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)
At least she wasn’t crazy. Something about this wasn’t quite right.
“Yeah… Okay… Uh huh… Thanks.”
“Daddy,” she whispered. “What’s wrong with me?” She wrapped her arms around his neck.
“Nothing, Little one. Every transition is different. I think yours is just happening faster than usual. I’m going to take your temperature again. Can you be brave for me?”
She nodded. She didn’t like having him push that dumb thermometer in her bottom, but she would endure it if he thought it was necessary.
This time when he lowered her onto her side, she didn’t fight him. She accepted the pillow he tucked in front of her, hugged it close and pressed her ear against it. When she covered her other ear with her hand, some of the ringing stopped.
She pouted, but she didn’t argue as her Daddy opened her diaper, parted her cheeks, and eased the rod into her bottom again.
Daddy soothed her with gentle touches and soft words she couldn’t fully hear. Finally he was done, and she was back in his arms.
“I think you will shift soon, Molly. You’ll be so much more comfortable after your first shift. The fever is making you delirious.”
She snuggled into him, breathing easier when he wrapped a soft blanket around her. He even pressed it against her ear and kissed her forehead. A moment later, something tapped her lips, and she opened them, thinking he was going to feed her more. The expected nipple popped into her mouth, but when she sucked, nothing came out.
Daddy rolled her against his chest so that their bare skin was flush against each other. Everything he did calmed her further, and she was grateful for his insight. Maybe all matings were like this, and he knew exactly what to do. But she suspected something about hers was different. She knew it was because he’d called his brother in confusion.
She dozed off for a while, waking up only when he took her temperature again. She whimpered, hating the fact that he’d lowered her to the bed once more. And she nearly panicked when she realized she’d wet her diaper.
Daddy brought his lips near her ear and lifted the blanket just enough to speak to her. “I’ve got you, Baby girl. Forever and always. Lean on me.”
She squeezed her eyes tighter. She hated opening them. She couldn’t block out the ringing, but she could keep her eyes closed so she didn’t have to see anything.
Daddy was quick to get her temperature, put a new diaper on her, and bundle her back up in his arms. He brought his mouth to her ear again. “You’re burning up, Little one. Do you still want the blanket?”
She nodded, not willing to release the pacifier. She didn’t care that she was hot. She only cared that she was cocooned.
More pacing. More resting. Something was happening to her. She assumed her body was preparing to shift. That was expected. But why was she so…off?
The next time he lowered her to the bed to take her temperature, something was different. She was hotter than ever, but she also found herself aroused.
Maybe he accidentally brushed her skin with his mark. Her breath hitched, and she pushed the nipple out of her mouth, yanked the blanket away from her body, and reached back for his hand—the one holding her cheeks apart. “Daddy…” she moaned.
“Molly?”
Overwhelming desire consumed her. “Need you…” She trembled as he held the rod inside her. She wanted him to be done with that. She found herself gripping it with her bottom. An embarrassing desire to have him touch her there made her cheeks heat.
She groaned into the mattress and pushed her bottom out toward him, mortified but unable to stop herself.
When Daddy twisted the thermometer and pushed it deeper, she whimpered.
She was on her side, leaning forward, reaching back for his wrist. When her fingers touched his mark, she held tight, gripping him with strength she didn’t know she possessed.
“Okay, Baby girl. Just a minute.”
She bucked against him, impatient and silently begging for him to touch her in her forbidden hole. The strange drive consumed her and wouldn’t let go. He surely thought she’d gone mad.
As soon as he finally removed the thermometer, she started crying for no reason. An odd desperation drove her to twist around and grab at him. He was wearing loose pants, but he shrugged out of them. At least he wasn’t going to deny her. Thank the heavens.
Gavin climbed onto the bed, sat against the headboard, and lifted her, turning her until she straddled him. “Look at me, Molly,” he demanded.
She met his gaze, seeing him for the first time in a while. Not waiting for him to say anything else, she lined herself up with his erection and thrust her body down over it.
He groaned so loud it shook the entire house. His hands came to her hips, steadying her as his jaw dropped open. “Heavens, Little one.” He panted, his breaths once again matching hers.