Caught Beast Mate(4)

Vice hadn’t said anything about a naked human female at the lake.

Still, I should probably follow the instructions. He knew better. I’d spent years in South America’s jungles, working to revive their forests. A female was a rare sight, and tribal females were married off as soon as they could bleed. Married females couldn’t be paired. My experience with human females was limited.

Now, I also knew human females of this one’s age were chaste. She looked about eighteen. Chaste meant modest and delicate, so I didn’t run after her demanding she give me her body right then and there. No. I wouldn’t do that, not only because of Vice’s advice, but also because I had class. Came from a highborn family. My father hadn’t even chased my mother down. He’d courted her, then bedded her. Even though I didn’t like my father, I would not stain my family’s name by acting like an idiot.

Once I pried my eyes off my mate, I scanned our surroundings again in case another male was watching. I would gouge his eyes out. Nobody was around. Still, it prickled that my mate’s community leader or her male next of kin would allow her such freedoms. She was alone and naked where anyone could see. On the off chance we could conceive a female beast halfling as beautiful as her mother, I would lock her up in the highest tower in the Beast City. Mm-hm. Sounded great to me.

My mate dipped her toe in the water. She yelped and jumped.

I crouched, ready to defend what was mine.

She rubbed her arms. “Dios mio, it’s cold.”

I agreed. She should put her clothes back on and return to her community so that I might follow and buy her from her negligent leader. But no, my mate fisted her hands, clamped her mouth shut, and braved her way into the water. Her nipples hardened. I groaned at the sight. Her tits weren’t too big. One would fill my mouth. I’d take the other one into my hand and twist the pale nipple with my fingers. My mate would coo into my ear, tell me how she couldn’t wait to take me inside her, tell me how I was too big for her little pussy. Then I’d have to work with my fingers and my tongue to get her pussy wet so that when I penetrated her, it wouldn’t hurt so bad.

Yeah, she’d look up at me with those pretty blue byes and bat her eyelashes. Oh, Torrent, I love your monster dick. Poke me some more.

She dunked under, then back up. Under, then nothing.

I waited.

And waited.

Checked my watch.

Ah, there. She came back up. Shivering, her lips blue.

The human cold. A condition that caused humans to drip snot down their noses as if they had snot reserves up in their heads. It made them miserable and weak. They believed they catch their damn cold from being cold, and I was gonna kill her father, her leader, or any male that should be here and wasn’t. Strangle them with my bare hands if my senseless mate caught a cold. When she didn’t come up for air the third time she dunked under water, I stripped, left my clothes on the sky bike, and approached the lake.

Warm water trickled down my face. Wait. Why was the water warm? Where was it coming from?

I sniffed.



The lake and all its beauty disappeared from my mind, and I was back in the desert. Alone, and…I sniffed again. Piss. Someone was pissing on my head. Fucking hell.

When the activity stopped, I peeled open my good eye. The other was shut from the dirt that got in there while I crawled. But I didn’t need a pair of eyes to see the human child tuck his wiener under his…kilt and shuffle his right foot so that sand stuck on the urine he’d put on my face. “You little shit,” I groaned out.

“Oh hey, you’re alive.”

“Get away from me.”

“No way. I got my first prey. Marked you and all.”

“Go bring me water.”

Another pair of feet shuffled, and a female crouched next to the boy. She wiped the sand from my face.

I didn’t need one good eye to see.

I didn’t need eyes at all.

Because I’d recognize my mate if it was the last thing I did.

But she couldn’t recognize me. I was beyond recognition. Body and soul, I had changed from that day by the lake. I knew she couldn’t recognize me, because if she could, she’d know not to rescue the beast who had once taken her.





Chapter Three





Sienna



“Ew.” Covered in dirt and blood, the beast male stank like the mouse that Bowser, my cat, had once dragged in. The male was in the same shape as the rodent as well. Broken and almost dead, his hair knotted, his beard overgrown, his entire body covered in purple bruises and cuts. Might’ve been a large beast once, but not anymore. His ribs showed. He’d starved for a while out here. I’d finished off the poor mouse, and now debated what to do with the beast. Maybe I should finish him off too. One less beast to worry about.