Caught Beast Mate (Beast Mates Book 4)

by Milana Jacks

  The door opened quietly and closed just in time before the night settled over the community. The moon was full. I glanced over my shoulder where Torrent stood by the bed. “You ate dinner in the kitchen,” I said.

  The bed dipped as he sat beside me and leaned his cane against the footboard. “I forgive you.”

  “I’m not sorry.”

  “I know.”

  “What now?” I asked.

  “Now we mate.”

  I swallowed a lump in my throat. “Do you mean have sex?”

  “Mm-hm.”

  “Is it my punishment for trying to kill you?”

  “If you think of it as a punishment, I will make it so.”

  “Okay, I don’t think it’s a punishment.”

  “Too bad. I’d have spanked you silly.”

  I blinked. Heat crawled over my skin and prickled my cheeks.

  A quiet knock came, and Hasel, followed by Cole, carried in buckets of steaming-hot water. They poured it into the bath and left us. I rolled up my sleeves, prepared to give Torrent a bath, and flushed some more, remembering the last one. I stood.

  Torrent caught my wrist. “You’re Daddy’s little girl.”

  “I am.”

  “He’s done a great job.”

  “So he thinks.”

  “But there comes a time”—he said and swiped his thumb across my wrist—“when a girl grows into a woman. Dad moves on, and so does his little girl.”

  “Daddy doesn’t move on. He’s never even had a girlfriend. He won’t stop until he finds me.”

  “When a girl grows into a woman, she seeks a man. What I’m saying is that you don’t have to be alone. You’re not alone.” He threaded his fingers with mine.

  “Because I have you, my nemesis.”

  “That’s a matter of perspective. I’m gonna take care of you. I swear to all that is holy of your people and mine.”

  “Those sound like vows.”

  “I vow it.”

  I bit my bottom lip, thinking about his words. They seemed sincere, so I decided to tell him the truth. “If I knew I could get away with it, I’d try to kill you again.”

  He squeezed my hand and chuckled. “Awww, so sweet, my little girl.”

  “You shouldn’t call me that.” I tried to jerk my hand away.

  Torrent held firm, his eyes starting to lose their dark color. “You like it.”

  “Do not.”

  “Mm-hm. Take your clothes off.”

  “I like the clothes.”

  “They’ll get wet.”

  “I’m careful, won’t make a mess on the floor or myself as I bathe you.”

  “I’m not bathing. You are.”

  Stuck on the thought of him bathing me, I gave him a blank stare.

  “The dress?” He pointed. “It’s still on. Take it off.”

  “I’m gonna bathe in it.”

  “Suit yourself.” Torrent propped himself up on his cane and walked the few steps to get a chair from under the window. He wrestled with the chair for a bit before he found his balance and sat down with a grunt.

  I clapped my hands. “Go, you.” It struck me then. I was happy for him, happy he’d managed to walk on his own. If he’d decided to live, he ought to accept his disability and learn how to move on with his limitations.

  “Thank you.” He bowed. “Are you hungry?”

  “No.”

  “I’ll tell you what. You take off your dress, and I’ll give you a nice sponge bath.”

  “I can sponge-bathe myself.”

  “But you won’t. I’ve seen you naked. Modesty is ridiculous. We’re paired. It’s only a matter of time before you let me taste some sweet pussy. Time is something I don’t have.”

  “Everyone has time. Time is abundant and free.”

  “There’s not enough with you. I want an eternity, and I have, oh, maybe a few more days.”

  I frowned. “Why?”

  “A story for another day. Besides, I never know when you’ll try to kill me again and succeed. I’d like to make the best of what time I have with you now.” He tested the water and extended his hand, beckoning for me. “It’s hot.” He winked.

  Water splashed on his kilt as I sat in, and my dress made a balloon over the water. I tried to tame it down with my hand. Okay, so maybe this wasn’t such a brilliant idea.

  “Baby, please don’t make me rip the dress.”

  I couldn’t bathe in a long dress with a collar tight around my neck. The clothes covered my entire body. It felt like I wore a soaked sack. I liked dresses, but not ones this big or even this conservative. “Okay. If I take the dress off, will you put bubbles in the bath?” I looked around and pointed at the shampoo. “There. Now, turn around,” I said.

