Sent Beast Mate(Beast Mates, #3)(47)

“How’s my good girl feeling today?”

He wanted to know if I was going to have a nervous breakdown. “I feel better.”

He smiled down at me. “Liar.” Then he yanked my hair back and got behind me, pressed a hand on the back of my neck, and pushed my face against the floor. I struggled out of his hold but found my wrists captured in one of his hands and stretched out in front of me. He put his cock at my entrance and entered. Relieved he’d filled me, I sighed.

“You’re behaving like a bitch in heat,” he said. “You’ve dried me up these past few days.” He bit my shoulder, and I yelped. “My sweet mouse, I’ve just the thing to calm you.”

Inside me, his cock jerked.

“Fuck me,” I told him.

He put a hand over my mouth. “Shhhhh, be cool and don’t push me. Obedience. Remember?”

Behind his hand, I began growling, and I continued to growl at him until I felt the tip of his cock stretch my back hole. His palm landed on my ass.

A slap.

And then he moved my ass cheek to the side to stretch the hole some more. “Oh, it’s so small, sweet, and hungry for me. ‘Master, penetrate my small hole.’ Say it.”

A slap.

I said it.

He pushed some more, reached around my hips, and found my clit. He rubbed it with urgency, and soon my pussy walls began fluttering. “Oh, I’m coming.”

He pushed inside.

I opened my mouth, and he caught my scream with his lips, found my tongue and flicked it gently as he began moving in and out of my ass. My arousal, the need to come, masked the pain of what he was doing to me, and I flushed with heat. I loved this beast who slept on furs and made me his “good girl.” I pushed back against him, admitting this was some dirty goodness and wanting him to make me come. I broke the kiss and told him so. “Make me come.”

He kissed my cheek. “‘Please, Master, let me come with you.’” He pinched my clit and fucked me, his groin slapping against my ass.

“Please, Master, let me come with you.”



“You may come with me.”





Chapter Nineteen





Reagan



An hour later, I stood at the community gates wearing a leather skirt, a leather cloth over my breasts, a fur throw over my shoulders, and boots on my feet. My hair was braided, my face painted black. Hasel had said I was too pale and would be noticed in the dark, so I smeared charcoal over my face. I hoped this would make Mayhem want to take me with him for the last hunt before they headed back to New City.

When Mayhem announced they were making a move to New City, Hasel asked permission to stay at the community on the grounds of her being used to the simple life. She had told Mayhem she was too old to change her ways and that she’d prefer to run this community with the humans left behind after the raid. The hunters hadn’t found a lot of children. Only one traumatized eight-year-old boy.

They didn’t want to spare him; even Mayhem seemed reluctant.

I made sure everyone heard what I thought about that. I also told Hasel I’d visit the community whenever I felt like it.

She took it as a threat.

I intended it as such.

Mayhem didn’t mind. In fact, I believed my threatening Hasel turned him on.

Several hunters stayed behind with Hasel, but most of them cleared out of the community, then gathered outside the gates, ready for a hunt. Their excitement coursed through me like a living thing. As I stood there alone by the gate, uncertain about what lay ahead, I chewed my lip.

Beasts with bulging muscles and pale eyes ran past me. Eleven hunters lined up about fifty feet away and dug their claws into the dirt. They picked up some sand and sniffed, then spoke in their language. To my ears, it sounded like nothing more than grunting but I was pretty sure they were communicating, because one of them pointed in two directions.

They split into two groups and scattered, kicking up dirt in their wake.

A hand gripped my shoulder.

Startled, I turned around and met Sienna’s blue eyes. “Hey,” I said. “I thought you’d left.”

“I did, but there’s nothing for miles out, so I came back.” She handed me the reins attached to the bridle of Center, Mike’s horse. “Head honcho said you’d be riding him.”

“Thank you,” I said.

“Need help getting up?” The horse lacked a saddle, so I nodded. She interlocked her fingers and bent. I put my foot in her palms, and she lifted me up. Once mounted, I took Center’s reins. “Can you ride?” she asked.

I nodded, then looked around us. I bent and hugged Center, feeing his rough mane stroke my cheek. “Your dad’s looking for you,” I whispered.

“My dad?” She seemed confused.