Kitten

A cold new room. And with faint gray paint on the walls, the color of John’s eyes. No, not cold. Only plain, much like John. Plain didn’t equal cold. Although John’s eyes hid his feelings and thoughts, and although I couldn’t read him clearly, his actions spoke louder than his words. We’d misjudged him, both Lers and I. Probably far too many people misjudged this man. He wanted to do right by me even if he didn’t know me. There was something to be said about men who took care of women. John had a nurturing side. He’d been a single dad most of his adult life. Great Mother had matched me with a good man.

I turned my head so I could see him. A mistake, because when he pinned me down with his gray eyes, I felt his dominance. It turned me on even more. “Thank you,” I said.

“Mmm.” John went back to watching the screen.

The pain from heat throbbed in my pussy with its own pulse, my body eager for his seed. I wondered if I would get pregnant or if it would take a few heat periods to get there. I wanted it to take a few. It would give John and me time to get to know each other. Then I remembered he would head to Texas in two days’ time. Something must’ve showed on my face, because John asked, “Is there something wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Do you have something to say to me?”

Oh, but this was hard. I stood my ground in the wake of my throbbing pussy, but if I didn’t say it now, I wouldn’t say it later either. “I don’t want you to do the right thing. I want you to mate me because you want to. I can get any beast to do right by me. That’s not what this is. I need you to understand the mating. Do you know what it is?”

“I know.”

“Are you sure?”

“Certain.”

I waited for him to elaborate. He just watched me. I wanted his dick now. In my mouth, in my ass, in my pussy, everywhere. On cue, my lower abdomen contracted and my body flushed with arousal, anticipating his penetration. I whined, letting him hear my pain. But John didn’t feel sorry for me, not even a little bit. I realized he must be the only one. I could appreciate that. Every male I’d seen today had avoided making eye contact with me as we walked down the hallway. They felt sorry for me. I didn’t need their pity. Out there on the field, I needed them to treat me like an equal.

Still, it would be nice for John to open up. Maybe that would come later too. “Okay,” I said and turned back to the TV, where the movie opened with a scene of a mythical dragon creature spitting fire and burning down a city. “I thought this was a romance.”

John put his hand on my hip. “I think it is.”

“But it starts out with dragons, not people.”

“I’m sure there’s some romance in it. All great movies have romance.”

I grunted and watched burning buildings, aware of the heat of his body behind mine and the thumb that swiped back and forth over my thin T-shirt. Somehow, it subdued the pain into a dull throb, and I lay there sharing the silence with my mate. The romance in the movie came, and it piqued my interest. I lifted my head when the dragon prince took the girl into the bedroom.

Under my shirt, John splayed a hand over my back and traced my spine with his palm. My skin burned wherever he touched. “You’re hot,” he said and scooted closer. I felt his erection on my ass. I wiggled. On the screen, the prince ordered the girl to take off her clothes. She bit her lip, looking reluctant. I couldn’t relate.

John blew behind my ear and dropped small kisses there, then trailed his lips down my neck. Sweet torture. I clamped my legs, trying to ease the ache, and found his hand. I took it and moved it to cup my breast. I rubbed his calloused palms over my nipple and whined when he pinched it. “I need you inside me.”

“Later.”

He trailed his hand down my belly and brought me closer to him. “Do you feel what you do to me?”

I felt his erection and tucked my hand between us so I could touch it. Thank you, Beast Mother. John measured up to what I needed. Something big and hard. In my lower belly, the pain intensified, but the cramps wouldn’t come, as my body felt my mate’s dick. I gripped him tighter when the dragon prince on the screen took a pale nipple into his mouth. The virginal girl squealed. I couldn’t relate. She ought to grip his mane of hair and bring his face closer.

I waited for John to do more, say more, stroke my pussy at the very least. I willed his hand to cup me. When he didn’t, I spun around, pushed him onto his back, and straddled him. “Yes,” escaped my mouth as my pussy rubbed his jean-covered erection. I rocked on top of it while I worked his belt open. I got it and yanked it out of his pants.

“Thank you,” he said and smiled.

I smiled back and rocked, knowing I couldn’t come like this. I needed penetration. Beast females didn’t have a clitoris up front. The sensitive part that made us come was the entire skin area at the entrance of the pussy. The sensitive part wasn’t separated from the hole but a part of it. Penetration could get me off multiple times as he pounded into me, his smooth, hard dick rubbing all the right places.