  “No fucking way.”

  “You’re annoying.”

  He tugged at the dress. “Take it off.”

  “Fine.” I tried to unzip the back, but the wet zipper got stuck. I yanked. It broke, and I held up the metal piece. “I’m stuck with the dress.”

  “I’ll help.” Torrent hooked a claw under the neckline and sliced down to my navel. I nearly peed myself when the claw nicked my stomach. Blood welled out of a tiny cut. Torrent seemed unperturbed. He took the sleeves and jerked. The seams didn’t stand a chance. The sleeves ripped. He threw them on the floor, then wrestled the dress under me and left it pooling at my feet. I stared at the dress as his hands worked to get it off. He tossed the dress. It plopped on the floor.

  Once undressed, I stared at my toes. “There are no bubbles.”

  “There aren’t.” A hand moved through the water, touched and squeezed my knee, then slid down to my calf. He gripped it firmly, lifted, and leaned in. He kissed my foot and every toe. It tickled, and I wiggled my toes. He picked up my other foot and did the same while pressing his thumb into the arch. I groaned.

  He smirked.

  Oh, he knew what he was doing.

  “Go on,” he said, “throw your head back and relax. I won’t bite your toes.”

  “You might cut them.” I pointed to my belly.

  His gaze followed, and his eyes paled. “I might.”

  I tilted my head. “You cut me on purpose.”

  “I did.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I like it.”

  “Cutting.”

  “Cutting, biting, spanking, flogging, and many other sadistic things.”

  I tried to pull my foot away, but he held it firm and licked a path from my heel to my toe. His tongue scraped, and I suppressed laughter. A giggle escaped. “I don’t like any of the above. None of the sadistic things.”

  “You don’t know what you like.”

  “You know what, asshole? I may be… Hold on, how old are you?”

  “Old.”

  “Like twenty-eight or something?” He looked in his late twenties. “’Cause that’s ten years my senior.”

  “Older.”

  “Thirty-seven.”

  “Older.”

  “Like my dad’s age?” I screeched.

  “Maybe.”

  “Ew.”

  “Alpha Beast is two hundred. His mate is in her early twenties. At forty-five, I’m considered a baby beast.”

  “But you look so young.”

  “We don’t age the same way humans do, and neither do you anymore. You will age with me.”

  Hm. So I would look like I did now when I was fifty. That was a plus in my book. “Still, ew.”

  “You’ll deal with it.” Torrent massaged my feet, my calves, my thighs, and I ended up resting my head on the tub. I closed my eyes and sighed when he poured lavender oils inside the tub. “Oh, I could sleep like this,” I whispered.

  Except then a knuckle brushed over my nipple. It hardened into a bud. I covered my breasts with both hands and lifted my head.

  “Relax.” Torrent tried to move my hands, but I held on to my breasts.

  “Show me,” he ordered. I shook my head. “You’re so cute,” he said. “You make me v
ery hard.”

  Under my bangs, I snuck a look at his middle. A big bump tilted his kilt.

  He lifted my chin with a finger, and we locked gazes, his hot and pale, mine growing hotter as he unsnapped his kilt. It fell around the chair, and when Torrent bent to kiss me, his big cock touched his torso. His mouth was gentle, even if the hands on my wrists trying to pry my hands away from my breasts were firm. “Do you want me to force you?” he whispered. “Is that your thing?”

  My face must be red. A furnace of excitement mixed with arousal boiled inside me. “You said I don’t know what I like.”

  Torrent nodded. “It’s on me to show you. Use me, and I’ll show you so that we can do more of what you like. I bet my bike we like the same things, because we wouldn’t be mated if we didn’t. You have to trust me, use me, find your passion. You see, most beast bitches like to be forced. It’s consensual forcing, it is…sort of foreplay. When a bitch goes into heat, a male needs to force her submission. It’s a beautiful thing.”

  “I’m nervous,” I admitted.

  “If you hate what we do tonight, I swear we won’t do it again.”

  “That’s a bold promise.”

  “Trust me. For,” he glanced at the clock, “another hour.”

