Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
As Talon left the room, Brock took his place in the doorway. “You ready for this?” For once, his expression was serious.
Arion reached out and gave a firm handshake. “I’ve got this.” At least he certainly hoped so.
Brock wouldn’t be descending with him. Only six people would be present at the ceremony. Jezebel, her parents, Arion, and his parents. No guests.
The ceremony would not be an elaborate affair. Talon would officiate. Words would be exchanged. Jezebel’s care would be turned over from her family to Arion. That was basically it. And then she would be his for eternity.
There was no denying Arion was nervous. Though he was a strong Alpha among his people, this mating would be the most important event of his life. It would set the stage for the rest of his decades. He needed to be mindful of his Little mate’s feelings and careful to ensure she was happy in the coming days.
“Do we need to have a talk about the birds and the bees?” Brock joked.
Arion rolled his eyes. “I think I can manage without your help. In fact, if you have any questions in the coming weeks before you claim your own mate, you let me know. I’ll be an old mated Alpha by then.”
Society made a big deal out of preserving its females’ virtue, saving her for her mate. But the truth was, most of the males in their pack also remained chaste until their mating. This was truer among the Alpha Protectors than the commoners.
It wasn’t as though Arion had no knowledge of sex. He was far more educated on the subject than his virginal mate would be. For one thing, he’d been masturbating for as long as he could remember. That was encouraged among his pack.
The same was unlikely to be true of Jezebel. Masturbation was frowned upon. In some families it was a strict rule. Most rarely spoke of it so that their daughters would remain ignorant of the subject.
Arion wouldn’t be concerned if his Little mate had touched herself. He certainly had done so many times before he was twenty. How could he expect her to have kept her little fingers away from her pussy in the dark of night under the covers?
Maybe she had. Maybe she hadn’t. He wouldn’t reprimand her or shame her for the past. Her curiosity might have gotten the better of her in recent years.
That didn’t mean he would let her continue to do so. Not under his care. From now on, her pleasure would belong to him. He would decide when and where and how she was granted release.
He shook his lustful thoughts from his head. He didn’t need to frighten his Little mate the moment he met her with a giant hard-on.
Brock shook Arion out of his thoughts with a chuckle. “I’ll be working extra shifts to cover your ass while you’re in the honeymoon phase, my friend. You get a month, then I’ll be looking for you.”
Arion smirked. “I’d keep your distance if I were you. A month might not be long enough. I might need more time.” He glanced in the mirror again. He was clean shaven. His hair had been cut just this morning by his mother. He was well-groomed, suit perfectly starched, shoes polished.
A meandering thought snuck up on him not for the first time. He’d seen his adorable Little girl many times. Thousands. She had not seen him. What if she wasn’t attracted to him?
Logically he knew that wasn’t a possibility. The marks on their wrists ensured they were destined for each other. It was fated that they would be attracted to each other and want to spend their lives together.
That didn’t mean they couldn’t fuck things up and make the transition less than desirable. Arion had received many lectures similar to the one from his father earlier.
Littles needed nurturing and guidance. The mating bond caused confusing feelings. She would not necessarily run into his arms and welcome him into her body. Rushing her would backfire on him and lead to a long period of adjustment. Patience was golden.
Alphas and even all wolves often joked about bedding their mates on their mating night, but most of them were probably blowing hot air out of their lungs. Most Little girls needed time to adjust to their mate before taking him into her body.
Arion had no misconceptions that he would be getting his cock wet tonight or any night in the near future. “Patience,” he reminded himself out loud.
“That’s the spirit,” Brock responded.
Arion flinched as he realized his friend was still in the room. He cleared his throat and met the other Alpha’s gaze. “Seriously though, my friend. Thank you for covering for me for a while. You know I will return the favor in a few months.”
“I know you will.” Brock gave Arion a hardy slap on the shoulder and left the room.