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)
Hayes reached around her to turn off the water before cupping her face and meeting her gaze. “It is customary for Alpha Protectors to require their mates to follow many rules, Little one. Most of those rules will be for your safety. Life in the mountains has risks you’re not used to in the valley. You are precious to me, and I never want anything to happen to you. In addition, I will pamper you in ways that you do not yet understand. I will expect you to submit deeply to me and let me care for you. You’ll learn to do so because it’s in your nature. Fate chose you to be my mate, and She doesn’t make mistakes.”
“Yes, Daddy,” Rylee whispered.
“I appreciate your reverent tone and the way you called me Sir. It’s very respectful of you, and you may do so at any time, but it’s not required. Nor will I require you to eat food you do not like.”
Her breath hitched at the same time her eyes widened. “Really?”
He frowned. “Why would I make you eat things you don’t care for, Baby girl?”
She winced. “Because I don’t like most foods, Daddy.”
He stroked her cheek. “I don’t care if you never eat any foods, Little one. When we get out of this tub, I will feed you a bottle of formula. I’ve never heard of a single Little girl not liking the formula. I suspect you will be no different, and hopefully after you’ve tasted it, you can relax, knowing that it will always be my pleasure to feed you formula any time if that’s what you prefer.”
She stared at him. “Is it like protein shakes? My mother made them for me every morning.”
“Yes, Little one. Just like that. You’ll see.”
A smile lit up her face right before she threw her arms around his neck and held on tight. “Thank you, Daddy.”
He wrapped his arms around her small body and kept her close. “You’re welcome, Little one. Let’s get you washed so we can get a bottle in you. How’s that sound?”
Chapter Six
Rylee was shivering as her Daddy dried her off. She didn’t know how to tell him that his scent was still driving her to want to climb back into his bed, so she held her tongue. He didn’t seem quite as affected by her essence even though it had to be at least as strong in the bathroom. Maybe he was simply able to control his lust better. How embarrassing.
The bath had helped. His semen had nearly driven her out of her mind. It was leaking from the tip of his erection again—which was just as large as it had been from the moment she’d first seen it. Surely it wasn’t always that size.
He lifted her chin with a finger, and she found him grinning at her. Her face heated, realizing she’d been caught staring.
“You’re precious, Little one.” He bent to give her a quick kiss. “I better put shorts on so you don’t trip over your feet from distraction,” he teased.
“Daddy…”
He chuckled as he took her hand and led her into the bedroom, and she watched as he opened a drawer, pulled out a pair of shorts, and made good on his word.
She pushed out her bottom lip in a pout. “Poop. I’d hoped you were kidding.”
He laughed. “I don’t mind being naked in front of you, Little one. We can spend the next month naked if you want, but tonight I need to help you prepare for your first shift, and that’s going to require some focus on my part.”
When he headed for the bedroom door, she followed. “What about me? Can I have clothes?”
“Nope.” He turned to wink at her. “I like you naked.”
She groaned. “I like you naked, too.”
When he suddenly bent down, lifted her off her feet, and swung her into his arms, she squealed.
He nuzzled her neck with his nose. “Mmm. You smell so good.”
She squirmed to wrap her arms around him and ran her nose along his neck, too. And groaned. Good didn’t begin to describe his scent. It was heavenly, addictive.
When they reached the kitchen, he stood her on her feet next to the fridge.
She watched as he opened it and pulled out a bottle. All the air left her lungs as she noticed that not only were there about a dozen bottles of what she assumed was the formula he’d spoken of, but he’d meant that literally. Bottles. The kind with nipples. Not the screw-top kind that she was used to drinking through a straw.
“Daddy…” she murmured.
He removed the nipple, popped the bottle in the microwave, and turned toward her. “What’s wrong?”
“When you said bottles…”
He smiled and swept her off her feet again. This time, he brought her to his hip so that she was forced to open her legs and wrap them around him. Wetness was leaking out of her. It hadn’t ever stopped this entire day. Her sex pressed against him.