Chapter 2 #2
When he broke the kiss, he grabbed her hips. “Turn around, Little one. On your knees so I can unfasten these buttons.”
She scrambled to face away from him, her breathing heavy as she pulled her long curls over one shoulder.
Isaac cupped her shoulders and kissed her neck, loving the way she trembled as goosebumps rose on her skin. “The bond between us is intense, isn’t it, Little mate?”
“Yes, Daddy.” Her words were breathy.
“It will grow with every passing hour. Fate doesn’t make mistakes. She chose us to be together for the rest of our lives, and She intends for us to build a connection neither of us can fathom.”
Amber looked over her shoulder. “I feel it, Daddy.”
He smiled. “I do, too. Let me warn you. If you touch me with your mark, our bond will grow. Same goes for my mark touching you. And when we line them up, fireworks will go off.”
“They already are going off, Daddy,” she said.
He stepped back and removed his suit jacket before tugging on his tie and pulling it off. Next he unbuttoned the first few buttons of his dress shirt. That was all he could do for now. Just enough to be more comfortable before he tackled the buttons leading down his mate’s back.
Isaac took his time. After all, he would only unveil his mate one time.
He wanted to remember this moment. Every shiver that made her tremble as he pushed each button through the tiny hole.
The way her breath hitched as his knuckles grazed the back of her neck.
The soft whimpers that escaped her sweet lips as the dress loosened around her shoulders.
She was precious, and he was blessed beyond measure.
Isaac could scent her arousal. He knew it unnerved her.
The sensations were something she’d never experienced and no one had explained.
Even the most well-intentioned mothers in the valley could not describe what their daughters would feel when they were with their fated mates.
They couldn’t put it into words because they themselves had never felt anything even close to this.
Fated mates—the marked—had much deeper bonds than other shifters. Their connection caused them to crave more, and even though they had never met, the need to consummate was instantaneous.
That didn’t mean they had to listen to the calling yet.
Though Isaac knew his Little mate was aroused, that didn’t alleviate her fear or her nerves.
She couldn’t understand why her tummy was in knots or why her pussy was leaking.
Her breasts were probably heavy, her nipples hard and tingly. None of this would make sense to her.
“Daddy…” she whimpered as he reached the last button.
He slipped the pretty dress over her shoulders and bent to kiss the smooth skin that was revealed as the material fell down to her waist. She was still hidden under layers of shifts, but her biceps were bare now.
Isaac massaged the tender skin of her arms and shoulders, hoping to help her relax. “It’s okay, Little one,” he murmured against her ear. “What you’re feeling is normal.”
She shuddered and leaned back against his chest.
Isaac slid a hand up to cup her throat, stroking the tender skin with his fingertips.
Her lips parted as she started panting. In this position, even though she still wore about three layers of shifts, he could see the rise and fall of her chest, the swell of her breasts, and the points of her little nipples.
He wanted to reveal them, and he would, in a minute. But there was no rush, and he was enjoying watching her succumb to these new feelings.
When she grew increasingly restless, Isaac tucked his hands under her arms, lifted her off the bed, and turned so that he could sit and stand her on the floor in front of him.
The dress fell to her feet.
He picked her up again and settled her on one of his knees so he could remove her sandals.
All the while, she squirmed on his lap, her breathing heavy, tiny noises coming from her mouth.
Isaac set her on her feet again, facing him this time. He stroked her cheeks. “I’m going to lift these shifts over your head, Little one. Can you let Daddy do that?”
“Yes, Sir,” she murmured.
He gathered the material up at her sides until it was wadded in his fists. “Arms up, Amber.”
She trembled as she obeyed him.
The moment the shifts were whisked away, he tossed them, his gaze focused on her precious body. She still had on panties. He wouldn’t take those away right now, but the rest of her was exposed to his gaze.
Damn, she was gorgeous. Every inch of her. Her breasts were the perfect handful, the little nipples rosy and puckered.
Her cheeks were bright pink, eyes wide, pupils blown, lips parted. Isaac slid his hands slowly down her arms, once again taking mental photographs of this moment. The only time he would reveal his Little girl for the first time.
Her scent was intoxicating and filling the room. He knew her panties had to be soaked. It was taking all his willpower to keep from stripping them off and burying his cock in her. She wasn’t ready for that yet, and she needed to eat. The bottle he’d fixed her was waiting.
When she lifted her arm up to show him her mark, he grabbed her fingers and kissed the inside of her wrist. He probably shouldn’t have, but he hadn’t been able to resist. The temptation was too strong. And she’d offered it to him.
A deep rumbling growl escaped his mouth as his lips pressed against the spot. Fuck. The connection was more intense than he’d imagined possible.
Willpower, Isaac, he reminded himself.
What he couldn’t do was leave her hanging in this state of total bliss, though. He wanted to give her a taste of what it would be like between them. He needed those little morsels on her breasts in his mouth.
After grabbing her around the waist, he stood once more, spun, and lowered her onto the bed. Hands planted at either side of her waist, he bent and flicked his tongue over one tight bud.
Amber arched and moaned, her hands fisted at her sides, her head tipped back.
Isaac sucked the swollen tip into his mouth, circling it with his tongue, nipping it with his teeth.
His Little mate cried out.
He switched to the other side, treating the second berry to the same torment, his cock growing as she whimpered and squirmed.
Her pheromones filled the room. She was far too restless to be left hanging like this. She couldn’t even understand the sensation or the need building inside her.
Isaac released her nipple with a wet pop, scooted her farther across the mattress, lifted her limp knees, and bent them up toward her chest.
He met her gaze. “I’m going to make you feel good, Little one. Your panties will stay on. My clothes will stay on. Can you let Daddy take the edge off?”
She nodded rapidly, her breathing erratic.
“Good girl.” He parted her knees wide and dragged his nose down the inside of one of her thighs.
Fuck, she smelled amazing. Like a drug. One he was already addicted to even though he hadn’t tasted it yet.
He needed her. And he would have her. All of her.
Over and over every day for the rest of their lives.
But not now. Right now he was simply going to show her what it felt like to submit to him.
After sliding his nose down the inside of her other thigh, he nuzzled the soaked gusset of her panties. Soaked was an understatement. Her arousal was running out of her. He would need to change her panties after this. He hoped he had the strength to do so without fucking her with his tongue.
Flattening his tongue over the cotton allowed him to taste her. Heaven. That’s what she tasted like. The most delicious treat on the planet. Next time they were in this position, he would definitely bury his nose in her cunt and then thrust his tongue in to lap at her juices.
He knew what she needed, and he was teasing her by dragging his nose up and down her folds. He used his thumbs on her inner thighs to part her pussy lips, making her buck and wiggle.
With him holding her down, she couldn’t escape. He had no intention of giving her the space to push away from him. She needed to come even though she couldn’t articulate the need.
Finally he latched on to her cotton-covered clit with his lips and grazed the swollen nub with his teeth.
Amber’s hands came to his head as she screamed. Her small body pulsed and writhed beneath him as he continued to hold her clit hostage, flicking it with his tongue.
It would be so much sweeter next time without the barrier. This was just a taste—for him and for her. A delicious taste of heaven.