Got it, beast. Ours. And he was very pleased with the thought of staying within sight of our mate forever. Within reach would be better…
“Okay. If you say so. Come on. I have tweezers in my car.”
Her command was unnecessary. I was not familiar with these tweezers, but I would follow her anywhere until the day I died. Obviously, she did not yet understand what it meant to be mine.
The distance to her vehicle was short. Soon we walked across hot black tar that had hardened to cover the ground. I assumed this was so the human cars would not sink too deeply into the sand. As with the humans’ roads, the method was inefficient but seemed to work for them.
Row upon row of cars waited for their owners to return. I wondered which one belonged to my female.
She walked to the very end of a row, stopped, looked me up and down and shook her head. “One problem at a time.”
After digging around in the large bag hanging from her shoulder, she pulled a small black item free and pointed it at the tiny car until it beeped. The rear window section of the vehicle rose slowly, on some kind of automated system. Stefani tossed her bag into the back of the vehicle, leaned in, and pulled a second, completely different style of bag toward her.
Her long legs were perfectly toned and curved. Her thighs looked soft to touch. The small skirt she wore rose as she leaned forward, and I saw…
My cock pulsed with pain. Her bare ass with nothing but a thin, pink slip of fabric separating the round lobes. Soft. Smooth. I wanted to touch. Grab. Pull her ass cheeks apart, spread her pussy lips wide, make room for my cock to pump in and out of her.
I was going to die, right here. My cock was going to explode. I would bleed to death, which would be acceptable, as long as I could fuck her as I bled out.
She smiled at me over her shoulder and the throbbing pain migrated from my cock to my chest—and squeezed.
“Navy SEALS have their Go-Bags. Well, so do single ladies.” She pulled a backpack toward her and yanked items loose, dropping them next to the pack as she went. “Shoes. Hah. Definitely don’t need those. Little black dress. Hair—ah! Found it.”
What she had in her hand was a sparkling green pouch. She unzipped the closure and pulled a small metal item free before turning to me.
“Emergency make-up bag to the rescue. I prefer waxing my eyebrows or threading, but backup tweezers are a must have.” She lifted the slender item and squeezed in the center. The two tips met at the end. “I’m sure you’re a great guy, but those tentacles are not coming in my car.”
Without explanation, she crouched down in front of me. From a nearby park, a human male whistled a crude sound. I let my beast roar back and the young male turned and ran.
No one insulted my mate, nor attempted to torment no embarrass her.
“Ignore him. Just your standard asshole.”
“My mate will not suffer assholes, standard or otherwise.”
“God, you’re as bad as Max.” Stefani pressed the end of her tweezers to my leg and lifted a small strand of what had once been attached to the sea creature from my leg. The stinging sensation did not lessen, but I cared not. The pain was a mere pittance. Actually, a boon, as my mate now tended to me.
I must walk into the ocean and find these creatures more often.
Barely daring to move as my mate pulled what she referred to as tentacles from my flesh, I ground my teeth and held back a groan as she forgot herself and placed her bare palm against my leg.
My head spun yet again, and I grabbed on to the edge of her car for balance.
If her touch had this effect, fucking her might kill me.
Fuck her now. Mine.
Swallowing a groan as she moved her hand slightly and targeted yet another tentacle, I told my beast to shut up. She was human. I could not simply throw her down on the ground, lift that tiny pink skirt and…
Yes! Claim!
I staggered as the beast fought me for control. I had gone too far, pushed myself too close to the edge. I was not sure I could control him.
Stefani paused what she was doing and looked up at me. Her hand remained pressed to my thigh. “Are you alright?”
“No.” I needed her to touch me everywhere. My cock was especially eager, hard and reaching for her in a very obvious manner from beneath my shorts.
She dipped her chin at my response and promptly gasped at the proximity of her mouth to the eager length. I envisioned her kneeling before me, as she did now, her lips wrapped around my hard cock as she held my balls with one hand and clenched my thigh with the other, anchored to me.
