The beast complied immediately, shifting her slight frame so we cradled her against our chest. Her sigh of relief was music to my beast’s ears.
“Thanks. That’s much better.”
I stood in silence, holding her for long minutes as she looked around the space. I lived sparsely. There were no mementos from Atlan, no cushions or soft, feminine things on the sofa or chairs. No decorations on the wall. I simply had never cared. I ate. I worked loading transports from the mines. I fought in the pits. I slept. I needed nothing else. Until now. Until her.
“You really think I’m your mate?”
“Mate.”
“How do you know?”
How did the beast choose a female? Smell alone? Surely not. I knew the beast did not choose based on what the female looked like, either. I’d been around thousands of females throughout my life, both on the battleship and back home, on Atlan. None had interested the beast until now. Why? I had no idea, I simply understood. She. Was. Mine.
“Don’t know.” I shook my head in an effort to think more clearly. The beast was not in a thinking mood. “Mine.”
She sighed and snuggled into my arms, rested her head against my shoulder as I continued to stand, unable to let her go, unwilling to force the issue of the claiming. Fuck. I could stand here for days, her slight weight nothing to my beast.
I should have spent more time seducing females in my youth. I was no innocent, but I’d always been more concerned with fighting than fucking. I could kill for her. But speak sweet words of seduction? Soothing words of comfort? No. I was at a loss. My poor beast was far more primitive than I. We were fucked. Hopeless.
“I actually know a lot about you guys, the beasts. They made a TV show about Atlans back on Earth. They called itBachelor Beastbecause they based it off a human show where a man dated about twenty women and narrowed it down to the one he wanted to marry.” She cleared her throat and shifted in my arms. “I always thought that show was stupid. The man always cheated, having sex with as many of them as he could get away with. At least, that’s what they made it look like. Guess that could have been editing though.”
What was I supposed to say to my mate about her human show? The idea of courting twenty females at once was abhorrent. I only wanted one. “Want you.”
She sighed like I’d just taken her favorite childhood toy. “You don’t even know me. How could you possibly want to be with me?”
“Mine.”
“You said that.”
“Mine.” Great fucking job beast. Real smooth. Charming.
You’re making us sound like an idiot. Stop. Let me talk to her.
No. Mine.The beast was beyond cooperating, even with me. He would stand here and hold her until he collapsed, she was physically ill, or she gave her consent to be claimed. He was literally stuck, his instincts in charge. He would never force a female, yet he could not let her go.
I was so fucked. What a hopeless situation. What the fuck was I going to do?
Lavender shifted in my arms, her small face pressed to my neck. “You smell good.”
My cock leaped, a drip of pre-cum wetting my pants at her slight encouragement. “Mine. Mate.”
“Tazo, I’m not going to lie. You’re sexy. I like you. But I need to go home and help my sister.” She settled in the cradle of my arms and looked up at me. “Please.”
“Kai protect his mate.” I looked down at her sweet face, my mind blurred as I stared at the soft, plump, pink lips. I wanted to kiss those lips. See them wrapped around my cock. Watch them open on a gasp, or a scream, as I devoured her pussy juices and made her come. “You small. Weak. Kai protect sister. You stay. Safe. Mine.”
I watched, horrified, as her eyes filled with tears. I could not tolerate her pain. I settled her in one arm and lifted the other to gently wipe the tears from her skin, lowered my head to kiss her tears away.
“No tears. Sister safe. Mate safe. No cry.” Had Warlord Kai secured her sister? Probably not, at least not yet. But I knew my fellow warlord. He would not fail, not when his mate’s life was on the line. He would find her and keep her safe. As I had found Lavender and would die before I allowed anything to hurt her.
My kisses traveled from one cheek to the other. I kissed her forehead. The tip of her nose. Her soft skin proved addictive. One taste was not enough. My kisses wandered over her face. Her lips.
Still cradling her in one arm, I used the other to gently tug the blanket and reveal her form. The beast nearly growled at the sight of her full breasts and curved hips. The small, blue garment she wore covered almost nothing. Her shoulders were bare, as were the stop curves of her breasts. The shimmering blue fabric bunched around her hips to reveal long, soft thighs, bare legs. A thin strip of black fabric covered her feminine heat, but the scent of her wet pussy flooded my senses. She was hot and wet, ready for me. She had not been lying when she said shelikedme. Thought I wassexy.
The image in the beast’s mind was the only warning I had as he lifted her, rotating her in our arms.
No! She’s not ready for?—
The beast’s lips closed over the mound of black material. His tongue quickly found the edge, burrowed under the thin fabric to lick her sex.