  “One hour,” I said. “No permanent scars.”

  “Deal.” Torrent licked lips. I noticed they were plush and soft, not firm and controlling like him. “You have nice lips,” I said. “They’re soft.”

  From the kilt’s side, he pulled out a thin brown leather string about twenty inches long. The hunters tucked them into kilts. After hunting, they bound the prey so they could carry them easier. “I’m all soft,” he said. “Except where it matters. There I am rock-hard, baby, rock-hard. You know why that is?” He tugged my wrist. I could tug back and protest. I didn’t, I rested my hands on the edge of the tub, and Torrent bound my wrists.

  He leaned back and spread his legs. I couldn’t look away from the big thing between his legs. It was a monster of a cock, probably eleven inches long and as wide as my bound wrists. Under the water, my knees clamped together.

  Torrent chuckled.

  I snapped my gaze up. “Hm?” Did he say something?

  “Never mind my mouth. Keep watching the place where I’m hard. That’s what you want, isn’t it? A big hard dick inside your soft little pussy. I want that too.” Shameless, he fisted himself and squeezed, released a masculine groan. He moved his hand and used his thumb to brush the top. “It’s smooth and silky,” he said. “Made for your small hands. Only for your hands. Do you get what I’m saying to you?”

  “I’m your mate.”

  “That’s right. My dick is yours, my body is yours. My heart is yours.”

  “My heart isn’t yours,” I said.

  “Your heart will follow your pussy. And I’m gonna make her weep for me.”

  “Not.”

  “Cute. Keep denying it.” He cupped his balls, weighed them in his hand while his other hand pumped. He threw his head back. The pointy end of his braided beard bounced off his tattooed skin, and his corded torso strained. Okay, so Torrent was hot. I fisted my hands. Perhaps it was the fact that he let me watch for as long as I wanted without watching me, but I began to feel the need to touch myself too. I might be a virgin, but I had masturbated before. I knew it would make me feel good, and I knew watching him aroused me.

  When Torrent looked back down, his eyes were pools of pale heat and his dick was red and hard and ready. He took my hands and put them over his thigh. “Go on and pet your beast. I know you want to. Try not to break it. You may find you like it inside you.”

  I opened my mouth to tell him off. It was so easy to deflect him, much easier than admitting I found him handsome. He brushed his cheek with mine. “Pet me.” His lips moved down my neck where he bit, and I yelped, gripping his dick with both hands. “That feels so good. Move your hands, make me harder.”

  I didn’t.

  He bit my shoulder.

  My pussy walls fluttered. At this point, the ache down there throbbed with a heart of its own. I moved my hands up and down on his dick, my breaths now coming in pants. He caught them with his mouth, and his tongue barged inside, seeking mine. He kissed me a little rough, a little soft, my tongue brushing over his canines. At first, the brush was an accident. But then I swiped the sharp tip on purpose. I got a groan in response, and Torrent gripped the back of my neck.

  I brushed my tongue over a canine again. It drew blood. A growl emitted from within his chest was downright frightening. Except I didn’t recoil. I nicked my tongue again. He growled louder. One hand trailed down my leg, and a finger tapped my knee. I let it fall open so that his hand found a way between my legs where my pussy pulsed in arousal. It was easy for his finger to slip inside. Then another. I whimpered when he bit my bottom lip. He cut it, and blood welled.

  Torrent reared back, stared at the blood trailing from my lip to my chin. He swiped it with his tongue while his thumb flicked my sensitive bud. “Is this what you like?”

  “I don’t know what I like.”

  He picked up a handful of my breast. My nipple was pale and small as it formed a bud. He swiped his rough tongue over it. I moaned. He nicked under my breasts. The cut stung. Between my palms, his cock pulsed.

  “You like this,” I said.

  “You started it,” he said.

  I jerked him faster. He would come in his chair. Oh! I could make him come. I could. A thought of controlling something about this male made me smile. A thought of controlling anything in my life made me chuckle. Ever since Torrent, I’d been rolling with the flow, deflecting life as hits came at me, but this, him, I could make him do something I bet he didn’t want to do.

