Goddess Beast Mate: #2.5 (Beast Mates)

by Milana Jacks

  Fuck. "I don't eat humans. My mother is human."

  "She is?"

  "Mm hmm. I was born and bred in Beast City."

  Her eyes lit up.

  Scored some points with Mom. I smiled.

  "Your teeth are really big," she said.

  "My tongue is bigger. It wants to lick your pussy. Right now."

  "I want pairing papers."

  I leapt off the bed, yanked my shoelaces out of my boots, and tied her legs. She protested, but I couldn't have my half-naked sexy mate running around a community filled with horny beasts. I pecked her lips. "I'll be right back."

  Outside, Mayhem supervised the looting.

  "You got a minute?" I asked. He nodded, and we walked through the sanctuary. "Men of Earth weren't here, but the people have heard of Tom," I said.

  "The girl told you that?" he asked, eyes narrowed. He didn't believe me, but I was Alpha's beast, not his, so he wouldn't push the issue.

  "Yes. Speaking of the girl… She's my mate."

  "Which is why I will whip Lore for convincing me we should take you on a raid. The hunters don't mate during raids. You have witnessed why. Had I not backed off, you'd have attacked me. Hunts and mating don't go together. If you were one of my males, I would have you whipped."

  All I heard was blah, blah, blah. I suppressed an eye roll and leaned my shoulder on the door. "I need a priest. Vice will want pairing papers. My mate wants papers."

  "What is a priest?"

  "A man who joins us in a sacred union."

  "And you can't pair without this man?"

  "I can, but it will be easier if I can make her happy now."

  "Not a problem. I will be your priest." Mayhem lifted his nose and sniffed. He pointed at the door. "She's in there. You gonna let me in?"

  I opened the door.

  At the sight of him, Shanice threw the shoelaces in the corner, sat up straight, and covered herself.

  I closed the door behind us. Where could the papers be? Every community had them. The desk. I rounded it and rifled through the drawers until I found the pairing papers. I handed them to Mayhem, sat next to her, and threw an arm over her shoulder. "Easy," I warned the barbarian.

  Mayhem sat behind the desk and read the paper. "Bullshit," he said, "but I'll pair you two."

  "Those are Vice's papers," I said.

  "And I’m Keeper of Earth. Shanice," he said, "this community is closed. There's nothing here anymore. What are you going to do?"

  "Where's my sister?"

  "On her way to my court. Would you like to join her?"

  I growled. "No, she wouldn't."

  "Well, wait. I want to know she won't be harmed. Shayma is all I have left."

  "She will not be harmed. On my honor. This beast, Medrix, is your... pair. He will love you, provide for you, and breed you. He will breed you a lot, and I gotta say—”

  "Thank you, Mayhem," I interrupted.

  "Welcome. Now, you can come to court, where you will serve my hunters, or let the breeding begin. Those are your choices."

  Those weren't her choices, but I didn't protest. I wanted to breed her. I wanted to make her mine. If she didn't want me, I would pursue her until she did.

  "I'm not coming to your court," she said to Mayhem.

  "Are you sure?" he asked.

  "Positive."

  Mayhem stuck his thumb in ink. "And you will let this fine beast paddle that ass of yours. Won't you, pumpkin?"

  I bit back a growl.

  "Yes, I will pair with Medrix, son of Knox and Geraldine."

  Mayhem pressed his thumb on the pairing papers. "All hear Shanice of Medrix."

  Hear.

  Chapter Three

  Shanice

  When I was a little girl, I couldn't fall asleep without my blanky. The old white one Medrix gave me, which my late dad had saved here, in his former office. Seven years ago, Dad died of a heart attack, and my mom had been gone long before him. If Daddy could see what Hanz did with our community after he passed, he'd spin in his grave.

  After the blond left, I clutched my blanky. Since our leader had tried to pair me off, Ms. Smith had trained me to please a beast man. I knew what they liked, and Mayhem confirmed it. I would get paddled.

  From behind Daddy's desk, I took out a ten-inch-long round paddle, which looked like a ping-pong racket. I put the paddle on the desk. Now came the hardest part—undressing in front of a stranger. Even one who claimed he loved me.

