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)
Doing my best to show him how I thought it would feel, I gripped the base of the plug and slowly moved it in and out of him.
“Should I take you? Claim your body as mine?”
His moan was obvious agreement. However, it seemed like it would take time for his words to follow.
“Should I slowly make love to you or take you hard and fast, my mate?”
Hard and fast seemed to be called fucking, but the images in his head were too mixed up for me to guess at other options for the names.
English had extra names for everything.
Chapter 17
Wren
Yes.
That.
Yes.
All.
Mine.
Yes.
I was chasing words around in circles and it had Daddy chuckling in my head, so he must’ve heard them too.
“Silly boy. Hmm. Maybe you don’t want me inside you? Did I misunderstand?”
Daddy liked fucking with me.
“And I will like fucking you, my mate.”
I giggled as he thought about how weird English was again.
“That, Daddy. Yes. Inside me.”
Anything we did would be perfect but I couldn’t help the way my brain filled in scenes that were a bit rougher than he might’ve been picturing.
I shouldn’t have worried because Daddy laughed in my head.
“My naughty mate. So many ideas.”
Because my Daddy was sexy.
And sweet.
And funny.
And strong.
“Oh.”
He chuckled as he rolled me over in his arms and stood up, rubbing his arm over my bottom and jostling the plug wonderfully.
“You’re cheating. Magic cheating.”
Even having dragon strength wouldn’t let him do that and his wicked chuckle said I was right. “Daddies cannot cheat. I remember that lesson in the diner.”
Those men were too helpful sometimes.
Daddy had a wicked twinkle in his eyes as he stretched me out on the bed, lifting my arms toward the headboard as he pretended to study me. “My next decision is a difficult one as well. Do I restrain my mate or do I let him wiggle?”
Oh.
“Wiggle, Daddy.”
Yes.
Wiggling meant I could wrap myself around him and pull him tighter and touch him.
Hmm.
Showing him what I wanted always seemed to get better results, so I kept my hands high on the bed where he placed them but I let my imagination fly. All it took was picturing writhing under him with my hands stroking his chest to know I’d won.
Daddy moaned.
“You are the cheat, my feisty mate.” Leaning over me, Daddy pressed a kiss to the other side of the ball gag and I could see passion flaring in his eyes. “This has helped you behave, my mate, but it has also forced you to use our bond and to let me see completely into you.”
I had a feeling that was going to be at least part of Daddy’s favorite part about our night together. Wanting to give him everything, I closed my eyes and did my best to remember every emotion he’d flooded me with and how sexy he’d looked when he had me over his lap.
It got another moan from Daddy, but it was softer that time and I could feel Daddy’s emotions flooding through me. “Yes, my mate. I love you too.”
“Sneaky Daddy, reading my mind.”
Delight and warmth like his smile whirled through the bond. “Tonight, and every night we are given by the ancestors, I will do my best to show you how I feel. You are the most important person who will ever walk this ground or any other. You are my mate and the man I will go into the future with.”
Kissing my nose and then my forehead, Daddy filled me with how much he loved me and how excited he was to get to know me and to feel our bond grow. It was like nothing I’d ever felt before and it was like the best kind of subspace because it was all from my mate.
It was probably that wonderfully floaty love that distracted me enough that I wasn’t sure why he straightened and stood beside the bed.
Duh.
My brain turned back on when he slowly started unbuttoning his shirt.
Daddy was getting naked for me.
Yay.
There was always a sweet kind of look to him until something switched and his inner Dom flared to life…and we’d definitely hit that moment because he was smoking he was so hot as his serious expression got an edge to it and his clothes came off.
Best striptease ever.
I was a good boy and kept my hands up and my wiggles mostly in check, though.
I was ready for my mate in every way possible and I wasn’t going to risk anything that would make him decide to fuck with me instead of fucking me.
The tiny smirk that barely ghosted his face before it was gone said he’d already thought about that.
“I’m your good boy, Daddy.”
Pushing my desire and thoughts about how sexy he was through the bond, I loved the way his body shivered and the heat flared brighter in his eyes.