Amoris

Emma and John had finally left. I didn’t hear a peep for over half an hour, and I’d been crammed inside this small bathroom for at least two hours straight. Too bad I didn’t have a watch. Also too bad, I forgot my clean clothes when I stormed inside.

That new guy, John, kept an eye on me, smirked even as I practically ran away from my mate. I could’ve done it differently, not asked her to strip and show me her back.

And Adam? Adam was a given. He had to die. But I didn’t have to see her scars right then and there no matter what. I should’ve found another way to see them, though I wasn’t sure how, since they wouldn’t let me inside my cell while she moved around in it.

Which was for the best. For the past year, I’d lived with only her scent, and I could go on living with it. Except, I couldn’t. Not really. When she’d missed her workday, I nearly lost my mind thinking the worse, thinking she’d left the community or even died. All kinds of things had gone through my head before I’d heard she’d been lashed and suspended from work because she stole the loaf of bread I’d thrown in the garbage and because they thought her a beast whore.

Was she hungry? It hadn’t occurred to me that people here would be hungry. They fed me well, but come to think of it, even my portions of nonhuman meat had dwindled in the past…let’s see, six months. The potato tasted stale, its texture too soft on my palate. The only fresh thing they had was human meat. I shuddered. It spoke volumes of their Men of Earth movement that they sacrificed their own people so I could eat.

I wondered if Jamie knew about Men of Earth or if he had mated. If Jamie had mated, he’d live in a cloud somewhere with his mate. I missed him. With Jamie around, I felt unbeatable, like we could conquer the world. Which we certainly had.

I grunted as I got up off the floor and made my way outside. I picked a black pair of shorts for the day. Emma had stacked my laundry for the week. I sniffed my shorts. They smelled like her. I wanted them to smell like her pussy. Saliva pooled in my mouth, and I smiled.

A door clicked and slid open.

Another one followed.

These assholes had been having a field day around here for the past week. “Fuck off outside until Sunday. Come back with fresh pussy then. Let’s not break the routine anymore. I like the routine.”

“Fresh pussy has arrived,” Emma said.

I rounded the corner, ready to throw her out.

She lifted a finger. “Wait a minute. Not right away!”

I caged her against the door, both hands around her head. We needed to have an eye-to-eye kind of talk. “Get. Out.”

Emma narrowed her eyes. I couldn’t fucking believe the defiance.

“Do you tell all the breeders to get out?”

“Yes.”

“Liar. I see what you do when they come in.”

My eyebrows shot up. “You’ve watched?”

She shrugged. “Sometimes. Not intentionally. There are supplies in the closet in this sector, and they are relatively new compared to other stuff we got, so I take from the closet when I need it. Last time, the breeders happened to be visiting so I…I saw how you receive them. You don’t tell them to get out, you tell them to come in and sit on your…dick.”

Fucked didn’t describe my situation accurately. I couldn’t come up with the word for my fucked life at this moment. But I didn’t have to, because Emma had plenty more to say. “John thinks I’m your mate.” She waggled her eyebrows.

“You’re not.”

“I think you’re lying.”

“No, you don’t. You’re hoping I’m not lying.” Oh, but she released her hair, and all that scent of shampoo and Emma burned in my lungs. A sniff. One sniff never killed a beast, so I rubbed my cheek against her soft one as I leaned in to sniff her hair, maybe even lick a bit of her neck. A taste. Tiny taste. Mmmm, I rolled the taste of her skin over my tongue. Okay. A little more. I pressed my lips to her neck. Emma put her hand on my shoulder. Her palm sent a shiver down my spine. I picked up her leg and put it over my hip while sucking on her neck, my body leaning in, moving closer, until I pressed her to the steel, my erection wanting to pierce her virginal pussy, let her blood coat my cock.

Emma whimpered softly.

