Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
Damon was almost as wobbly as his Little mate by the time he roared out his release. He continued to hold her up, both gasping for breath for long minutes. He couldn’t stand the idea of sliding out of her or leaving her even for a minute.
He needed to clean her up, though. Maybe a bath would be better this time. He could get in with her, hold her, wash her, keep her body against his.
She was shaking violently, and he doubted she was aware of the moaning sounds that wouldn’t stop. She was also hot. Too hot. Was she already close to her first shift?
He’d expected it to take several more hours before she reached that frenzied peak, but maybe the fact that he’d just fucked her senseless over and over without pause was pushing her shift up in the timeline.
She winced when he pulled out of her, though he didn’t think it was from pain or discomfort. He suspected she mourned the loss of the intimacy. He felt the same, but they needed to take care of a few things.
After carefully lowering her onto her tummy over the pillows again, he grabbed the thermometer, squeezed a generous amount of lube onto it, and parted her adorable cheeks.
She stiffened and reached back to push his hand away. She seemed to think she might somehow be able to stop him from doing something. It was cute.
Ignoring her silent protest, he eased the thick rod up into her bottom. He didn’t bother to take his time letting her adjust this time. Instead, he pushed it in as deep as it would go and held it.
Olivia was panting. Her head was tilted to one side, but her face was covered with her hair. He used his free hand to brush the curls away from her cheek and forehead.
“Too hot,” she murmured.
“I know, Baby girl. I’m going to run you a bath in a minute. Stay still for me.”
Her whimpering was so fucking adorable that his cock stayed hard. He rubbed her back and ran his fingers through her hair as he waited for the thermometer to get the best reading.
“My skin itches,” she whispered.
That was definitely one of the early signs that her shift was approaching. “I know, Little rebel. The water will help.” Her skin was flawless and so soft. Her hair was a gorgeous mess of brown curls. It would look so cute when he put it up in pigtails.
Finally, he removed the thermometer and checked her temperature. She was indeed getting closer. After cleaning up the device and putting it back on the nightstand, he carefully rolled her to her back and lifted her into his arms.
She winced.
“What hurts, Baby girl?”
“Everything. My skin.”
That was the impending shift.
He kissed her forehead. “The water will help,” he reminded her. Not wanting to part from her for even a moment, he carried her to the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of juice from the fridge, and headed for the master bathroom.
Olivia was uncomfortable, and he hated seeing her brow furrowed. He set the bottle on the vanity and quickly turned on the water to let the tub fill, adjusting the temperature to a cooler level than would ordinarily be comfortable.
As soon as the water level was high enough, he stepped into the tub and carefully lowered to his ass, arranging her to sit between his legs so she was leaning against his chest.
She wasn’t fully cognizant of anything. She seemed surprised when the water touched her and slightly frightened.
Damon wrapped his arm around her beneath her breasts. “You’re okay, Baby girl. Daddy’s got you.” He grabbed a cup and splashed water around her shoulders, letting it run down her breasts. That seemed to calm her a bit.
Her eyes were closed, and he realized he would never know if she was at rest when she did that or simply didn’t want to bother holding them open for no reason.
He reached for the soap and a washcloth, poured some onto the wetted cloth, and started with her hands. He loved the little sigh she made as he moved up her arms and continued down her chest and legs, ending with her sensitive folds.
He didn’t linger when she winced. This time, he knew she was too sensitive.
“Feels so good,” she whispered, her head lolling back on his shoulder.
“I’m glad, Baby girl. I know you’re hot.”
“Will I shift soon?”
“Yes. I’ll check your temperature again when we get out of the tub. The water should feel good, but it won’t lower your temperature. Relax for a while first.” He grabbed the bottle of juice and stroked her lips with it. “It’s juice, Little one. You need to drink.”
She opened her mouth and accepted the nipple.
Relief flooded him that she wasn’t fighting him about the bottle or her nudity. She was getting comfortable and beginning to understand what her new life entailed.
When she stopped drinking and pushed the bottle away, he cupped her chin and chastised her. “All of it, Baby girl. You need the fluids.”
She shook her head and pursed her lips.
