Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Her dirty-blond hair was amazing, flowing all around her. There was an adorable dimple in both cheeks of her bottom, and…fuck, he was going to come.
Bending forward, he wrapped an arm under her and lifted her up so her back was plastered to his front. In this position, he could cup her breast, thumb her pretty nipple, and kiss her neck. “Come, Baby girl.”
Her lips parted, and the sweetest moan escaped as she obeyed him. He would never tire of being able to command her to orgasm. Nor would he tire of following right behind her, his seed filling her tight channel as pulses of his release left him panting.
As soon as they were both sated, he lifted her off his cock, cradled her against his chest, and eased off the side of the bed. He didn’t care that his come was dripping out of her. Like she’d said, their combined essence filled the room.
It was almost enough to cause him to turn back around and go for another round. But he needed to give her a bath and feed her. She hadn’t had anything to eat or drink since they’d arrived.
Granted, they hadn’t been home long. She’d been on him like a little monkey from the moment they’d entered the house. Still… Bath. Food.
“Daddy…” She twisted in his arms as he bent down to turn on the water so he could fill the tub. “Again…” she whimpered.
He chuckled. “Later, naughty girl. I need to clean you up and feed you.”
She shook her head. “No cleaning. No food. Back to bed.” She squirmed so hard he nearly dropped her.
Righting himself, he rolled her against his chest and swatted her bottom gently. Instead of gasping from shock as he expected, she moaned. Arousal flooded her pussy, filling the bathroom with her scent.
Hayes needed to get their combined scent off them before he ended up fucking her raw. Wolf shifters could fuck often and recover quickly, plus they healed fast, but his Little girl hadn’t even had her first shift yet. He needed to be aware that she was more fragile right now. She was also delirious from her transitional stage.
As soon as the water was warm enough, he stepped into the tub and lowered to sitting.
Rylee immediately twisted in his arms and turned to straddle him. She cupped his shoulders, breathing heavily. Her chest rose and fell as she met his gaze. Her eyes were glazed over with lust, but they cleared incrementally as the water rose.
Her heartrate slowed to a more manageable pace, no longer causing him to panic. She took deep breaths.
“Good girl.” As he stroked his hands up and down her back, it occurred to him that perhaps she was regaining control now that their essence was washing off their bodies. The frenzy was still there, but the dire driving need she’d felt was dissipating.
Rylee was deeply affected by his scent. He nearly slapped his forehead at the realization. She’d been this way from the moment he’d entered the ceremonial room. All mates reacted to each other’s pheromones. It was normal. But something about her was different.
He should have been paying closer attention. Several recent mates had unusual abilities. Hayes had known going into this that he needed to be aware of anything that might stand out as different. And yet, he’d been clouded by his own lust.
“Is that better, Baby girl?” When he reached between her legs to stroke her folds as if to wash off his semen, she gripped his thighs with her knees, but she remained more focused.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“My scent really affects you,” he stated, wondering if she realized how unusual this was. She’d even asked, and he’d made light of her inquiry.
She nodded.
“How do you feel, Little one?” He lifted a hand to her forehead. She was warm but not too hot yet.
“Fine. Tired.”
“Hungry?” She should be famished.
She bit her lip and looked away.
He reached for her chin and angled her face upward, frowning. “Starving?”
She shook her head and looked away. “I don’t eat much.”
His brow furrowed. Sure, she was small, but lots of mates were small. She wasn’t underweight or anything. What did she mean by that? “Look at Daddy, Baby girl.”
She inhaled slowly as she obeyed him.
“You have to be hungry. I bet you were a ball of nerves this morning, and I haven’t fed you a single bite since we got here.”
She swallowed as if she had something to say and was reluctant to do so.
“Rylee…”
“I’m…” Her voice lowered. “I’m picky.”
“A picky eater?”
She nodded, her cheeks turning red.
“So you eat plenty, but there are a lot of foods you don’t like, is that it?”
Another nod.
“Did you think that would upset me?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He flinched. That was the first time she’d called him Sir. Though he didn’t mind her doing so and would encourage her to be respectful and submissive, he didn’t like the context.