Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45266 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45266 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Molly gasped. “Oh heavens.”
He did it again and again, flicking his tongue over the design before finally releasing her.
She was breathing heavily, and sweat beaded on her forehead. She stared at him in awe.
He smiled. “You’ll submit to me because it feels good, Baby girl. I’ll restrain you often because it will drive you up a wall. When I hold you down, your arousal will consume you. You’ll learn to trust that I would never in a million years hurt you. You’ll crave my dominance because it makes your heart race. When you’re fully ready to take me into your body, you’ll know. You’ll be desperate.”
She nodded. “Yes.”
He kissed her again, lingering, letting his tongue drag along the seam of her lips until she parted for him. Her sweet moan filled his mouth as he teased her tongue with his.
It took every ounce of his self-control to release her lips and pull away. “I’ll make dinner.”
She swallowed hard. “Maybe I’m not so hungry after all.”
He chuckled. “Is my Little girl being funny?”
She bit her lip.
Gavin popped the tray onto her highchair and moved away quickly. He needed a few feet of space between them if they were ever going to eat. He suspected they would not survive many more hours before she begged him to take her. It would behoove them to eat first. She would need a lot of fuel for the coming hours and into tomorrow.
Granted, he would feed her bottles and snacks while her body prepared for her first shift, but filling her tummy first was imperative.
At the advice of his brother and his parents, Gavin had made a stew before he’d ever left the house that morning. It had been simmering on low in the oven all day. As soon as he opened the oven door, the scent filled the room.
“Oh wow, you are a good cook,” she said.
He turned to wink at her. “I can hold my own.”
Gavin filled a large bowl and set it on the table before preparing them both a drink and setting a sippy cup of juice in front of her.
She giggled as she picked it up. “A sippy cup?”
He chuckled.
“Let me guess. It’s another one of your odd customs.”
“Yep.”
“And all the mates of Alpha Protectors have highchairs and sippy cups?”
“They do.”
“Cribs? Changing tables? And don’t think for a minute I haven’t noticed the playpen filled with toys in the living room.”
“Nothing gets by you, does it?” he teased.
She sighed as she took a drink, but she didn’t balk or throw the cup at him. That had been a possibility. She was perplexed but good-natured about everything he was tossing at her.
He sat at the table and angled her chair so she was facing him.
She leaned forward on her elbows. “You’re seriously going to feed me, aren’t you?”
“Yep.” He dipped the spoon into the stew, gathered the perfect bite, and blew on it before offering it to her. “Careful, it’s hot.”
Watching her open her mouth to accept this first bite made his chest tighten. He took a mental picture. It was impossible for her to understand the overprotective nature of an Alpha Protector. It was ingrained in him. The need to care for her in every way was in his blood.
Every Alpha went through this transition period with their mate. It was unavoidable. No newly claimed mate was prepared for the level of dominance she would encounter. Some accepted it easier than others.
Molly was taking things in stride. He suspected she was so relieved to find out she wouldn’t be expected to cook for him that she would accept just about anything.
He needed to prepare himself for the fact that she would eventually balk. Every Little girl did. Be it today or tomorrow or another day in the near future, something would cause her to hesitate and push back. Considering how adorable she was, he was almost looking forward to meeting a disagreeable Molly.
She purred around the bite.
Purred.
His Little wolf shifter had a soft, delicate feline purr that endeared him to her even further.
“That’s so good,” she said, reaching out with one hand. “You know…you could put some in my own bowl and hand me a spoon. I promise not to choke.”
“You know…” he echoed, “I could restrain your wrists to your sides for every meal and make you squirm as you wait for each bite, sassy girl.”
She quickly tucked her hands under the tray, her cheeks turning pink. Her expression sobered, and she lowered her gaze. “Sorry, Sir.”
He frowned as he set the bowl down on the table and fully faced her before lifting her chin. “What are you apologizing for, Little one?” He didn’t like this timid retreat.
She swallowed. “I didn’t mean to be disrespectful.”
“Molly, I didn’t take it that way at all. I teased you. You teased me. I like your sassy side.”