Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
She swallowed hard, staring at him. Trembling all over. So fucking sexy.
He smiled. “I admit I didn’t know it would be that strong either. People told me, but it’s something you have to experience yourself.”
“Oh.”
He reached under the water and cupped her breast, loving the way she flinched. “I own your pleasure, Bella.” His voice was deep. It sounded odd even to his own ears. “You won’t touch yourself without permission, understood?”
She gave a slow nod. “Yes, Sir.”
It was appropriate for her to call him Sir at this moment. He liked it. “Spread your legs, Little mate. Let me finish washing you.”
Water splashed around because she was shaking so badly. He liked that too. He liked that he affected her so strongly.
He started with her feet, ran the loofah up her legs. and reached between them to stroke over her pussy.
She moaned and slammed her knees together against his arm.
“Open, Bella. Be a good girl.”
She panted adorably as he let the loofah float away and used his fingers to stroke through her folds before he reached farther back to slide along her small crack and the puckered hole.
She clenched, holding her breath. “Please, Daddy. Not there.”
“Everywhere, Little mate. No part of you will be off limits to Daddy. I will know your body intimately inside and out. Including here.” He tapped her rosebud. He considered pushing his finger inside now to give her a taste, but decided against it. She could hold on to that tiny piece of modesty for a while longer.
She didn’t move as he released the water from the tub, and she was shivering as he lifted her out and stood her on the mat. He used an especially soft towel to dry her. He’d purchased the towels specifically for his new mate’s delicate skin. They weren’t large enough to wrap around her because that would never be necessary.
Her skin was pink from the warm water, and she fisted her small hands at her sides, undoubtedly trying not to cover herself.
She was so damn beautiful. Every inch of her. Her small breasts were pert and high, the rosy pink tips hard, begging for attention.
He could smell her arousal. He always would be able to, even when she was covered. As lupines, neither of them would be able to mask their scent. It would call both of them, nature’s way of forcing procreation.
Arion had no interest in impregnating his Little mate yet though. He would know when she was fertile and take precautions. For now. Though a part of him couldn’t wait to see her round with his child, he just got her. He wasn’t ready to share her.
“Sit on the lounge, Bella. I’ll brush out your hair.” He didn’t wait for her to comply. He lifted her and settled her sideways on the chaise.
She squirmed and gripped the edge of the soft leather with her hands. “Can I have a shift?”
“No, Little one. I want you to be comfortable exposing yourself to me. Sit up tall for me.” He released the clip he’d used to pull her hair up and let the gorgeous tresses fall down her back in long waves.
He was well aware he’d set her down in front of a floor to ceiling mirror, forcing her to see herself while he brushed out her hair.
“I’ll be gentle, Bella. Tell me if I pull too hard.”
She was so precious sitting in front of him, nervous and brave at the same time. She closed her eyes and tipped her head back as he began. “My mother used to comb it for me,” she commented. “It’s been a long time.”
“Does it feel good, Little one?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good. I’ll brush it out as often as possible.”
He took his time. Her hair was so soft. He’d waited so long to touch it. He didn’t want their time together tonight to end. He knew she was tired though. He needed to let her sleep. She was starting to sway a bit, either from exhaustion or because she was relaxing.
Finally, he set the brush on the counter and gently lifted her, cradling her in his arms. He carried her to the nursery and sat her on the changing table before reaching to one of the shelves beneath to grab a nightie.
She smiled when he held it up. “That’s pretty.”
He gathered the sides. “Arms up, Little one.”
She lifted her arms for him and let him lower the soft pink nightgown over her head. It fit her perfectly. He felt confident every article of clothing he had for her would fit.
The material was see-through. So feminine with dainty little flowers sewn into the neckline, the edges of the short poofy sleeves, and the hem that would land just barely below her bottom.
She stared down at herself, smiling as she stroked over the hem. “I’ve never seen anything this pretty before,” she whispered.