Caught Beast Mate(36)
Once undressed, I stared at my toes. “There are no bubbles.”
“There aren’t.” A hand moved through the water, touched and squeezed my knee, then slid down to my calf. He gripped it firmly, lifted, and leaned in. He kissed my foot and every toe. It tickled, and I wiggled my toes. He picked up my other foot and did the same while pressing his thumb into the arch. I groaned.
He smirked.
Oh, he knew what he was doing.
“Go on,” he said, “throw your head back and relax. I won’t bite your toes.”
“You might cut them.” I pointed to my belly.
His gaze followed, and his eyes paled. “I might.”
I tilted my head. “You cut me on purpose.”
“I did.”
“Why?”
“Because I like it.”
“Cutting.”
“Cutting, biting, spanking, flogging, and many other sadistic things.”
I tried to pull my foot away, but he held it firm and licked a path from my heel to my toe. His tongue scraped, and I suppressed laughter. A giggle escaped. “I don’t like any of the above. None of the sadistic things.”
“You don’t know what you like.”
“You know what, asshole? I may be… Hold on, how old are you?”
“Old.”
“Like twenty-eight or something?” He looked in his late twenties. “’Cause that’s ten years my senior.”
“Older.”
“Thirty-seven.”
“Older.”
“Like my dad’s age?” I screeched.
“Maybe.”
“Ew.”
“Alpha Beast is two hundred. His mate is in her early twenties. At forty-five, I’m considered a baby beast.”
“But you look so young.”
“We don’t age the same way humans do, and neither do you anymore. You will age with me.”
Hm. So I would look like I did now when I was fifty. That was a plus in my book. “Still, ew.”
“You’ll deal with it.” Torrent massaged my feet, my calves, my thighs, and I ended up resting my head on the tub. I closed my eyes and sighed when he poured lavender oils inside the tub. “Oh, I could sleep like this,” I whispered.
Except then a knuckle brushed over my nipple. It hardened into a bud. I covered my breasts with both hands and lifted my head.
“Relax.” Torrent tried to move my hands, but I held on to my breasts.
“Show me,” he ordered. I shook my head. “You’re so cute,” he said. “You make me very hard.”
Under my bangs, I snuck a look at his middle. A big bump tilted his kilt.
He lifted my chin with a finger, and we locked gazes, his hot and pale, mine growing hotter as he unsnapped his kilt. It fell around the chair, and when Torrent bent to kiss me, his big cock touched his torso. His mouth was gentle, even if the hands on my wrists trying to pry my hands away from my breasts were firm. “Do you want me to force you?” he whispered. “Is that your thing?”
My face must be red. A furnace of excitement mixed with arousal boiled inside me. “You said I don’t know what I like.”
Torrent nodded. “It’s on me to show you. Use me, and I’ll show you so that we can do more of what you like. I bet my bike we like the same things, because we wouldn’t be mated if we didn’t. You have to trust me, use me, find your passion. You see, most beast bitches like to be forced. It’s consensual forcing, it is…sort of foreplay. When a bitch goes into heat, a male needs to force her submission. It’s a beautiful thing.”
“I’m nervous,” I admitted.
“If you hate what we do tonight, I swear we won’t do it again.”
“That’s a bold promise.”
“Trust me. For,” he glanced at the clock, “another hour.”
“One hour,” I said. “No permanent scars.”
“Deal.” Torrent licked lips. I noticed they were plush and soft, not firm and controlling like him. “You have nice lips,” I said. “They’re soft.”
From the kilt’s side, he pulled out a thin brown leather string about twenty inches long. The hunters tucked them into kilts. After hunting, they bound the prey so they could carry them easier. “I’m all soft,” he said. “Except where it matters. There I am rock-hard, baby, rock-hard. You know why that is?” He tugged my wrist. I could tug back and protest. I didn’t, I rested my hands on the edge of the tub, and Torrent bound my wrists.
He leaned back and spread his legs. I couldn’t look away from the big thing between his legs. It was a monster of a cock, probably eleven inches long and as wide as my bound wrists. Under the water, my knees clamped together.