He chuckled at her rebellious side, knowing she was testing him. “Daddy will never back down. When I tell you to do something, it will always be for a reason, and I expect you to obey me. I know you’re overheated and itching to shift, but I won’t hesitate to spank your bottom if that’s what you need right now. Do you want Daddy to spank you?”
She shook her head, lips still pursed.
He tapped the nipple against her mouth again. “Drink the rest.”
She finally relented. “Meanie.”
He chuckled again, shaking both of them as his Little rebel resumed suckling. She was so fucking precious. There was nothing in the world that compared to holding her naked body while she submitted to him.
She’d definitely been testing him because she sucked down the rest as though she’d never had a drink before.
He pushed a wet curl away from her cheek. “Good girl.”
When it was empty, he set it aside and drizzled water over her shoulders again. Her hair was dangling in the water, plastered to his chest and her back and shoulders, but they would deal with it later. All that mattered now was getting her through her first shift.
“Ready to get out, Baby girl?”
She nodded.
He rose to his feet, taking her with him. Keeping both hands on her, he stepped out before lifting her over the side and standing her on her feet on the bathmat.
He was concerned about her equilibrium. It wasn’t unusual for newly mated females to be off-kilter right before their first shift, but the addition of her inability to see was exacerbating the problem.
Wrapping his fingers around her shoulder to steady her, he used his other hand to reach for a towel to dry her off, including patting her long hair until it was no longer dripping. Her skin was warm to the touch and flushed. Her shift was close.
He made quick work of patting himself mostly dry too before swinging her up into his arms again and carrying her back to the bed. Easing her onto her side, he said, “Pull your top leg up for me, Baby girl.”
She shook her head defiantly. “Don’t want my temperature taken again.”
He set a hand firmly on her hip and kissed her temple. “Who makes that decision, Little rebel?”
She frowned. “Me.”
He chuckled. “Try again.”
“Why do you need to know my temperature? I’m hot. We know that.”
“You’re right. We do know that. Want to hear something else we know?”
She shook her head. “No.”
“Too bad. I’m going to tell you anyway. Daddy is going to penetrate your bottom very often with the thermometer, my fingers, and even plugs and vibrators. I’m going to do so more often than necessary until you stop fighting me, let your body accept the submission, and admit it feels good.”
She gasped. “It doesn’t feel good. It feels gross.”
He rolled her slightly forward and gave her bottom three hard swats.
She stiffened before writhing to get away from his palm. “Daddy!”
He pushed her top leg forward until it was bent and her knee was nearly touching her chest, exposing her pussy completely. She was panting as he palmed her wet folds. “Do you need Daddy to spank your swollen pussy to get your attention?”
She shook her head vehemently. “No, Daddy.”
“Are you sure? I can feel your labia swelling and pulsing against my palm. You crave the sting. Your body wants to submit to me. Your mind is taking its sweet time.” He dragged a finger through her folds, proving how wet she was before he gave her a light swat.
Her breath hitched. “Daddy…”
“Are you ready to cooperate, Little rebel?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.
“Good girl.” He kissed her temple again before releasing her to prepare the thermometer.
She didn’t move an inch. The Little girl was learning. He knew by her scent and the way she was breathing heavily that she wanted him to dominate her. She craved it. She was hot, but not just from the impending shift. She was burning up because she wanted the rod in her bottom, and she secretly enjoyed the way he swatted her pussy. This was the way of new mates.
The thing about wolf shifters, especially females, was that they had no ability to hide their reactions and desires. Her pheromones filled the entire house, making it clear that she needed his dominance far more than she was willing to admit out loud.
He was okay with that. He loved how feisty she could be. His cock got harder every time she argued with him. He hoped she always felt comfortable enough to spar with him in a way that would land her over his lap.
Damon pushed the thermometer into her tight little bottom and twisted it around, reminding her that it felt good against all the nerves inside her naughty hole.
She whimpered, but she didn’t fight him, and when it was over, she rolled onto her back and pouted. “Meanie.”
He smiled. Apparently he had a nickname that was sticking. He was okay with that as long as she was okay with having her bottom spanked.