I inhaled the smell of her arousal. It struck my lungs as if someone had stabbed them. Then I was all over her. I ripped her dress, spun her around, and spanked her apple-shaped ass. Once, twice, three times, I spanked her ass until it was bright red and my palm had warmed up real nice. I could do this all fucking night. Emma didn’t protest. Let me do what I wanted. She sure was mine. A mate of mine would naturally want to submit to whatever the hell I came up with. And I would make her mine.

I fisted her hair and got my dick out of my pants. Her scars caught my eye. A good thing, because they made me pause. The lust I carried for my mate’s pussy left, and I came to my senses. I let her go. “Get dressed.”

I sat behind the small table for two, thinking how fucking perfect everything was set up around here. A table for two. Soothing music if I wanted it, a blue-skies-illusion hologram covering the steel ceiling. Even the sun rose and fell above me. As if I was on some sort of secluded island. “Fucking out!”

Emma picked up her dress and tried to put it on but I’d ripped it, and it was now useless. I pointed to my bedroom. “Get something from over there.”

“It’s fine. It wouldn’t be the first time my dress got ripped in two… damn weeks. I’d need to clean the entire sector for Ms. Jeany to make me a new dress.” She pinched her lips and lifted her middle finger.

I sensed a bit of attitude. All that red-haired fire was coming out. But I couldn’t give up. Tom wanted me mated. They wanted me mated. They wanted her here. They put her here. Why? Why did they want me fucking mated? “I don’t care,” I lied.

“Oh no?”

“No.”

She flung the dress away and approached the table. I tilted my head. Emma limped. Had I imagined it? I believed she walked with a limp. Had someone hurt something else on her? Her hip, her leg. Did that asshole break her leg? I snarled and felt like making someone suffer for a long, long time.

Emma sat down across from me and folded her arms over her breasts. It only made her tits look bigger.

Elbows on the table, I leaned in. “Is there something else anyone has done to you?”

“Adam lashed me. And by the way, I broke the rules, so it’s on me. He acted as he should have. I own my mistakes.”

Oh man, Tom had this girl trained and brainwashed. The others who came and went? Not so much. Emma was smart. And sexy. Bloody hell, she was sexy. And naked, her pale nipples peeking above her arms, just begging for the warmth of my palm. Or a slap. Or a clamp of my teeth. “Why are you limping?” I asked before I leapt at her and fucked her on the floor. At that thought, I wanted to whimper. I cleared my throat. Steady there, lord. Don’t ruin your reputation.

Her eyes found the floor. “I was born that way. If I’m your mate, you’re gonna have to deal with it. I don’t wanna hear any shit about that from someone I have to spend the rest of my life with. So you know.”

“You’re not a breeder.”

“No.”

“They think you’re not mine because you have a limp, is that right?”

“That’s right.”

“So why did they send you back in?”

“John thinks I’m yours.”

Not stupid, that one. “John is wrong.”

Emma smiled. “I’m stuck here for a week, though, so better make the best of it.”

Fuck me. “You will tell John you would like to leave right now.”

“I can’t. John shut off the monitors. He’s not looking.”

“Trust me,” I said. “John is looking.”

“I believe him.”

I snorted. “You would.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing.” I let my head fall back, searching the fake sky up on my ceiling. It was a cloudy day. “I want to know why they’re sending me girls. Why you’re here. If you tell me, you can stay the night.” What? Fuck me. With my brain in the clouds, I spouted nonsense. I couldn’t look at her for five minutes without wanting to fuck for five years. One night, and I was done for. Mated male. The end of me. One sniff did kill a beast.

“We need to find your mate. There’s no more time left. I hoped since most girls had already taken their turns with you, I could too. That’s why I came here. I need to know for sure.”

I leaned back in my chair and lifted my hand. “Stop right there. Nobody in this forsaken place took their turns with me.”

“Whatever.”

Oh, the attitude. “How’s your bottom? Feeling a little sore?”

Emma blushed. Mm-hm. Not so brave now. These girls heard the word sex and blushed like… virgins. “Tell me why you need to find my mate. And don’t jump over the bush. Jump right on it.” I winked, thinking about her jumping on my dick. Hop on, baby. Your lord’s gonna let you ride.

