Blind Beast Mate(9)

The patting must’ve worked, because he released my neck. “You are telling me,” he said at my ear, “I should go and fuck another woman on my pairing night.”

I wanted him to know I wasn’t gonna begrudge his cheating. I couldn’t even if I wanted to. I had to put up until I got away or died. I’d love to be the only one for him. Tonight, I wasn’t prepared to be a wife just yet. He expected perfection. He expected babies. Even without thinking of running, I needed to get comfortable with my surroundings first. I didn’t even know where the bathroom was, and I couldn’t ask anyone or I’d be found out and returned. I couldn’t have him return me. So, I thought a bit of communication in between our lies would do us some good. My mother was a whore. I knew how men worked.

“Yes, it won’t offend me. Tonight.” I didn’t know why I added that last bit. Wishful thinking.

“And tomorrow night?” he asked.

“If that’s what you want.”

He spoke so low, I barely heard him. “You will pay for this offense.” He bit my ear.

Sometimes it was best if I shut up. This turned out to be one of those times. I honestly didn’t think I’d offend him. How could I have offended him? Dad and his brothers fucked so many women, their wives didn’t even call it cheating. Leslie called it sharing, and some others straight-out didn’t even want their men around. In fact, they pretended it was normal, a part of their life, and if they made a fuss about it, they got placed in a home so far away from the main community house, they’d need a full tank of hydro-fuel to get to their man. Right now, I didn’t want to be placed far from Jamie, the only person I knew around here. A man who dragged me around, which helped more than offended me.

“Rey, honey,” Vice said and tugged my hand.

“Vice has a death wish,” Jamie said and slapped his hand away. “You might have one too. Did you cut yourself on purpose so you’d go home?”

I stepped back. “No, of course not.”

“You sure?”

“Yes, I’m damn sure.”

“’Cause I know girls from your community do crazy shit to get attention and even crazier shit not to get any. Let me lay it out for you. I don’t fall for it, been there and rode that crazy train with Vice. Let’s get this straight. You are…all mine. If you don’t wanna pair with me, just fucking say it, because I don’t need to force myself on bitches. Bitches come all over me.

“I’m not trying to be a bitch,” I mumbled.

Beasts around the bar snorted.

“A beast female is a bitch. It’s your fucked-up community who misinterprets our culture. Another thing. If you got something to say to me, you tell me at home and not here. And even when you tell me shit at home, don’t fucking tell me what to do.”

“I didn’t mean to—”

“Yes, you did. You think I bought you to put you at home so I can go whore around.”

Okay, then. I shut up, didn’t want to piss him off anymore.

“We’re going home,” he declared.



Jamie sounded like he wanted to be paired with me. I was his. Despite the way he’d delivered his possessive speech, I loved what he’d said. I’d never been anyone’s.





Chapter Five





Rey



One of Mom’s many men slipped past her radar, and his greasy fingers slipped into my dry channel. It lasted only for a few nights. Later, he got bored, couldn’t fit his big cock inside my small frame, and he didn’t feel like putting an effort into it. A blessing. I was six years old.

At sixteen, I found a boy who wasn’t scared of my dad, and I used him for sex. Following a great several months of fumbling, I got the hang of it, got pretty good at sex. It didn’t last as long as I would have liked. At eighteen, I was too busy learning how to deal with sight loss. It’d been a while since I’d had sex. A blessing around the community.

In our bedroom, Jamie’s hands slipped the sunglasses from my head. He lifted my white dress and threw it somewhere to his right. He turned me around and bent me over. I braced with my elbows on the bed. Underwear slid just below my ass cheeks, and he caressed my ass with his rough hands. “You’re mine. Say it.”

“I’m yours,” I said.

“It means I’m yours.” He slapped my ass.

I winced but didn’t make a peep.

He slapped again.

Again.

Again.

I buried my face in the mattress.

“You will not even dream of telling me to go elsewhere. You will serve me in all things as pairs serve each other. Yes?”

Again.

I squeezed my eyes shut and let out a breath. “It hurts.”