The buttons on his pants popped as I yanked.

Growling, I took his dick in my hand and paused. I blinked. An average human man was half the size of a beast male. John was not half the size. “You’re big,” I said.

“You seem surprised.”

“I am.”

“I’m not. It makes sense to me.”

I couldn’t say this enough. I would chant this every morning for the rest of my days: Thank you Zivot Maka for blessing my mate with a big dick. I will bring you sacrifice. I will raise strong beasts.

I stroked his length, getting it even bigger and harder while John watched me. Damn, I couldn’t be sure if I truly aroused him. He might let me have my way with him. Was that it? I frowned. Perhaps John enjoyed a dominant female in the bedroom? I could be it. He’d said he liked to boss around, but maybe…hm. I squeezed his dick. Hard.

He winced, and I lifted my T-shirt, then threw it on the floor. I squirmed out of my sweatpants and threw those too. John’s gaze lowered to my breasts. “You have very nice tits.” With both hands on my breasts, he kneaded them. I lifted, readying to sit on his dick, relief flooding me instantly at the thought of our joining.

John held my hips.

A snarl escaped my lips. “I want it,” I said.

“And you will have it. Later.”

“I want it now.”

John grabbed the back of my neck, and the next thing I knew, he’d flipped us over, his hard body on top of mine. He bit my neck. I arched my back. His cock fit between my legs, and when John let go and pinned me down with his cold eyes, I began growling.

“I like that sound, Kitten. I’m gonna make you purr all night. This won’t be fast or instant, this will be long and painful, because that is what I want. Something that lasts. I haven’t had a woman in a long time. The last time I tried, my dick was limp. I thought it was because I worked a job, and because I wasn’t interested in the girl. But the time before that, I needed it, and I couldn’t get hard. I even thought I might be gay.”

“You must’ve married at some point or had a long-term girlfriend or something.”

“I was never married. How could I be married when I wasn’t interested in the opposite sex?”

“But you have a daughter. She came from a woman worthy of your seed.”

John looked away. He was thinking. When he looked back at me, he lowered his head and kissed me. “Sienna means the world to me. I don’t know what would have happened to me if I hadn’t…if I didn’t have her. She was my lifeline. And I promise, one day, I’ll tell you about my daughter. Right now, I want something for me.”

“What do you want?”

“I want to hear you purr. You can’t imagine how long I’ve waited for a woman that makes me hard. You make me hard.” He thrust up, and I squealed at the feeling of him on my pussy. Dear Mother, I wanted him inside me. “Half my life, I felt something was wrong with me. I dealt with it. It was just as well, because I didn’t like people anyway.”

“There’s nothing wrong with you, John. You’re made for me.” His lips hovered over my mouth. I closed the distance and kissed him. I hummed at the taste of my mate and hugged him tight to bring him closer. I moved my hips and purred. But John didn’t advance, content to set a slow pace with our tongues. When I grabbed his shoulders, he vaulted up.

“Noooo,” I said, my legs left open. Cold air caressed my pussy. John’s gaze caressed it too. I snuck my hand between my legs. He glanced at the floor and grabbed his belt. He folded it in half.

I licked my lips, couldn’t take my eyes off the leather.

John observed me. “I hear beast bitches like the feel of leather. Do you?”

“Yes, mate.”

“I hear they like it slapping over their pussy.”

“Oh yes.” I moved my hand and spread my legs wider.

“I hear a male should never give in to the female.”

“Not true. Give in.”

John put a knee on the bed and took my wrists. He wrapped a belt around one, then stopped at the sight of my scars. I’d been chained and bound for the better part of the last six months. I averted my gaze.

John didn’t stop, though. He bound my arms above the elbows. “Look at me.”

I did.

“It’s not your fault. None of it is. This is your room. I’m your man. Nobody can hurt you.”

I nodded.

“This is why we can’t use the belt on your body the way you want me to. Do you understand?”

“I do, but I can’t have you pity me. I’ve worked hard to keep sane and mentally stable. I’ve worked hard to be strong. I don’t need to fall apart now.”

