Page 395 of Hate Mates

Her nails catch on the hot pink fishnets, and she rubs her legs vigorously. “This is getting worse with you standing there. I need to make myself come, and you probably don’t want to be here for that. Not with the whole fiancée situation.”

“She’s not my fiancée, not yet.” I don’t elaborate that it’s supposed to happen later today. “Technically, she ended thingswith my voicemail during the full moon. I haven’t had a chance to speak with her in person since then.”

Poppy sits upright like a cord pulled her spine ballerina straight. “Oh.”

“So, what can help? I know my family has suppressants for my sisters when they come of age to have their first heat cycle. I could get them.” She shakes her head and digs her fingernails into the tops of her thighs as she rubs her legs together. “Too late for that?” I guess.

One hand slides between her thighs, disappearing under the ruffles of her skirt. “I need to come with my mate’s cock inside of me, and have you fill me with your cum. It’ll ease the fire in my veins sensation and the constant need.” She whimpers, her breath catching, and I try not to watch as she obviously rubs her pussy right there in front of me. “I’m sorry. I have to.”

I may be a virgin, but I’m not inexperienced. “It’s not your fault. Look, I know enough about heat to know it’ll feel better if I’m the one touching you.” The youngest of the boys, I was still home when my sisters got the talk, and I might have hidden under Cassia’s bed while my aunt came over to explain what it’s like for a shifter in heat. Closing the distance between us, I sit down beside Poppy on the couch. “If you would want me when you’re not in heat, that is. I don’t want you to feel obligated to let me because of hormones and stuff.” This will go down as the most awkward “do you want me to finger fuck you and lick your pussy until you come on my face?” discussion ever.

She climbs onto my lap, forcing me back against the cushions, and grabs my hand, bringing it down to the absolutely soaking wet heat of her pussy.I guess that’s consent handled. “Please.” No panties get in my way, and the urge to just pop open the fly on my slacks hits me hard enough my hand shakes. With her so aroused, my trembling fingers quickly stroke along herslit and end up teasing her entrance far faster than I planned. No going slow for either of us, I guess.

Smiling, I bring my lips to her ear. “Since you’re a Shiba when you’ve shifted, do you do the Shiba scream? Can I make you scream?” I plunge two fingers up into her pussy as she gasps.

“Benji!” No one has called me that but her since we were kids. She reaches down, grabs my forearm, and begins to raise and lower herself on my fingers. Uncurling my thumb from the angle she’s fucking me, I let it brush across her clit and begin circling it as much as I can as she rides my hand. “I’m…I need….”

“I know. I’m not going to be done with just this one. I’ll get you there again. Take what you need from me.” Thrusting my fingers faster, I curve them inside her. She squeezes my fingers so tight I don’t know if I’ll get them back, and her body stiffens on top of me as she comes. Her breath rushes out in a silent scream before a wave of warmth hits me as it leaves her body.

“Better?” I ask, hoping to get a minute to take care of myself so that I don’t make a mess on her, her clothes, or the expensive rug.

“Mostly. I have a few minutes until I need to come again.” Poppy climbs off me and lets out a ragged breath. “Sorry.”

Chuckling, I slide down to kneel on the rug, licking my fingers before I answer her. “It’s okay. There are worse ways to spend a day than a beautiful woman coming while sitting on my lap.”

“I didn’t squish you?”

I shake my head and pat my thighs. “Nope. I’m pretty sturdy.” Leaning in closer, I carefully slip my pussy-scented hand into my pocket and casually start squeezing my cock through my underwear and the linen fabric of my slacks. I hope my pants are as sturdy. I’ve never felt myself this hard, and the barbs are throbbing as they turn the first inch and a half or so of my shaft beneath the glans into a French tickler.

“I can tell you’re aroused, Benji.” Her voice drops to a husky tone, and my hips jolt forward. “Do you want some help?”

Squeaking out a reply, “Yes? And no,” I add. “Umm. Well, there’s only one way to really say this and that’s the quick and painful way.” The heat rising in my cheeks has nothing to do with arousal. “I’m a virgin.” There. I said it. “Cat shifters don’t have a normal dick, and the human women I dated were very much not allowed to find out about that. That meant, no sex until marriage and there were enough NDA protections in place.” Breathing rapidly after forcing all that out in one breath, I lean back on my heels, my cock still firmly squeezed through my pocket.

“Oh.” Her lips stay open in a perfect o as she looks at me with lust already building hotter in her gaze. “And a virgin whose first time is with their mate can’t get it up for anyone else unless the mate dies.”

I don’t bother to respond to that part of things; she understands the dilemma. If I fuck her, I can’t do my family duty. “But you’re in heat, and I am not an asshole despite public opinion.

“Fuck, Poppy, you were my best friend when we were little. I remember that, and I am pretty damned clueless most of the time. That didn’t stop from anything either of us did wrong. In a perfect world, we would have grown up together as friends until we were old enough for that to turn into more. Instead….”

Yeah, well, we both know what happened instead. My family ruined hers.

Her thighs are beginning to press together again, and I can feel the temperature rising with her need. There’s not much time left before I have to get her off again, and I’d rather say all this while she’s somewhat lucid. “And you could have left me to shift in front of everyone, but you didn’t. You took care of me. We willhave a lot to figure out, but the least I can do is take care of you. Take care of both of us.”

Poppy growls. “I will not be a pity fuck, no matter how much I need it.”

Fuck. I’m screwing this up more and more by the moment.

“Poppy, never. You would never andcouldnever be a pity fuck. You’re my mate. You were my best friend. You can be everything, in time. We just have to get through this heat cycle first and then figure it out.” I don’t know how we’ll figure that out, but that’s a future me problem.

She doesn’t say anything as she reaches down and pops the laces on her corset. I guess words aren’t needed when getting naked is an answer all its own. One by one, the laces slip free of the grommets, and the ruffly fabric beneath falls to the side, displaying creamy white breasts with dark pink peaks, her skin sparkling with some sort of makeup or lotion.

“Do you always have glitter?” I tease, not knowing what else to say as I lean closer until my mouth hovers an inch above her nipple. “May I?”

“Glitter lotion, and yes.” Her hands grab my head, pulling me to her. “Undo your pants. I need you. I can’t hold back much more.”

Tasting her, licking, sucking, and even biting at her breast, I squeeze the head of my cock hard to keep from coming at the sweet taste of her skin.

“Benji, get naked.” The words are soft, broken with gasps and moans as I go from one nipple to the other, but the command is still there.

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