I inhaled… rose-scented shampoo and fear. She smelled so yummy. "I'm gonna find this basement you speak of. I'm gonna come for you. You will make yourself available. If there was someone else on your list, forget them, because I'll fuck you all night long." I unlocked the door.

The stench of her fear left the room. Instead, I smelled arousal. Made me want to lick the place where it came from.

Shayma smiled. "Promise?"

Oh I really liked this human. We'd have so much fun. Before she left, I bent lower and kissed her neck. "Tonight, you'll be mine. Braid your hair, so I have something to hold onto while I fuck your pussy. I can smell it, you know. If you whispered a nice pretty yes right now, I'd lick it clean."

Shayma whined but clamped her legs closed.

I nibbled her earlobe. "Come on baby, gimme a taste."

"After you see my checklist."

"Done." I opened the door for her.

Shayma left. I leaned at the door, so I could watch her ass sway, and grinned as Norem came out of the bathroom.

He wrinkled his nose. "I smell wet pussy."

"Aha."

"Is it yours?"

I flipped him the bird. Norem got his duffle and pulled out gray sweatpants. "Gonna go for a run. Wanna come?"

"Aren't you even a little bit curious where the pussy came from?"

"No."

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