Blind Beast Mate: Dystopian Adult Romance (Beast Mates Book 1)

by Milana Jacks

  Rey heaved breaths, probably relieved the paddling was over.

  “What do you say?” I asked.

  “Thank you?”

  “Welcome. Scoot back closer,” I said and grabbed her hips. I dragged her to the edge of the bed so she lay belly down on the mattress, with her knees spread and almost touching the floor, her red ass and peachy-sweet pussy in my face. I scooted back a little to get a better look. “Have you ever tasted your pussy?”

  “Maybe.”

  “Good girl. Girls taste their pussies. They don’t wanna admit it because that’s dirty. Are you dirty?”

  “Only in mind.”

  Gotta watch out for the quiet ones. Quiet girls spun dirty thoughts. “As long as your mind is filthy, your pussy will remain clean. It’s a weapon, so I know whatcha doin’. We got problems, and you wanna distract me, don’t you?”

  “Of course not.”

  “Mm-hm. You know I want it, so you give it to me. Don’t lie. What’s your pussy taste like?”

  Rey didn’t answer.

  I sucked her clit. Hard.

  “Oh dear, oh, oh, it…it tastes like the fresh soap you use. Your soap, I use your soap, your everything. Yes, Jamie, oh yes.” She reached behind her and gripped my hair.

  I grunted into her pussy.

  Rey squeaked.

  Hm.

  She spread her legs more, yanked my hair, and pushed back against my mouth, stuffing my face with her juices. What the fuck? Mortal enemy. I needed to conquer this one. So I did. I pressed my mouth to her and sucked the swollen bud. Then I inhaled its sweetness and let out a growl from the bottom of my chest.

  Rey’s back arched.

  I smirked, still licking her.

  I growled and spread her ass cheeks. I flicked her bud rapidly with the tip of my tongue. My tongue wasn’t smooth like hers, it was rougher because I had better taste buds than the natives. I poked her pussy with it.

  “Oh dear God.”

  When I had my tongue inside her, I snarled, letting my tongue vibrate against her walls. Rey’s pussy fluttered, a butterfly to my beast, and she screamed her orgasm. Her chest rose up and down, her hair a mess around her face. I gave her a minute, ran a hand down her back, and licked my canines. I massaged the backs of her thighs. Her knees gave out, and she slid down to the floor with me, her ass right between my legs. Her back warmed my front, so I arranged her again how I wanted to mount her.

  I locked her body between my knees. She braced her hands on the edge of the bed and leaned toward it, already knowing how I liked to fuck. This was good. Beaded with sweat, her back rose up and down as she breathed. I licked her shoulder and slowly removed her plug to replace it with my cock. Rey didn’t protest. She rested her cheek on the mattress, closed her eyes, and sighed. I wanted her to be putty in my hands, relaxed and aroused and mad about me. I wanted her to want me the way I wanted her. I was crazy about her.

  When her shoulders slouched and her breaths evened, I slid slowly in and out of her ass. To get her mind away from the pain when my cock stretched her hole, I started braiding her hair. “You’ve not bought anything for yourself. I left you money, and it’s still there. We got money, baby, buy whatever you want. You don’t have to sit at home all day. Take the bike, go places. The day is yours. What’s the matter? You miss home?”

  She took her tits into her hands. Her tits were big, her hands small, so I helped her, brought her back to my front and moved her head to rest the back of it on my shoulder. She braced her hands on my thighs and nestled on my cock. I pushed forward with my hips while kneading her titties. I pinched her nipples.

  “I don’t miss home,” she said between my slow thrusts. “I like it here.”

  “You don’t know how to cook, is that it? They lied to me, said you owned your shit in the kitchen. I don’t mind, but I wanna know if your uncle lied to me so he’d rip more money from me. I fucking hate when people are lying to me.” I picked up my pace, gripped her collar. “Baby, are you lying to me?”

  Rey said nothing.

  I reached around her and teased her clit.

  Her hand found mine, and we teased it together.

  “Something’s wrong here and I’m gonna figure it out.” I bit her neck and groaned when she stilled. Yeah, I liked that. I wound my hands around her and jerked my hips into her ass. “I’m addicted to you. I think about you all day, and I wonder what you’re doing, why you don’t call me, text me, ask me how I am.”

