I squeezed his cock.
I could stop, leave. I eyed the door. I probably should leave, but I didn’t want to, because whatever he was doing felt great. Girls in the shelter talked about such things, and I’d tuned them out, wasn’t interested in sex chat. I wished I hadn’t, I wished I’d listened to the other girls instead of Dewlyn, who only ever talked about her Kickster. Dewlyn was now paired with the beast man.
A pair. “We can’t pair,” I said.
Torrent ignored me. He threw his head back and asked me to move closer to the edge of the chair. I moved and impaled myself on one finger. “Baby, I love seeing your hand on my dick. It’s so small and does something to me. Stroke me faster.” He swiped a thumb over my bud. I gasped.
He swiped again and again until he found a rhythm. I abandoned his dick and gripped his arm with both hands. I leaned back and watched him stroke himself and stroke me at the same time.
Torrent thrust two fingers inside. I winced and bit my lip, feeling full. His thumb strokes returned, and I began moving, seeking release, wanting to come.
He knew when I was close, for he abandoned himself to pull me to him. I leaned in. A hand snuck over the back of my neck, and he brought our lips together. This time, he held firm, and I couldn’t pull away. Just as well, because I didn’t want to. I rested my hands on his shoulders. Under my palms, the hand that worked my pussy moved with the force of his thrusts, and I panted into his mouth as his tongue entered and sought mine.
Torrent tasted of male confidence and control. For a brief second, I forgot why I hadn’t wanted him to touch me and allowed myself to enjoy his tongue and those fingers with claws that didn’t cut or hurt me. But when he growled, I remembered and opened my eyes to his pale ones. Excited, he’d turned into his beast.
It confirmed my worst nightmare was real.
I fled the room.
Chapter Eight
Torrent
After my mate bolted, I licked my fingers clean. My eyes rolled back at the taste of her sweet pussy. I smirked, reached for soap, lathered my dick, and jerked off. Twice. Although the water got cold, I relaxed, threw my head back, and imagined licking her pussy. Yeah, life wasn’t so bad after all. I might wanna live if only to taste her pussy.
Of course, she didn’t feel the same way and had left, horrified she’d gotten wet on my fingers. But she had enjoyed it, and as soon she came to terms with the idea that it was okay to enjoy it, she would come back. For lunch and breakfast at… I glanced at the clock. Ten. But before that, I needed to have a chat with Hasel. “Hasel!” I hollered.
Footsteps approached. “What now?” the beast on the other side of the door asked.
“Tell Hasel I wanna see her.”
“Do I look like the postal service?”
“No, you sound like my personal bitch. Go get her.”
“Fuck you.” Footsteps retreated.
“Hasel! Haaaaseeel. I can do this all night long, motherfucker. Hasel. Hasel!” And I kept hollering until Hasel barged into the room. She rounded the bath and wiped her hands on the green apron over her body. “What?” she barked.
“Need to talk to you about Sienna. Sit.” I pointed at the chair.
She narrowed her eyes. “Is that how you talk to your mother?”
Fuck me. “Would you please have a seat?”
Hasel sat, hands in her lap. “I’m not your bitch, boy. My mate is long dead, and when he was alive, he knew his place. Don’t tell me to sit. I’ll sit when I want to sit.”
Well, damn. “You’re right. No disrespect.”
“Mm-hm. Now, what you want?”
“A bigger room with a bigger bed.”
“Oh, okay. We’re planning on expanding in a few years. You can pay now and get a bigger room built for you.”
“There must be a family room in this community. I barely fit on the bed.”
“I’ll get you furs, and you can sleep on the floor.”
“Nope. Two beds, then, put together to make one big one. And also a private bathroom for the duration of my stay.”
“Boy, you’ve lost your brains. I ain’t running a hotel here.”
“I need a bathroom.”
“There’s one around the corner. A big one.”
“Are you telling me the bathroom is shared?”
“That’s how they did it. The humans in this community. This is man-sector, east is women and children. On our side, there’s one room with a private bathroom, but you can’t have it.”
“Why not?”
“I reserve the room for breeding.”
“For paired beasts.”
“For Mayhem and Reagan.”
I scrubbed my beard. Fuck, this thing itched. Hasel snorted and got an ancient grooming kit from the closet. “Let me clean you up.”