“And you’re not. But I can’t do it, and you will obey me on this.” He gripped my jaw. “Let’s hear it.”

“Yes, mate.”

“Keep your hands to yourself. Don’t sass me, Kitten. I’ll keep you begging for my dick all night if you snarl at me again. Purr, you can purr all you like.” His hand traveled down my stomach and cupped my pussy. “I want to know what you taste like. Do you think I should lick you?”

“Yes.”

“Where?”

“Everywhere.”

He chuckled and put a finger inside my pussy. My walls clamped around it, and his eyes widened. “Wow,” he said and put another finger inside. I lifted my hips, seeking more. John withdrew his finger.

“Fuck,” I said.

John stood back up, studying something between my legs. I started feeling a little self-conscious. Beast female anatomy wasn’t that different from a human woman’s anatomy. We all came with tits, ass, legs, arms, and a pussy. Pussy was pussy across the universe, designed by nature and higher beings as a soft place for a dick to pierce. And while mine didn’t have labia or a clitoris covered under the skin, it looked much the same.

John dropped to his knees.

I pinched my lips, resisting the urge to grab his head and pull his mouth down. A finger explored my slit and entered. My pussy walls clamped around it again. His touch felt so good, my arousal flushed down, making me nice and wet for his hard dick.

He noticed. “You are so wet. Are you going to be wet for me all the time?”

“Yes.”

“Whenever I feel like fucking, you will be wet?”

“Yes.”

“Where should I lick you?”

Ah. John was just a guy, trying to figure out where to put his mouth. He would be so good to me, I could tell. “At the entrance.”

Eyes locked with mine, John licked. My body arched, and I sat up and moved to the edge of the bed. “Yes,” I hissed. “There.” My bound hands fell between my legs and John pushed me back down. He grabbed my hips to pull me to him more, then set my feet on his shoulders. Hands on my thighs, he spread my legs and buried his face between them. He stuck his tongue inside my pussy and twirled it over my entrance. I released moans to let him hear my pleasure so that my mate could learn where I was sensitive to his tongue. John didn’t take long to understand my body. I supposed a beast mate was gifted in such a way, because his tongue stroked all the right places.

My chest rumbled as I sought my release, and John helped me out. He stuck his fingers inside me and pumped while coming up to suck a nipple into his mouth. He bit down. My body shuddered, my walls contracted, and I came apart. My arousal flushed all over his fingers, and I sighed in relief, the pain heat had caused ebbing into a throb.

In a daze, I looked at the TV. The princess was running down some hallway. She tripped and fell on a perfectly flat surface. I couldn’t relate.

John flipped me over and yanked me to him. My knees hit the floor. A hand fell over my throat, and John locked me into a choke hold.

He entered me.

It was so sudden and unexpected that I gasped. My pussy clamped around his dick. She’d milk the seed out of him. I felt my walls contract around his dick, urging him on. In heat, such muscle action was a reflex.

John breathed at my ear, tightening his hold on my neck. I realized he would treat me like a beast male would. No pity for poor Felicia, the female warrior who couldn’t take care of herself on the battlefield. No pity for poor Felicia, who’d gotten violated and declawed. No pity for the withering creature who’d crawled around his feet last night.

The tension left my body. My muscles relaxed. John must’ve felt it, because he released his hold on me and wound his fist in my hair. “Kitten.”

“Yes, mate.”

“You’re so tight.”

“It’s the heat.”

“I can feel it squeezing me. It feels great. It’s driving me crazy.” He withdrew and surged forward. I gasped and braced my bound elbows on the bed. He pulled out almost all the way, then shoved into me again.

“Oh yes, John. Like that.”

“Your body is made for pleasure.” He jabbed himself inside me.

Jab, jab, jab.

“I’m extremely pleased.” John picked up the pace, and I lost the ability to think as my pussy contracted around him, making his dick wet, making my channel tighter and tighter. John kept telling me how I felt around his cock. Amazing. I wept and begged him to fuck me harder. My arousal flushed down my belly, making my muscles tighten in anticipation of his seed. “Come, John, come.”

“I’m close, baby. So close. You feel so fucking right for me.”

He surged inside, and I felt him spill. My pussy milked every last drop of his seed. My howl could be heard down the hall and beyond. Tomorrow, everyone would know that this human had taken care of his female.