  “More, Jamie, more.”

  “You are mine, and I am yours. That’s how this works.”

  “I’m yours, I’m yours,” she chanted, and with one final thrust, I spilled inside her.

  We fell to the side.

  I hugged her closer.

  Chapter Ten

  Rey

  Something rough touched my cheek. I turned my head away and patted for Jamie next to me. The pillow was cold. I listened for the shower. The house was quiet. I sprawled all over his side and inhaled his beast scent from the pillow. “Mmm,” I mumbled. My pillow smelled almost the same as his. At the grocery store, I’d get my peach shampoo and double up on the conditioner. I was lucky my hair hadn’t nested in places by now since Jamie didn’t use conditioner, and I needed it or my curls would knot.

  Next, I stretched across the bed and reached for the thing on his nightstand. After last night, I understood Jamie better. I juggled a pair of heavy, smooth, oval-shaped balls in my hand. No, not balls, eggs. They were heavy eggs with a string joining them together. One egg was larger than the other. Now that I knew about the butt plug, I had a good idea of what Jamie wanted. He played sexy games with me, thinking about me walking around the house with things shoved up my hole or both holes, so that when he came home, I’d be crazy with want, horny as hell. Jamie enjoyed sex. I enjoyed sex with him. It tied us together.

  I clicked the eggs and resolved to fit them inside me awhile before he got home. Not that I needed to be reminded of his presence when he wasn’t home. I thought about him too. The way he tucked me in at night, caging my body with his before he dozed off to sleep, was my favorite time with him. Last night, after Jamie had slept, I let the silence fill the distance between us. I listened to him breathing, and when it got shallow and steady, I touched him everywhere. My fingertips explored all the muscle I couldn’t see, and I imagined Jamie’s back or even his chest had a wolf tattooed on it.

  I imagined the wolf’s lips were pulled back in a snarl. Jamie was protective, a provider, and if he’d named himself “Wolf,” he must be a loyal, glorious beast. All hard muscle and big cock that stood proud and curved up to end in a wide tip. The beasts loved marking their bodies. He must have tattoos, colors on his chest and arms, meaningful memories from the past I wanted to know everything about. And I knew he had sharp claws, though they didn’t hurt me.

  He cared about not hurting me. In his arms, I felt safe. I’d answer for my secrets soon and come away as an ignorant wife-pair who didn’t want to, or didn’t care to, try to make our pairing work while doing her best to manipulate him with her pussy. Way to go, me.

  I placed the eggs back on the stand and tried to go back to sleep but couldn’t. He’d said we’d spend more time together. Did I want to spend more time with him already? I did. Did I still want to run away? I should want it. I carried a burden on my soul. I’d lied and manipulated a man who was good to me. Shame squeezed my heart. I needed to tell him today. Maybe he’d find a place for me. I hoped too much.

  A rough thing returned, scraping my cheek. “Rey?” Jamie whispered.

  “Aaah!” I nearly launched out of bed. At the last second, I gripped the end of the headboard. “I didn’t hear you,” I said, breathless. “What time is it?” I’d taken my watch off too. A dead giveaway.

  The scent of his fresh spring-mountain soap hit my nose when he bent to nibble my ear. Such a beasty man. He liked to bite and mount me like a bitch in heat. I almost purred, thinking about last night.

  “It’s five in the morning,” h
e said.

  “Shoot me.”

  He chuckled. “Babe, there’s a gray hound swimming laps in our pool.”

  I snapped opened my eyes and moved stray hairs away from my face. A pool! “It’s a stray,” I blurted. Dark and I had come to Jamie from a trailer with a room and a half where we never knew if needles and beer bottles from the night before would litter the floors and counters the morning after, where we had to lock ourselves in my bedroom, hoping like hell nobody tried to get inside when they got drunk and horny. Dark wasn’t just my eyes, he was also my ears, my friend, and my muscle. Now, he swam in the pool. Our pool. I imagined his goofy face.

  “It looks like the same hound I said not to bring with you. Did you go back for it yesterday? Is that why I got a present when I came home?”