  I stroked him as if my life depended on it, rose on my knees so I could fuck him with my hands faster. Between my legs, he pumped me, and the two fingers weren’t enough.

  “You wanna get me off?” he asked.

  “Come,” I ordered him.

  Torrent bit my shoulder and licked the blood. I let go of his dick and wrapped both hands around his wrist so I could push his fingers against my opening more. I needed more.

  Torrent yanked my hair back and withdrew his hand.

  I whined.

  The chair scraped the concrete as Torrent stood and loomed above me. “You like this. I will fuck you like a beast bitch in heat. You wouldn’t be mine if you wanted it sweet and soft. I know what you want. Say, yes, Torrent, I trust you to know.”

  I hesitated but then listened to my body. He’d made it hum to life. “I trust you to know.”

  “Get out of the tub.”

  Naked, I stood. Under my breast, a trickle of blood mixed with water as it trailed down my belly. Torrent told me to crawl to the bed and kneel on the floor as if in prayer. I did so, even if I hadn’t prayed. I couldn’t think of anything other than the hot and hard body that pressed me against the bed. The world disappeared when Torrent grew in size, and when his hands covered mine, I knew he’d fuck me in his beast form, the one I’d seen that day at the lake. I looked over my shoulder.

  Torrent’s jaw jutted. He was a wolf and man, twice as hairy and twice as scary. An animal. His eyes were pale ice, and he peeled back his upper lip to show me his teeth, then snuck a clawed hand under my body. A claw found my clit, then rubbed beside it.

  It nicked the skin.

  It stung.

  He cut near my wet opening again, then rubbed my bud. I panted, resting the back of my head on his shoulder. I spread my knees wider when the tip of his cock slipped inside me. It stretched my walls.

  Torrent moved my legs back together. “It will fit,” he said, his voice deep, almost a growl. His hands caged me between them. “This way, only half of my dick can go in.” He pushed inside me and paused.

  The world paused.

  The time he’d said he didn’t have lasted an eternity.

  During the pause, I touched my forehead to my bound wrists.

  Torrent kissed the back o
f my neck. “You’re my little girl,” he said.

  My pussy pulsed.

  “I’m your mate. I will care for you, if you will have me. I love you, baby, like you can’t imagine. Say that you’re mine.”

  His cock pushed inside more and more until he buried it, then pulled back and slid in and out, found a rhythm inside my slick walls that pulsed each time he called me his little girl. He wanted to care for me. He wanted me to understand he wasn’t my daddy, but he’d do what Daddy did for me. Make me feel safe.

  In his beast form, his dick felt huge. Torrent buried his face in the crook of my neck where he nicked my skin, so that his strange tongue lapped my blood, his grunts those of an animal, his finger on my clit rubbing it, and I could do nothing more than cry out.

  I snapped, twisted, and bit his shoulder.

  Torrent snarled, spread my legs, yanked my hair back.

  I couldn’t move.

  From the front, he slapped my pussy. Once, twice, three times, kept slapping it until I couldn’t take it anymore.

  It hurt. I growled back at him.

  He kept slapping my clit, pumping me from below, and my muscles tightened when I felt my arousal build and build. I panted, whined, cried some too, and he knew I’d come. He stopped slapping and rubbed my clit, put his mouth at my ear to tell me how much he loved me, how much he wanted to give me the whole world, that I wasn’t alone anymore.

  And so I came.

  Torrent emptied inside me and released my hair. Another eternity of silence passed where we stayed kneeling on the floor. I rested my cheek on the mattress. Torrent followed and allowed me to see the part of his change where his teeth retreated, followed by his jaw. The mane of hair on his back withdrew. Only his eyes stayed pale. “My hour is up. Did you like it?”

  “I liked it.”

  Chapter Seventeen

  Torrent

  Inhaling the smell of my mate the first thing after I awoke equaled that first time I’d seen her by the lake. No, not equal; it was way better. She was in my arms, all small, soft, and cuddly, her sleepy breath escaping her parted lips. I tugged her closer, my dick hard and ready. I wanted to fuck her senseless right now. I snuck a hand under the sheets and squeezed her ass, ran my finger between her folds.