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)
Four: I’m obviously dead. After all, I never expected to wake up again. So this Adonis must be some angel sent to welcome me into heaven. Why on Earth must I be diapered in heaven? Why would I need to pee at all after I died? That doesn’t seem necessary.
Five: Even though a part of me is in a total panic, another sensation is at war with the first. There’s a strange sense of calm and peace in this room. I know I should be afraid of this stranger, but oddly I’m not. He’s not going to hurt me.
Six: I’m aroused. Like I’ve never experienced in my life. My entire body is tingling with desire. My strange diaper may be wet from me peeing myself more than once, but my arousal is also leaking out of me. My pussy tingles. I’m on the verge of an orgasm.
“Welcome back,” the man says in a soft voice. His huge hand comes to my face, and he strokes my cheek with his knuckles.
I find myself leaning into his touch, craving it. “Am I dead?”
He smiles, his eyes lighting up, the corners wrinkling. “No, Little love. You’re very much alive.”
“But… How?” I know for a fact I was dying. I felt the life ebbing out of me. Mitchel cut my femoral artery and left me to bleed to death in the middle of the forest.
“Two of my pride found you bleeding in the woods and brought you to me.” His hand slides around to the back of my neck, and he gently holds me.
I shudder and glance down, reminded that my chest is bare. My face heats as I grab at the soft blanket that was apparently covering me and tug it around to pull it up in front of me.
Embarrassed, I stare down, but that doesn’t help. My line of sight is now on the front of this man’s boxers, which are not hiding his enormous erection.
“Take a breath, Little love. You’re safe.”
I jerk my gaze back up to his. I’m trembling, and my leg is throbbing. It ought to be. I’m surprised it’s still attached to me. It felt like Mitchel cut my leg off when he sliced me. I fainted.
The man releases my neck, sits more upright, and reaches for me. “Come, Little love. You’re trembling. Let me hold you. I’ll explain.”
I find myself oddly drawn to him. I don’t know a thing about him. I should scramble off this giant bed and run from the room. But I don’t seem to have the energy to do any such thing, and I doubt I could stand on my leg if I tried.
The man tucks his hands under my arms and gently lifts me, pulling me up and turning me so that I sit sideways on his lap.
I keep a firm grip on the blanket, but I’m not sure why. He’s obviously seen me naked already. Now that I’m sitting, my legs outstretched, I look closer at the white gauze wrapped around my thigh.
The man sets one of his enormous hands on my opposite thigh. He’s so large that his fingers nearly encompass my thigh entirely.
Suddenly, it dawns on me, and I jerk my gaze up to his. “Are you a shifter?”
“Yes, Little love. A lion.”
“I heard there was a pride of lion shifters living in the mountains.” I’m making small talk with a lion shifter. This is madness. He could eat me for breakfast. Then again, whatever he intends to do to me can’t be worse than what Mitchel did.
His smile pulls me into him as if it has magnetic properties. “There are twelve of us. We run a logging company. I’m the designated leader of our pride. My name is Navin.”
“Navin…” I try it out.
“What is your name, Little love?”
“Brea.”
“Brea. That’s so pretty.”
“Are you going to eat me?” I blurt out without filtering my thoughts.
His brow furrows, and then he chuckles. “Eat you? Little love, I’m definitely going to eat your sweet pussy millions of times, if that’s what you’re asking. But I suspect that isn’t what you meant. I’m certainly not going to actually consume your flesh. No. You’re my mate. I’ll never harm a hair on your body.”
My eyes widen. I can’t breathe. Did he say he was going to eat my pussy? I can’t move. I’m so shocked that my head might explode.
He laughs again. “Breathe, Little love.” He rubs my back with one of his giant palms.
“Wait. Did you say I’m your mate?”
“Yes, Brea. The only way to save your life was to claim you. I don’t say that as if you’re some sort of obligation or a charity case. The moment I saw you, I knew I wanted to make you mine. I’m sorry that you weren’t conscious and able to consent to my decision, but it’s done now. You’re mine.”