Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
Brea
Daddy chuckles as he drags me around on the bed. I can’t move a single muscle. That’s how sated I am. I can’t stop grinning either. My mouth is frozen in this blissed-out position.
Navin cleans me up with washcloths. He also spreads my legs and closely examines my pussy because he’s worried he was too rough with me. I doubt I even bled.
There was a tightness when he first entered, but I didn’t experience any real pain.
I was also unprepared for how good sex would feel.
I’ve heard girls talk about their first time or even their second or third.
None of them found sex to be very satisfying.
I don’t think they reached orgasm. They mostly spoke as though men are selfish pricks who take and take and don’t give.
I’m sure that doesn’t apply to all men, but I’m equally certain it would have applied to whoever intended to buy my virginity.
What happened with Navin was magical. I’m ruined for all other men, which is for the best, since I’m slowly beginning to trust that this is my home now.
It’s where I belong. Maybe I was always destined to be Navin’s mate.
It’s impossible to know. But I’m so glad he found me and decided to save my life, even if he did have to bind me to him for eternity to do so.
I don’t pay close attention as he pulls something over my head and then up my legs. I assume he’s dressing me, but I can’t bring myself to open my eyes. When he’s done, he kisses my bare stomach before tugging a shirt down over the spot.
When I finally open my eyes, I find him leaning over me, smiling. “You’re so beautiful, Little love.”
“You’re strikingly handsome yourself, Daddy.”
He kisses me. “Would you like me to remove these stitches before we head to the kitchen? Your body healed with incredible speed. It pleases me to know that you might be able to heal quickly in the future.”
The truth is I’ve completely forgotten there was a giant gash on my thigh. I’ve been way too preoccupied this morning to notice my leg. As Daddy turns away, I rise onto my elbows and look down.
The first thing I notice is what I’m wearing. It makes me giggle. “Why am I not surprised this is what you chose for me to wear?”
Daddy turns back, having gathered several items from the nightstand. He sets them on the bed next to my hip. “You don’t like white?”
“White?” I laugh. “This is more like translucent.” I’m wearing a thin tank top that’s tight around my breasts and a pair of panties out of the same material. I look obscene. I’d be less revealing if I were naked. I can see the dark color of my areolas, and there’s no hiding their pucker.
“I think you look fantastic,” he teases. “You don’t need more than this when we’re in the house.”
“What if someone comes to visit, and I’m in the main room?”
He shrugs. “I’ll cover you before anyone enters. Plus, it’s only temporary. Quinn and Ronan are going to pick up some clothes for you. They’ll be back later this morning with supplies.”
“What if I get cold?” I say, goading him because it’s fun.
He smirks. “You’ll never be cold if you press yourself against me.”
I roll my eyes. He’s kidding, of course.
Isn’t he? I’ve never owned anything this revealing for wearing alone in my own bedroom at night.
I never would have taken this kind of risk.
Someone could have walked in on me and gotten an eyeful.
I couldn’t trust that my brothers or their friends wouldn’t show up in the middle of the night looking for drug money.
I’ve never even owned panties this skimpy or thin. Sure, they’re just simple cotton panties, but they hide nothing, and they’re bikini cut, same as yesterday’s.
I can’t help but roll my eyes again as I refocus on my breasts. It’s not as if I need a bra for support or anything. I’m young. They’re perky. But this tank top is tight, and my nipples are prominent. I’ve never seen them this large or this hard.
Dropping my gaze to my thigh, I sit taller. It really is amazing how quickly it healed. I should be dead. Instead it looks like a plastic surgeon worked on it for hours eight weeks ago. My only complaint at the moment is that it itches, and I bet that will stop when he removes the stitches.
“Lie back, Little love.”
I drop onto my back and stare at the ceiling. I certainly don’t need to watch him clipping each loop along my thigh. It might make me nauseous.
Saying nothing while he works, I go into my head instead.
My entire existence is surreal. I’ve been claimed by a lion shifter.
I’m so enamored with him that I can’t think straight.
It’s difficult to focus on anything but him at all times.
I suspect all my attention was fully centered on him even while I was in a deep sleep.
I’m pretty sure all my dreams included him—mostly eating my pussy.
His scent fills the entire cabin. Every inhale draws him into me and turns me on.
If that’s fated, it’s working. It should have been funny for him to suggest I press myself against him, but the truth is I’d love nothing more than to do just that—climb him like a monkey and hold on to his neck for the rest of time.