  Tears stung my eyes, but I bit back my insecurities and slid the ripped dress along with my panties down my legs. Gaze on the floor, I stepped out of the clothes. Silence resumed. I didn't expect a rain of compliments, but I expected something from my husband. I glanced at Medrix.

  He sat on the bed with the biggest grin on his face. When he saw me looking, he said, "Don't stop now."

  I cleared my throat and turned around. Rested my palms on the table. "Master Medrix, I am ready."

  "Master?"

  "Yes."

  "What... What are you ready for?"

  "The paddle."

  He chuckled. "Holy shit. I love my life."

  I glanced over my shoulder. "Why are you laughing?"

  "Because you... You. All of you. You're—”

  "I won't diet."

  "Excuse me?"

  "Diet. I won't do it. I hate it, it makes me miserable. You wanted a pair. This is who I am."

  He tilted his head. "I'm laughing because I’m the luckiest beast in the world."

  "Oh."

  "Oh is right. Shanice, did someone teach you this?"

  "All of us are taught to obey our beast Master."

  "You must've been a star student, because your beast Master is extremely pleased."

  He made me smile. "Thank you."

  "Come here," he said.

  I stood in front of him.

  "Kneel."

  I knelt with my hands on my thighs, palms facing up.

  Medrix ran a thumb over my pumpkin lipgloss and smeared the gloss around my lips, then pushed his finger inside my mouth. I sucked. The pale color of his blue eyes, and down lower, the size of his cock, made me wet. He turned up his nose. It wrinkled. "I smell wet pussy." He hooked a hand behind my neck, pulled, and attacked my mouth.

  I opened and followed his lead. He tasted fresh, and I wondered if he would use his tongue elsewhere on my body. I'd read about guys doing that to a woman and—oh boy—it sounded like something I'd enjoy. But our trainer told us beast Masters didn't go down on women, because they found it degrading, so I left those fantasies behind as Medrix sucked my tongue.

  He broke the kiss, gripped his cock, and stroked. "Do you like the paddle?"

  I blushed. "Maybe."

  "You're a star," he said. "You wanna hear what I like? I like your tits. I dream of your tits." He weighed one in his hand. "Damn. Even in my dreams, I couldn't summon this kind of perfection. Let me tell you what's gonna happen here. I'm gonna fuck your tits, paddle you, and then I'm gonna breed you. We ain't leaving this hut. I'm gonna breed you for days. Is there food stashed somewhere in this room?"

  "There are cans in the closet."

  "So we're set." He pecked my lips. "You are my pair, Shanice. Don't be afraid of me or yourself. Don't be embarrassed of how you feel about sex, sexy, or about your body. Be shameless. Be bold. Your body is a shrine, and I'm gonna use it to worship you." He slid to the edge of the bed and lifted my breasts. "Pick up my dick. Lick it."

  He kneaded my breasts, while I licked the tip of him. I couldn't even wrap my hand around the girth. I wondered if it would fit inside me, but my brain ceased thinking when Medrix pressed my breasts together and squeezed his dick in between. He moved my breasts up and down, groaning and praising them. I rested my hands on his knees, so I could catch his cock with my mouth.

  "Oh baby, it's so good," he said.

  I put my hands on his and helped move my tits faster.

  He dropped my breasts and yanked my hair. I yelped, but he muffled it with h
is mouth. Then he dragged me back to the table and told me to assume my previous position. I did and felt something wet touch my behind. Then hands. His hands kneaded my ass, and I peeked over my shoulder, to see him kneeling, my ass in his face. Though he'd mentioned licking my pussy, I didn't think a beast Master would do it. I believed he was feeding me bullshit, to make me more pliable.

  Both uncomfortable and aroused, I licked the taste of my husband's pre-cum from my lips at the same time as he spread my asscheeks and licked between my legs.

  "Oh dear me," I said.

  "Dear you tastes yummy." He poked my pussy with his tongue, and I reared back, seeking more. "You like that?" he asked and poked me again.

  A slap.

  Ouch.

  "Do you like that?" he repeated.

  "Yes, Master."

