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)
He kissed her briefly. “Alpha Protectors like to feed our Little girls, Rylee,” he explained.
“I’m not a baby,” she argued as she watched him remove the bottle from the microwave and twist the nipple back on.
“No, you most certainly are not. I’m well-aware that you’re a full-grown adult. Twenty years old today. I was at the mating ceremony,” he teased, “And I’ve since had my cock inside you twice. Your age has nothing to do with the ways I will pamper you, Little one.”
She was hesitant as he carried her into the living room and sat in a recliner. “We Alpha Protectors like to coddle our Little girls, Rylee. I know it’s not something you’re used to seeing in the valley, but you’ll learn to let me pamper you because it pleases me.”
The room seemed a bit too warm all of a sudden as he leaned her back in his arms and brought the bottle to her lips. Maybe her temperature was rising.
Daddy stroked her lips with the nipple. “Try it, Little one. I bet you’ll like it.”
She wasn’t sure if he was referring to the formula or the method or both. She didn’t really have a choice but to give him the benefit of the doubt. For one thing, she was both hungry and thirsty. For another thing, she didn’t want to defy her mate. Her Daddy. The endearment had a lot more meaning now than it had earlier. He meant to Daddy her in every sense of the word.
Opening her mouth, she let the nipple slide in. It took a few moments to get her lips situated just right, and then she took a tentative sip. She’d been nervous about this ever since he’d first mentioned the formula with such confidence, and she was beyond relieved when the first suck didn’t gag her.
She swallowed and tried again, closing her eyes this time. Another sip, and she settled. It was good. Really good. Better than the protein shakes her mother made, in fact.
Suddenly starving, Rylee suckled heartily. The hole in the nipple was large enough that she didn’t have to draw too hard on it but small enough to keep her from sucking too fast and choking.
Daddy stroked her cheek. “See? It’s good, isn’t it?”
She hummed, not looking at him. A lot of things were going through her mind. One was that his scent was still driving her arousal through the roof. He didn’t seem concerned, but he had asked her a few questions about it.
She was beyond relieved to think that he wouldn’t force her to eat foods she didn’t like. She’d spent most her life learning to cook so she could be the perfect mate, and she could do so without gagging over the smell of foods by now, but it wasn’t her favorite thing to do.
Her parents had worried that her mate wouldn’t be as accommodating to her weird eating habits as they had always been. They’d hoped she would have eventually grown out of her odd aversion to most foods, but it hadn’t happened, and she’d come here prepared to choke down whatever her mate required of her.
The bottle feeding unnerved her, but it was overshadowed by her unbelievable relief that the content was delicious and the man holding her seemed pleased to do so.
By the time the bottle was empty, she was definitely feeling too warm and restless.
Daddy set the empty bottle on the end table and rose, cradling her in his arms. “I’m going to take your temperature again, Little one.” He headed toward the bedroom.
She cried out and shot upward in his arms. “No, Daddy…” She reached out to grab the doorframe, trying to stop him from entering the room.
He hesitated, glancing at her and frowning. “What’s wrong? I told you I would have to do this several times. You were such a good girl the first time.”
She shook her head. “It’s not that. It’s… Can you do it out here?”
He frowned. “Why?”
She glanced at the bedroom, feeling like something was terribly wrong with her. It was becoming more and more obvious that he wasn’t experiencing the same thing she was.
Hayes backed away from the room, though. In fact, he turned around and carried her toward the back of the kitchen. When he opened the back door and stepped out onto the deck, she inhaled deeply several times.
“Is that better, Little one?” he asked, stroking her back.
“Yes…” She glanced at him.
“My scent is too strong in the bedroom, isn’t it?”
She blew out a long breath. He understood. Thank heavens. “Yes, Daddy.” She slumped against him, wrapping her body around his. Even though his scent was all around her, and she was obviously breathing him in constantly, nothing was as potent as his semen all over the sheets in the bedroom.
Now that they were outside, his pheromones were not as powerful. But then she gasped and curled into him, covering her nose. A new thought took hold. Why had he brought her out here naked? Someone was going to see her.