Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45093 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45093 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Also shocking is how comfortable I am snuggled between Daddy’s legs. It seems so awkward and unnatural, and yet, it’s perfect. I’m warm and cozy with his enormous thighs flanking me, and every inhale draws in his deep masculine essence. I kind of wish he weren’t wearing his boxers so my face could be nestled directly against his cock.
Daddy keeps petting me. That’s essentially what he’s doing, his palm stroking down my head and off the end of my braid over and over. He surprises me when he speaks again. “After I’ve claimed you with my cock, I won’t wear my boxers to bed anymore, Little love. You’ll be able to press your nose and cheek directly against my skin.”
I whimper as I do just that again, frustrated by the cotton impediment.
He chuckles softly. “My Little mate is anxious to be more intimate with my cock.”
My face flushes at his suggestion, mostly because he’s right. I’ve never even been this close to a man’s penis, and I’m drawn to want more. It’s especially odd that I crave having him against my cheek and nose. I’m pretty certain humans do not lie around in this position, let alone sleep between their man’s legs. Does he expect me to sleep like this every night?
“I can practically hear your questions, Little love. Yes, this is how you will always sleep. It’s our custom. It’s called nesting. My body will keep you warm. My cock will comfort you. Inhaling my scent during the night will help you rest, knowing you’re safe. You might even start suckling me in the night.”
My breath hitches behind the pacifier, and I suck harder on the nipple at the suggestion. I’ve never considered giving a man a blow job. It always seemed kind of icky. Why would women do that? But I find myself wanting to taste him.
A second later, I realize I’ve already tasted him. I wasn’t conscious at the time, but I’m certain I’ve had his flavor in my mouth before. I push myself up a few inches and remove the pacifier. “Did I suck you last night?”
Navin sets his hand on the top of my head. “No, Little love. Your mouth has not been on my cock, but I gathered the come from the tip and let you suckle it from my fingers to help you settle. It’s normal for you to crave my essence. It began the moment I claimed you with my fangs. When you nest between my legs at night, you’ll be soothed by the scent of my seed.”
I stare at him in the dim light. He has so many customs I’m not familiar with. I shouldn’t be shocked. He’s a lion shifter. Suddenly I have a million questions about that side of him. “Daddy…”
“We’ll talk more tomorrow, Little love.” He strokes my head. “You need to sleep. Settle down and let your mind rest.”
I pop the pacifier back in my mouth because I find myself craving it as if it’s something I’ve done every night of my life. I’m not even sure if I took a pacifier or not when I was a baby. Even the diaper is oddly comforting. I won’t have to get out of my…nest in the night if I need to pee.
Nest. Daddy called this nesting. It seems appropriate. His thighs create a little hole for me to burrow into. Not questioning him further, I curl up in my nest, pull the covers around my shoulders, rest my cheek on his inner thigh, and nuzzle against his erection.
Perfectly natural behavior.
Chapter Twelve
Navin
Fuck, she’s precious. I’ve known for years that I’ve been restless, and the reason for my unrest— I’d instinctively felt the absence of a mate. But nothing could have prepared me for how deeply I feel for the tiny female between my legs.
My method of acquiring her was unconventional. Lion shifters do not ordinarily take a mate against her will or without her permission. It can lead to mistrust and tension later on down the line. But this case was different. Brea was unconscious and dying. There wasn’t time to get her permission. Luckily I don’t think she’s angry with me for making this choice.
Perhaps she was always meant to be mine. I don’t know how heavy a hand Fate has in helping us find a mate, but it’s possible Brea was always meant to be injured and rescued by my brothers, brought to me for claiming.
At the time, it seemed rather random that Orion and Pryce decided that I should be the one to save her life by claiming her. But was it? I certainly had instantaneous feelings for the Little human from the moment I set eyes on her and inhaled her scent. I suspect neither of my brothers were feeling that same pull to bite her.