  "I'm liking this Master thing. You're doing great, baby. I couldn't be more surprised and pleased. I love the hell out of you." He clamped his lips on my clit, sucked, and flicked his tongue. I rose on my toes and wiggled my ass, so I got more rub from his stubble between my sensitive thighs. Medrix groaned and sucked. He growled, and his mouth vibrated over my clit when he pushed the back of my thigh and lifted. My knee propped on the table, my legs spread to give him more room.

  One finger probed inside my channel, and I tensed. He must've felt it; he withdrew and stood. His hard erection pressed the small of my back, and I whined, wanting to come.

  A hand reached around my hip, and two fingers touched my clit. "You think I'm gonna fit inside your pussy?"

  "No."

  "Think about it some more."

  He got the paddle and stepped back.

  I braced for the first blow. It was always the hardest one as it set the intensity of those to follow. But Medrix didn't swing at first. He tapped one cheek, then the other, warming me up, and told me he'd do only ten. He asked me to count. Grateful, I thanked him. The trainer never let us count. The desperation of never knowing when it would end kept us in check, the trainer had said.

  I liked counting better. One hit on my left cheek. Ouch. Pleased, I exhaled and said, "One."

  Two and three came on my right cheek, and Medrix reached around my hip again, to play with my pussy. Four, five, and six landed while he stroked my clit, so I barely felt the pain, but the last four burned the back of my thighs, and I hitched my breaths. Suppressed the tears. I didn't want to cry because it hurt me; I almost cried happy tears because it didn't. The physical pain I'd endure, but I'd have to deflect the emotional one I'd expected.

  This beast didn't hurt my feelings. On the contrary, he enjoyed my body in the same way I did, despite what leader Hanz told me. And when my husband pressed his cock at my entrance, I welcomed him.

  "It's only half of it," he said and slowly slid himself inside. "You're so wet and tight and turned on. Is your pussy tight just for me?”

  “Yes.”

  “Don’t worry, baby, I’m gonna make it all fit." He slid back and forth, his hands on my breasts for better leverage. "If only you could see what I see. I see an ass I want to fuck day and night. My dick is coming in and out of you, slick from your pussy. I have big tits in my hands, and I hear your soft whimpers. Tell me you want to come for me."

  "I want to come for you."

  He slapped my ass. "Master."

  "Master. Yes. Oh yes, Master. Give me that monster cock."

  "Oh yeah?" He paused, hooked an arm under my knee, and lifted, so my pussy stretched and he delved deeper. At my ear, he said, "This is gonna hurt."

  I screamed when he jabbed himself inside.

  He bit my shoulder and fucked me, telling me to stoke my clit. Telling me to forget the pain of the intrusion and make myself feel good.

  I touched my clit, stroked, and a shiver ran down my spine when my fingers touched his cock as it pumped in and out of me. My skin was damp, my body was hot, my breasts felt heavy, and I whined as he hit the spot inside me. I rubbed faster. His hands on me tightened, his claws digging into my skin.

  When I felt him empty inside me, I came all over his cock. But I didn't feel good because of it. I felt good because of the way my husband looked at me after he came and after he laid me down on the bed. The blanky fell on the floor. I felt good when he kissed my forehead and whispered promises. He said I'd see my sister again. He said he and I would make many beast babies.

  Then he lifted my hand and pressed his lips to my palm. "Shanice, I love everything about you, and I always will."

  And there he was—my missing lucky charm. I couldn't pin Medrix on my dress but I could pin him to my heart and let him stay there. I was pretty sure he'd pinned me to his. In bed with him, I wore nothing old, nothing borrowed, and nothing blue, but I had him, and he was new.

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  Hello! I wrote this short as a gift to readers of Beast Mates dystopian series to celebrate my mate’s (Husband) birthday. Before publication, I release stories for the readers on my mailing list as they await for books in the series. If you want in, join other readers HERE.

  At the end of Wild, you met Reagan, Sent Beast Mate heroine. On the next page, you will find an exclusive peek into Mayhem. Thank you for writing reviews and spreading the word about this series.

