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)
“Oh.” He was so kind. It endeared her to him more by the minute.
“Don’t confuse the fact that I haven’t tossed you onto my bed with some sort of reluctance to do so, Little one. I’m anxious to fully claim you in every way. But I’m not an asshole. I want you to crave that connection with every ounce of your being before we take that step. It doesn’t concern me at all. Neither of us will be able to hold out for long. The more time we spend together, the longer we breathe the same air, touch each other, look at each other, scent each other… No one can ignore that pull for very long.”
She nodded. “I feel that,” she admitted. “Thank you for explaining.” She shivered.
“Are you chilly?”
“I don’t know. Maybe?”
“Let’s go back inside. We can eat dinner and get to know each other better.”
She smiled. “I’d like that.” Nothing about this day was as she’d expected, but everything about it was better than she could have anticipated.
Chapter Four
Molly was such a delight.
Gavin couldn’t take his eyes off her for more than a few seconds at a time. After carrying her inside, he settled her in the highchair where he intended to feed her as often as reasonably possible.
She giggled and rolled her eyes as he fastened a strap around her middle. “I’m not sure I understand this custom. You don’t seriously think I might fall off of a chair, do you?”
He chuckled, trying to decide if he should give her a taste of what submission felt like. Now seemed like as good a time as any.
Dominance among males in the valley was the norm. Females submitted to their mates in most households. It was a natural tendency among wolf shifters. However, nothing she’d witnessed could have prepared her for the level of submission he would expect from her.
It wasn’t simply a matter of convincing her to adhere to some odd antiquated societal norms. Not even close. It was Fated and would fall into place with no effort.
But Molly couldn’t grasp it yet. He cupped her chin, tipping her head back so she was looking him in the eyes. Damn she was perfect. Yeah, he was going to give her a taste of what deeper submission felt like.
He released her chin, lifted one of her delicate hands, and kissed her fingertips.
She trembled, eyes wide with wonder as he lowered her hand to her side and fastened her wrist securely next to her hip. The hitch in her breath made his cock jump. Her pulse was instantly rapid.
He secured her other hand the same way before pulling a chair closer and sitting, putting them eye-to-eye. Gavin set his hands on her thighs, wishing she wasn’t wearing several layers of ceremonial clothing.
After a few moments, he smoothed his palms over her hands and up her arms until he was cupping her face.
Molly was panting. Her cheeks were bright red. He could smell her arousal. It probably confused her to death. There was very little chance she’d ever experienced arousal like she was right now.
Perhaps in the past few years she’d thought of what it would be like to be with her mate. It was possible she’d touched herself to thoughts of him. But nothing she could have conjured in her mind would have compared to what she was experiencing at this moment. And this was just the beginning. The tip of the iceberg.
Gavin stroked his thumbs along her bottom lip, watching her expression as her eyes slowly hooded with lust. Her cheeks were flaming hot. Her pulse was visible in her neck. And her scent…
Her scent filled the house, making his cock harder than ever. He knew he would find her pussy wet if he reached under the layers of her skirt and shifts, but now wasn’t the time for that. His goal was to demonstrate how submissive she felt. Describing it would do no good.
“Gavin…” The one word was breathy and filled with need. She arched her chest forward, straining against the straps around her wrists.
He leaned forward and gently kissed her lips, teasing her. He did so again, lingering until she whimpered.
“Daddy,” he whispered against her mouth.
“Daddy…” she repeated. Nothing had ever sounded sweeter.
He wouldn’t pressure her, but he didn’t feel apologetic about teasing her just enough to make her understand. So he kissed her again before trailing a finger down her chin, along the center of her neck, and lower between her breasts.
She moaned, arching for him. Her eyes rolled back. She gripped her thighs together. “Daddy…”
He kissed her again before reluctantly releasing her wrists. When her hands were free, he brought her right hand up to his mouth, kissed her palm, and then pushed her sleeve down just far enough that he could press his lips against the edge of her mark.