“Amoris, please. If you would just admit or even say that she isn’t here, they’ll go out and get more girls. One of them has to be yours. Right?”

“Not at all. My mate may not even have been born yet. Nobody but the Beast Mother knows about the mating.”

“That can’t be true. The Beast Father knows.”

I leaned my elbows on the table, not fucking around anymore. I had this shiver run through me. My instincts.

Emma leaned in too, put her elbows on the table. My gaze found her small tits, so now I stared at them. And they were small, her handfuls, not my handfuls. They made me crazy. Everything about Emma made me crazy. Especially her touch. It was kind and careful. She never left a single place in this cage dirty or dusty or unkempt. Everything had its place, everything I left on the counter, or by my bed, I found returned there. She’d pick up a cup, clean, then put the cup back exactly in the same place as she found it.

When I attacked her at the door, the touch of her hand on my shoulder slayed me. It was soft and barely noticeable, as if she hesitated. Nobody had touched me like that in the years I’d been here. I needed her with me. And I couldn’t let her stay. I inhaled a lungful of her scent and took a minute to clear my head, to process the things she’d told me while trying not to stare at her tits. “There is no such thing as Beast Father. Who told you that?”

“Nobody had to tell me. I’ve seen him.”

I swallowed bile. “Seen him?”

“Yes, with my own two eyes.”

I leaned back in the chair. Beast Father didn’t exist. There was only one beast who would call himself that. “What did this beast look like?”

“Tall.” She flung her hair over her shoulder, giving me attitude again as if annoyed with my questions. “Big. Weird. You name it.”

I narrowed my eyes. “I want to bend you over my knee. You’re begging for it.”

Pink tongue peeked between her lips.

I blinked, not believing I’d seen it. “Do that again.” My dick felt like it would explode, my palm itching for her ass.

She stuck her tongue out at me.

I smiled. “I think you might be mine.”

Her eyes widened, her excitement palpable. “Really?”

“Maybe. Let’s test it out.”

“Okay. I thought you’d know right away. We’ve been told you would know.”

“No, no, I wouldn’t know. I have to test it out.” Beast Mother would punish me for lying to my mate. She would punish me, but it would be worth it. I turned away from the table, arranged my legs for maximum impact, and cracked my knuckles. “Come here.”

Emma stood but hesitated.

I tapped my thigh. “Changed your mind?” I didn’t think she was breathing. I glanced down. Ah, my dick. It tented my shorts, and she probably thought I’d nestle her on my lap and make her fuck it. Which I would. But not today. Today, I was in the mood to spank her. Her own fault for making me do it. Mm-hm. I tapped my thigh again. “Baby, don’t give my dick the frightened-lamb eyes. It only makes me want to spank you harder.”

Emma shook her head as if she’d been caught in a trance. Then she moved and stopped right between my legs, so her tits were in my face. I couldn’t decide which one of them to bite first. I palmed her hips. A bit too bony for my taste. Emma did go hungry and often. And that was okay. If she stayed here, I’d feed her good, and when she carried my babies, she’d eat more if she wanted. If she didn’t want to eat, that was her thing. But if she wanted more food, I’d give it to her. How? Well, somehow, because I surely couldn’t provide for her on my own.

I turned her to her side and pressed a gentle hand over her back, then arranged her with her ass up and over my thighs. Her small fingers wound about my ankle, her touch soft as if my leg would break. I raised my hand and slapped one cheek. Emma yelped. “Keep calm and steady. If you need to beg, go forth and beg, because I like it. If you can’t take it anymore, you will say my given name. Amoris. Understood?” I slapped the other cheek and rubbed the heat, then leaned back to see a handprint on her already red bottom. What a sight for my sore eyes. I would carve my name on a wooden paddle so when I whacked her ass, it would imprint there.

“Yes, my lord.”

I stroked my cock a little and laid four slaps on her bottom. Her hands covered her ass. “Please, my lord, that’s too hard.”

I gripped her wrists and pressed them to the small of her back. Because hey, my lord only made me spank her harder.