  Sent Beast Mate

  Mayhem

  On a perfectly cold January night, instead of hunting, I sat on my ass. Kill me now and let me die a great hunter before I go down in history as Mayhem, the lazy boy in the chair. My fourth auction would begin within the next half hour. It seemed I was not to die a great hunter; I was to die of boredom right here in my leather recliner. I threw a leg over the chair’s arm and reclined farther back as my tribe filled the large room. It used to be some high-end hotel’s ballroom and now that the building had been remodeled, it served as my tribe’s court.

  We, Hunters of Mayhem, preferred tents with beds made of fur, but we’d adjusted to Alpha Beast Jamie’s beast way of life here on Earth. It meant tech, raised beds with thread-counted cotton sheets, and wooden doors that didn’t flop or flap as we walked through them. Meh. My recliner and I rested on the dais as hunters lined up along the sides of the ballroom, five steps below my feet.

  Out of seventy-five, fifty-four of my hunters were in attendance. I surveyed my court, looking for males with pale eyes. Excited males thought with their dicks, and hunters were given orders to mute their mating instinct during the auctions in the same way we muted it during a hunt. Mating instinct was dangerous and distracting during the hunt. There was a time to hunt and a time to look for a mate. This was hunting time sans action. We hunted for human females who wanted us harmed. The last thing I needed was one of my males recognizing a mate, and then said mate killing him in his sleep or poisoning him with a breakfast muffin.

  “Master Mayhem,” my human servant said. “May I get you a drink while you wait?”

  “You may.” I dismissed her with a flick of my wrist and continued wallowing in self-pity. When I accepted my role as Keeper of Earth, a title made up by Alpha Beast Jamie when he asked me to hunt down Men of Earth, I judged the chore an easy one. After all, I’d hunted for a living back on Tineya.

  As soon as we’d made the deal, I got to hunting. Seven community raids later, I didn’t have any news to report back to the base ship in the sky, and Jamie was becoming impatient. The raids gave me little information on Men of Earth, so I changed tactics. We’d figured out that the mates who’d killed their beasts worked for Men of Earth, so I announced public auctions meant to draw out Men of Earth, have them come to me with females to offer. I figured an open auction would give us a chance to catalog the women we accepted into our lives, monitor them, and also uncover the girls Men of Earth used as assassins.

  I didn’t worry about the possibility of my mate showing up at an auction, mainly because nothing ever simply came to me. I had to go after it, fight for it, shed blood for everything in my life. She wouldn’t just land in my lap. The mere thought of my future mate made me smile.

  I stroked the handle of my kni
fe, musing about her. She would have big tits. And a big ass. She would be as sweet as sugar, and wouldn’t dream of harming me, her Master. That was why I didn’t worry about having to question the assassin they sent us, because she couldn’t possibly be mine.

  My cousin Lore approached and leaned against my chair. “It’s like getting a batch of new toys,” he said. “I’m gonna sink my tongue into every pussy that comes through that door.”

  Lore wouldn’t disobey the mating-instinct muting order. I trusted him with my life, so I didn’t object to the placement of his tongue. “There’s a basement full of pussy,” I said. “This auction isn’t about pussy.”

  “My entire life is about pussy.”

  “So I’ve heard.”

  “It’s too bad they’re not taking the bait,” he said.

  “I know.” Men of Earth weren’t falling for my trap. Maybe they were cautious; maybe they hadn’t heard of the auctions yet. The only good thing that came from these auctions was a stockpile of human females. Not that they’d serve me anyway, but they’d serve my males. I’d rather put my dick into a chastity contraption than dip it into a pussy that wasn’t my mate’s. My dick was pure so it could be worshiped. When I collared my mate, she would worship my dick and me. No stray pussy for me. Yes, yes, I was a one-hundred-and-fifty-year-old virgin. CLICK!

  About the Author

  Milana Jacks grew up with tales of water fairies that seduced men, vampires that seduced women, and Babaroga who’d come to take her away if she didn’t eat her bean soup. She specializes in dark, fun & steamy paranormal romance set in dystopian world where sexy alpha males are unapologetic and supportive at the same time. Her home is on Earth with her mate and their three little monsters.

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