“Wha… Yeah, uh-huh.”
“Good, ’cause I ain’t going there by myself. Markets give me the creeps.”
“You ate my uncle, but the market gives you the creeps?”
“Mm-hm. Get dressed.” I slapped her ass as I walked by. “I’m in the walk-in.” She followed my voice. I could do this. We’d be fine. “All right, Rey. How much can you see? Anything?”
“Contrasting colors and you. I can see you. A big dark mass under the lamp.”
“So I am a black blob in your space, then?”
Chuckling, she searched for clothes in the laundry basket. She didn’t have anything clean left.
“Wear one of my T-shirts,” I said.
“It’s too big.”
I got a black shirt anyway, and a belt, then dressed her. The shirt’s hem reached to her knees, and Rey was a tall girl with long legs. Man, she was sexy, and my cock hardened. I was an animal. No wonder some girls took off running at a sight of their mates.
She fiddled with the belt. “You do have belts. Where are they?”
“The shelf on top of the rack.”
Rey rose on her toes and reached up. “How tall are you?” she asked.
“I’m big.”
“How big?”
“Thirteen inches.” I didn’t want to tell my height or weight. I didn’t want her to picture a beast, I wanted her to see me. She strained, the hem of her shirt rising. “You can’t reach it. Need a step stool, which I will not provide. You’re clumsy.”
She gasped. “I am not.”
I chuckled.
“This is a woman’s belt.” Rey blushed, but not from being shy. I whistled a low tune, liking her jealousy. I still hadn’t forgiven her for telling me to go bang other women on my mating night. “Well, whose is it?”
“Do you really want to know?”
She flung her hair over her shoulder. “I do.”
“Mom’s. She visits with us. Leaves things so she doesn’t have to bring them along every time.”
“I’d like to meet her.”
“You will.”
“Are you dressed?” she asked and ran a finger down my stomach.
My cock sprang up as if called to service. Rey dropped to her knees and gripped it. I found her eyes when she looked up, and her little tongue swirled around the tip, testing. Gentle hands stroked me, and I could barely feel her grip. “It’s not gonna break. Shove it inside until it chokes you, and suck the life out it. That’s all there is to it.” Never in a million years would I ask her if she’d done this before. And not only because I knew she hadn’t. If she had, they wouldn’t have hurt her. Man, I’d eat that motherfucker again if I could. The natives call us beasts and said our females shouldn’t be called bitches. Fuck them. No bitch got hurt in this city.
I snarled.
Rey paused.
“No, baby. It’s fine.” I gripped her hair and guided her to fill her mouth. Her hand landed on my thigh when I moved back and forth. It was like she knew I needed this after a bad night. I wanted to feel her, and I wanted to know we’d be fine. The emotional crap gave me the creeps, and this was all I knew how to do. But Rey was all soft and sweet, and she’d make up for the two of us. I took her hand and put it on my balls so she could play around. When Rey gagged, I thrust again. She gagged some more, and I liked that because I was a sadistic prick.
I guided her head. It bobbed until I came down her throat. Kneeling with her, I kissed her on the mouth.
“Mmm,” she said. “It’s bitter.”
“Get used to it. You getting used to it?”
The smile caught the corners of her eyes. I wanted to fuck her for days. But she was hungry, and so was I. We needed to get going. “I’m gonna invade your space, and when I do”—I played my fingers over her wet slit—“you’re gonna like it.”
She took my face between her hands, and her smile vanished. Her fingertips roamed over my nose and my mouth, my neck and my arms. “You’ve grown,” she said.
“It happens.”
“Did he die a slow and painful death?” she asked.
“Very slow and painful.”
“Hm.”
I quit messing around. She had something on her mind. Maybe telling her we ate people wasn’t such a great idea.
“Do you have tattoos?” she asked.
My eyebrows drew down. “Yeah, I got many.”
When her palms cupped my face and tears filled her eyes, a feeling of foreboding came over me. I’d come at her like a semitruck when I should’ve come like a moped. Nice, small, and slow. I felt a hole in my chest. I couldn’t do this. I couldn’t keep my mate. She was too sweet, and I was too…me. We had nothing in common. How was I gonna do this?