  “No.” I shook my head.

  “How did it get here?”

  “He followed the bikes. I think. A woman found him and dropped him off.”

  “What did she say to you?”

  “Nothing. It was weird. She came and went so fast, I didn’t even get to thank her properly.”

  “If she calls again, I want to know. Or even better, if she shows up here, call me immediately.”

  I frowned. “Why?”

  “Because I said so.”

  I swallowed. “Well, who is she?”

  “Nobody.”

  “Funny you say that. That’s what Dad said to his wife when he came to fuck my mom.”

  “Rey?”

  “Yup, bastard daughter of a whore. I know shit.”

  “You don’t know shit. Are you jealous?”

  “Yeah, I’m jealous.”

  He flipped me to my back, and his lips pressed mine, his tongue pushing inside. It was so sudden and forceful that the only thing left to do was to open and take him. I gripped his shoulders, dug my fingers into them, and ran my tongue over his canines. My belly tingled, and I lifted my hips. Jamie moved back. “I smell needy pussy.”

  “Oh.”

  “Mm-hm. Listen, I got a thing early this morning. Get your ass dressed, and we’ll go to the marketplace together. I don’t wanna eat pizza anymore, and I’m sure you’ve had all the cake you can eat.” He pecked my forehead. “I keep my promises. The woman who got your hound is somebody I’m looking for. That’s all.”

  I smiled. “Let me keep my hound, please. I’ll introduce him to our cat.”

  The bed dipped. Jamie sat down and ran a hand through my hair. A minute passed. “I don’t know, baby, I’m not into hounds. They bark and slobber over the furniture, and I haven’t seen my cat. He’s probably hiding. Have you been feeding him?”

  “Cake, we’re having cake. He sits by the fridge and meows, begging to get his whiskers white. We’re sort of bonding over the cake. Great cake.”

  “We’ll see.” A pause. “There’s no girly shit in our bathroom.”

  “What?”

  “Only a toothbrush.”

  He sniffed my hair. “A guy shampoo. Your pillow smells like a guy lay in it.”

  “And you want it to smell like a girl.”

  “I got enough of myself around here and—”

  “Your bedroom prowess fills the room.”

  “Say what?” His mouth brushed the side of my neck.

  “Nothing.”

  “You’re funny in the morning.” He bit.

  “I have moments.”

  When he released my neck, he said, “I left you a note, directions on what to do with the toy on the nightstand, so that you know what it is and how it works. Read the note and do what it says, so I can mount you again tonight.”

  “Okay,” I said. “I want to come. Many, many times.”

  “On my fingers. I’m gonna make you squirt.” His footsteps padded to the door, where they stopped. He sighed. “I know all this is new for you, and I ain’t no hearts and flowers—”

  “I don’t need hearts and flowers,” I said. I needed someone to help me get back up on my feet. I needed a safe place. “What do you do at work?”

  “Run the city.”

  “Thank you, Jamie. Very helpful. Do you work all days of the week?”

  “I used to. Back on Tineya, no such thing as a day off. But on Earth, I try to make time for days off.”

  “I heard there’s a fine sand beach and a huge spring-water thing like a lake right inside this city. A beast-made beach on a lake to remind you of your home. I’d like to go there, maybe learn how to swim.”

  Jamie stayed quiet, and for a moment I thought he’d left. Sometimes people disappeared without a word, and I ended up talking to myself. Case in point, the woman who’d brought Dark yesterday. I hadn’t heard her leave.

  “We live on the beach, Rey.”

  The door slammed closed.

  Jamie

  Our white three-story home sat next to Vice’s home right on the water, and while our bedroom’s windows overlooked the street, our balcony wrapped around the entire house with a nice big upper deck right above the patio. On the deck, I’d spent countless mornings thinking about my mate before I even knew her. Honestly, I imagined she’d be feisty and defiant. I imagined I’d discipline her day and night. For our games, of course, and not because I was an abusive dick.

  Rey was a tall, curvy brunette perfection with tits that didn’t even fit my large hands. A sweet girl. Yet the little shit hadn’t even bothered to look outside her damn window. Just as well. I’d fuck her into wanting to stay. I’d give her so much cock, she wouldn’t be able to run even if she wanted to. I shuddered at the thought of her running. I couldn’t force her to stay. Mating didn’t work by force.

