Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
I had not understood why mates did what was called public displays of affection, but it was helpful to match my mate’s expectations with appropriate actions.
Pleasure was radiating from him when I finally pulled away, still keeping my hold on his body since that was giving him great desire. “My fun will start with exploring my mate.”
I was the predator.
Predators must take charge.
Prey must submit.
“Can you be still for me, my mate?” His skin was tempting, so I gave in to the urge to press kisses along his barely rough jaw. “Can you be my good boy?”
Ha.
I used the phrase correctly.
My mate’s body reacted again and he sucked in a breath like prey caught in the predator’s stare. “I…I can be good, Daddy.”
The way his muscles twitched would have worried me except for the pleasure and desire that was filling our growing bond. For a people who claimed to have slow or nonexistent bonding, ours was already strong and I could feel his presence in me.
So I gave him the teasing I thought he craved, pulsing my desire to touch him and explore his body through the bond.
This is when it was appropriate to say bingo.
“Daddy…” My mate moaned out my new title, whimpering softly as his body rippled for me and his hips thrust forward. “That’s…you’re…”
“I’m in you already, my mate.” His instincts were pushing him to have me inside him, but the only way it could envision that was through physical mating. Our bond would be much more than that, however. “Feel my desire.”
The dominant partner did not ask unless consent was important. He was to feel and submit to gain pleasure.
Knowing the logic of the exchange did not help to surprises worries but seeing and feeling his reactions did.
His eyes closed and his head fell back as I pulsed the emotions through the bond as if I were plucking the strings on an instrument for music. But even without having the right word, I could give him pleasure and control the desire I was sharing with him. “Daddy…”
More moans indicated approval and I could feel what I thought was his submission mixed with his desire. It was stronger than anything I’d ever felt and I couldn’t imagine anyone formidable enough to be both predator and prey.
My mate was incredible.
And very needy.
Hips rocked as his sounds grew more desperate, but waiting would only increase the pleasure. “No, my mate.”
The firm tone drew an even stronger reaction from him but the denial seemed to increase his pleasure as well. It took several long moments for his body to settle and his eyes to open. Worries were not necessary when he took on the expression of a pout.
I had seen those at the diner as well.
The owner threatened soup if pouts were given in her establishment, but I did not think that was a reasonable reaction under our circumstances.
“But, Daddy…” Widening his eyes to look more like innocent prey, he did his best to lure me in as he leaned against me and rubbed himself like he was trying to cover himself in my scent.
Smart prey was sneaky.
Yes, the diner men were making much more sense now.
“You…that was amazing, Daddy.” His attempt at using cuteness to get his way was admirable, but even I could understand that I was not to give in.
That would end the game too quickly.
“It will become even more amazing after I have discovered all the wonderful parts of your body, my Wren.” Tightening my grip on the back of his neck again, I leaned close once more and kissed along his jaw. Dropping my voice low, I let him hear the predator in me. “You have been teasing and rubbing your beautiful body against me since we first met.”
Yes, vague hints of a threat.
The or else of mating.
Ha.
Field research was not as difficult as I was told it would be.
I was just not using it in the way in which anyone could have predicted.
“You…” Whining softly, my mate attempted to manipulate me by rubbing against me and working his body to imitate the penetrative sex he craved. “You’re my mate. I can’t help it.”
I shrugged, having seen this scene play out just outside of the police building. “Then I will help correct your behavior, my naughty boy.”
Yes, pleasure radiated from him through the bond and in the sounds he made. “Daddy…I can’t…what if…”
Making a sound that I would give a misbehaving child, I shook my head. “Then we will have to discuss punishments. My mate can be a good boy. I know that.”
More kisses were in order as he practiced taking deep breaths. When his sounds and body were under control, he relaxed into me without the visible begging. “Yes, Daddy. I’ll be a good boy.”
“Thank you.” Pressing my lips right under his ear, I made a soft, pleased sound. “But what do good boys get?”