Healing Bite – Love Bites Read Online Jayda Marx

Categories Genre: Fantasy/Sci-fi, M-M Romance, Paranormal, Vampires Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 30747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 154(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
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He lifted his eyebrows, silently asking my permission. It meant a lot that he understood this was a big moment for me. He didn’t think it was silly that I was nervous about something as simple as taking off my shirt. He took his time with me, making me feel like the most special boy on Earth.

I nodded and Daddy slowly pushed the cotton up my torso. He gently worked the fabric over my head, making sure not to bump my glasses, and popped it over my arms, leaving my upper half bare.

Nervousness trickled over me again as his eyes trailed over my body. I had never been more aware of my stomach folding over the waistband of my shorts, or of the creases on my chest. My cheeks burned as I worried that he might change his mind about me; that he might think Fate made a mistake…that he deserved better.

But then his gaze met mine, and I couldn’t deny the heat they held. It made me believe his words when he spoke, “You are beautiful, Andy; absolutely beautiful.”

I blinked hard to keep tears from falling. How could one sentence from one man soothe a lifetime of self-doubt and criticism? Because he wasn’t just a man; he was a Daddy, and he was mine.

His hands slipped down my stomach, gingerly stroking my skin along his path. When he reached the band of my shorts, he paused again until he received another nod from me. He wasn’t making a move without my approval.

Daddy tucked his fingers inside the waistband and shimmied my shorts over my hips, letting them fall to the floor. The heat behind his eyes intensified when his gaze hovered over the front of my briefs. His jaw rippled when he swallowed hard. Desire poured out of him and made my blood race. I’d never been wanted before.

Luckily, his gaze flitted away before my racing blood could pool in my groin and make my briefs extra-tighty whiteys. He picked up my jeans and held them open, and I steadied myself with my hands on his shoulders as I stepped through the leg holes.

Daddy then stretched the neck hole of my sweater, allowing me to pop my head through before he fed my arms through the sleeves. I was fully dressed in an outfit I’d worn countless times before, but something felt off.

Maybe it was because I’d worn the outfit before; I was starting a new chapter of my life, but these clothes felt like the past clinging to my skin. Plus, they weren’t what I imagined wearing when I was with Daddy. I didn’t buy them because I liked them; I bought them out of necessity and because they fit. And because it’s what Dalton expected me to wear.

But they weren’t what I dreamed of wearing. I dreamed of pink clothes and sparkles. I dreamed of being pretty; I wanted to be so pretty for Daddy.

He smiled at me, but it faded as he studied my saddened expression. He didn’t say a word, but somehow it felt like he knew exactly what bothered me; like an entire silent conversation passed between us. I’d never felt so understood with a single look.

He reached out to take my hands and said, “Andy, you look so nice in your outfit, but I know your heart is set on something else.” I nodded my agreement and his smile returned. “After breakfast, I’d like to take you shopping so that you can pick out whatever clothes you like.”

While my heart raced with excitement, my brain filled with worry. “Clothes are expensive.” I struggled to buy even hand-me-downs, so I could only imagine how much new, pretty clothes would cost.

He brushed his thumb over my knuckles and told me, “You don’t need to worry about things like that anymore.” When he saw I wasn’t convinced, he added, “I have more money than I could spend in a hundred lifetimes, and what’s mine is yours. I’ll not only take care of your needs, but your desires as well. You’ll never want for anything, and it’s my right as your Daddy to spoil you rotten.”

“I’m spoiled just by having you as my Daddy,” I insisted, bringing a pearly grin to his lips. “But…a few pretty shirts would be nice.”

Daddy gave a booming laugh that made my belly swoop. “That’s what I like to hear.” He patted the edge of the mattress and when I sat down, he rolled a pair of socks onto my feet (not mentioning the hole in the toe) before slipping my shoes over them and tying my laces tight.

“Ready?” he asked, tapping both of my knees before standing up. I nodded as he pulled me to my feet as well. I’d never been more ready for anything.

Our first stop was a diner close to my apartment. I’d walked by it many times on my way to the grocery store or thrift shop, but I never had the money to eat there.


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