  “Your bad mood is infectious,” Vice said from the rail’s edge of the lighthouse where we set up our stakeout. “The sky might catch a disease and pour crap on us. Cheer up.” He paced back and forth, flexing his claws. Dewlyn was driving him nuts. This morning, we watched my house from the back because Dewlyn got spooked yesterday when she’d dropped off the hound. We figured she’d come again. A girl on a mission to fuck with us. She’d intercepted a mating handover once before, and she’d probably tried to intercept mine. She’d get herself killed standing between a mated beast and his mate. We had to contain her, and Vice needed to make her his.

  The last thing I wanted was for Dewlyn and Rey to get together. If Rey took off, I’d hunt her, but in the end, if she didn’t want to be mated, there was nothing I could do about it. Nothing. I depended on her. I couldn’t force her.

  “Here’s your sun-Rey. Man, this girl makes me smile,” Vice said.

  “Mind your own mate.” I hopped on the edge and watched, the wind blowing the smell of fresh water in my face. Our eyes, made for hunting, allowed us to see a great distance. Rey stood on the porch between her small lounge chair and my bigger one. The same one I’d need to disinfect. She held the hound’s leash—there went my rope—and a short white stick in her hand.

  “A skinny-dip,” Vice said. “Maybe I’ll get an eyeful. Rawr.”

  “If she takes off her clothes, you’re not watching. She can’t swim either, so she’ll need to wait and use the pool until I teach her how to swim.” Damn straight. Finally, she got out of the house and smiled a genuine smile. The same one I’d seen her wear at her compound. In turn, I showed my teeth too.

  Rey jerked her hand.

  The white stick unfolded into a longer stick. A cane? I tilted my head.

  She placed the far end of the stick down on the ground and began tapping around. The hound plastered himself to her left leg. He stepped first, and she followed.

  Vice and I both froze in place. The entire city faded before my eyes.

  Tap, tap, tap.

  I could almost hear the soft end of her cane tap the tiled edge of our pool. The myriad flashbacks assaulted me. Rey wore sunglasses most of the time. Rey avoided me. Rey didn’t drive her girly bike in the city. Rey didn’t look me in the eyes. Sometimes she followed my mouth and sometimes her gaze would drift not quite where it should be. At the party, she looked distrac
ted and uncomfortable. Quiet. I attributed it to her being shy.

  I blinked in disbelief.

  “Bro,” Vice said in a low voice.

  “No.” I shook my head. “Don’t say it. I left her alone for days, and she didn’t even know where she was.”

  “You’re an ape. How could you not know? Oh, hold up.” He raised his hand. “I know how. You took her like an ape. Ape thought banging her and swinging his cock around was all it would take. You thought that’s all you had to do. I told you about the natives. These women aren’t bitches. You can’t just fuck them into submission, you gotta…talk. A looooot of talking about issues until your head hurts, but—”

  “Shut up, Vice, I’m having a mental breakdown.” I scrubbed my eyes. “She asked me to leave her alone so she could figure out how to get out before I found out. But with no… The notes. Oh shit.”

  “You wrote her love notes?” Vice threw his head back and laughed. She couldn’t read the notes. I’d almost spanked her for not reading them, not doing the things I wanted her to do. “Yeah, have a breakdown. Ape.”

  I snarled in frustration.

  “It’s the pairing,” he said. “That’s why most of the mates are running. We buy them like fucking candy at the store. We put prices on our mates. Have a think. Rey? We paid real nice for her. Real sweet, that one, and paired with an ape.” Vice shook his head. “It’s a bad practice all around. Dewlyn will tell ya. Showed me, all right, left my ass even after I’d courted her and talked about issues.”

  “Courting didn’t help you any, and you broke our code.” Vice had explained the mating to Dewlyn.

  “If you don’t break yours, you’re gonna regret it. You know anything about Rey?”

  “Yup. She’s mine.” I thumped my chest.

  “Apeshit.”

  “I’m going over there.” I hopped on my bike and revved the engine.

  Vice slapped a hand over my shoulder.