Sent Beast Mate(Beast Mates, #3)(16)
“You give me permission?”
“Why, yes. Usually, that’s how it works.”
Resting his fists on the table, he stood and leaned in to whisper in my ear. “I’m going to tell you a secret. It will help you adjust to your new life in my court. Do you want to hear it?”
“Yes,” I said and inhaled the scent of his cologne or perhaps something he used on his body. It smelled so good, fresh and so unlike anything I’d imagined from a beast. “I want to hear.” I repeated when he didn’t continue.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Mayhem ignored the beeping. Instead, he ran his nose down my neck and inhaled loudly. Okay, with big teeth so close to my jugular, I wasn’t so aroused anymore. My heart beat a mile a minute, and I whined.
Beeeeeeppp!
I pushed at his chest.
He let up and straightened, then barked, “Yes?”
“Lore here. The food supply trucks are arriving tomorrow, and I need to get them loaded. Do you have the warehouse key? I seem to have misplaced it.”
Yes! Food. Maurice would want to know about the food. Food didn’t grow on trees, at least not anymore, because trees and greenery were precious few. Beast News reported that when the beasts first landed, they’d scouted the ground and really gotten to see the devastation. It had become clear to them that even before the war, we’d neglected our surroundings. During the war, the environment was wiped out in the same way the human race was wiped out. Burned, damaged, and as if God watched us destroy ourselves, the ground suffered severe drought. Over a century later, the Earth still hadn’t recovered. Men of Earth would be eager to know where the beasts kept a stash of food.
Mayhem opened the second drawer, rummaged inside, and dug out a Bible. He shook it out, and a thin plastic card fell on the table. “I have it. Mm-hm. Where’s this food going?”
“California. Alpha Beast’s got a unit up there building Gone City.”
Gone City? Never heard of it. That plastic card thing was the key to some sort of food place. The food would get loaded on trucks, then driven to Gone City, California. Tomorrow. Shit, I had to figure out how to contact Maurice. He hadn’t left me with a way to contact him in case I found his damn valuable information.
Mayhem finished up with Lore, then turned back to loom over me. This time, he pressed his cheek against mine. His skin was soft. I didn’t know what came over me, but I felt like I should rub my cheek with his. So I did. And he let me.
A strand of his hair touched my face, and I tucked it behind his ear.
He stood back. “Don’t pet me.”
“I wasn’t petting.”
“You petted!”
“Okay!”
“About that secret. Believe me, you need to hear it. Ready?” I wanted to slap him, so I fisted my hands and nodded. “You are a trapped little mouse,” he said, “Nowhere to go besides here.” He spread his arms out indicating his office. “And here be monsters. Would you agree?”
Psycho monsters. “Definitely agree.”
He nodded. “Your body is mine. I own you. I don’t need permission to lick your pussy. You understand me?”
“Got ya,” I bit out. I wanted to tell him he was this close to getting jabbed with his own knife.
“Fine.” Mayhem strode away as if to leave.
“Hey, wait, where are you going?” I asked.
“Out.”
“That’s nice. I’m tied up, man.”
“That’s your problem.”
“Dickhead,” I mumbled.
“My hearing is superior to yours.”
“But your brain isn’t, or you’d know not to leave me tied up here. What if I have to pee?”
Hand on the door, he narrowed his eyes. “There’s a knife beside you. I’d use it to free myself.”
Oh! Right.
“Anything else?” he asked.
“No, I’m good. Yup.”
His lips twitched, but he suppressed a smile. “Stay here. Don’t move. I’ll return for you.”
Yeah, right, I thought. That was what my Dad had said. Stay here, Reagan. We’ll be right back. Until nighttime, I stayed by the cotton candy stand, didn’t cry until the crowds had left and Mary-Ann’s cleaning crew started picking up the trash. I didn’t cry because the entire time, I believed he’d come right back.
Fuck that. Nobody ever came back. If I couldn’t get out of this whole mess by myself, I’d cry a lot less than one day, because if Mayhem ever found me spying on him, he wouldn’t give me a chance to cry.
Chapter Eight
Mayhem
Three at a time, I ascended the steps so I wouldn’t miss anything the mouse did after I’d left the office. The scent of her pussy clouded my judgment, and I’d almost tasted her. I bet she tasted good. I bet she would wiggle under my tongue. I bet she’d come all over it, and I bet this fucking land I’d lap her up clean.