I wonder how long it will take for Mitchel to discover that I didn’t die in the woods and what he will do when he finds out. I might be able to keep my existence a secret for a while, but it can’t last forever. Eventually someone will talk, and he’ll find out I’m living among the lion shifters.
“There. All done.” Daddy kisses my scar.
I lift my body upright and look down. It’s amazing. It barely even itches now. “What if I crack my skull or cut my arm off. Can you fix that, too?”
He’s putting his supplies away as he glances at me. “I don’t need to bite you again, Little love, if that’s what you mean. My essence runs through your blood. It’s permanent. It has changed you.”
I shudder. “Changed me?”
He finishes what he’s doing and lifts me into his arms so I’m facing him.
I hook my ankles around his waist and hold on to his neck.
“Changed you in ways you’re already aware of. You’ll heal quickly, and you’re deeply bound to me.”
“That’s it?” I wonder if there’s more.
“Isn’t that enough?” He chuckles.
I shrug. “It’s weird. Like I got picked up by aliens and they did scientific experiments on me and then put me back on Earth. Except the alien is you, and I’m now stuck with you for eternity.”
He laughs harder. “I guess that’s pretty accurate, Little love. I’ll do my best to make sure you never mind being stuck with me.”
I hug him tight as he carries me from the room, pressing my nose against his neck because nuzzling him is something I can’t get enough of. I love the fact that he’s only wearing low-hanging jeans and no shirt. His feet are also bare. It’s sexy.
Daddy rubs my back as he carries me to the kitchen. He sets me on the booster seat and buckles me in.
It’s a waste of time to question him or argue about the fact that I’m not a toddler, and I won’t fall. He’s deaf to my complaints.
As he cinches the straps tighter so the one between my legs pulls up against my pussy, he says, “The restraints are meant to keep you safe, Little love. Don’t use the straps to masturbate.
If I find you rubbing your clit intentionally against the nylon, I will swat your pussy and leave you wanting more. Understood?”
My breath hitches. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.” He cups my face, kisses me hard, and turns toward the kitchen counter. When he returns, he hands me the coloring book and pencils.
I’m glad because I find it soothing. I don’t think I’ve done any coloring since I was very young.
If I’d known it would be so relaxing, maybe I would have taken up this hobby earlier.
Then again, I’ve never had the time to do something so frivolous before now.
I’ve always had to work hard to make sure I could pay the rent and put food in my mouth.
I glance at Daddy’s back often as I color. He’s mesmerizing. He has bigger muscles than anyone I’ve ever known, and I suspect it’s mostly genetic. Though he is also a logger. That has to be hard work.
The cabin smells amazing when he finishes cooking, and I feel like a princess as he sets a steaming plate in front of me. Sausage, eggs, hashbrowns, and toast.
“I’m going to be spoiled,” I tell him as I dig in.
He pours me a cup of juice, which he puts in a sippy cup. “That’s the goal, Little love. I intend to spoil you for the rest of your life.”
“Maybe I died in the woods, and this is heaven. If that’s the case, I must have been a very good girl on Earth because this is obviously the top rung of heaven.”
He chuckles as he sits next to me. “You’re very much alive, and I’m glad you’re happy.” He kisses my temple and starts eating.
I stare at his cup of coffee. “You never offer me coffee.”
He glances at me and lifts a brow. “Did you want coffee, Little love?”
“No. It’s gross. I just wondered why you didn’t ask me.”
“Because I’m not going to give you coffee even if you want it. It’s not good for you.” He takes a sip while he stares at me.
I roll my eyes. “But it’s good for you?”
“Nope. It’s probably not, but I’m the Daddy, and you’re the Little girl. I make the rules. You obey the rules. You’re going to eat healthy meals without additives or preservatives. I’m not buying you sodas and junk.”
I ponder his statements while I continue eating. I’m baffled by my reaction to him. My pussy creams from his bossy dominance. I make the rules. You obey the rules. Why does that make my heart race?
It’s a struggle to keep from clenching my thighs together, but I don’t want him to realize how aroused I am.
He chuckles.
I jerk my gaze to his. “What are you laughing at?”
“You trying to hide your wet pussy from me.” He reaches over and taps my nose. “You’ll never be able to hide your arousal, Brea. I can smell it. You like my dominance. You can’t deny it.”
My face heats. “Grrr.”