Series: Lee Savino
Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 66414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Then, I make a loop and slip it around my own hand. “There. Now you can’t get away. And if anyone tries to take you from me, I’ll know.” I’ll wake up long before an intruder finds the bedroom, but I can tell how comforting the rope is by the way she relaxes.
“Thank you, Daddy,” she whispers, and drifts off to sleep.
My cock goes rock hard.
No. No, she didn’t.
I’ve never been into daddy dom play. Before I knew Maisy was my mate, I was more of a sadist. But her calling me daddy gets me hot.
Gah. Either way, sadist or daddy dom, I’m a deviant. I shouldn’t foist my twisted kinks on my sweet, innocent mate. I can’t take her calling me Daddy as a green light to fully claim her and do all the filthy things I can imagine with her.
No, I still need to hold back. Keep taking the Moon Cure.
Stay in control.
Chapter Sixteen
Matthias
The next morning, I wake up with Maisy curled in my arms. My mouth is pressed to the curve of her neck.
Only the diamond necklace saved her from me marking her. The necklace that I put on her like a collar, hoping it would satisfy my bear as a substitute claiming.
I rip myself away from her side before I do the unthinkable.
I need more Moon Cure, now.
My harsh movement jostled Maisy. She rouses, looking dazed. She’s in nothing but the diamond necklace and everything in me aches to return to the bed, to gather her soft body into my arms.
“Matthias?” She blinks but doesn’t sound frightened, the way she did when she woke in the middle of the night.
“I’m here, beautiful. Go back to sleep.” I curl my hands into fists, and my arms shake with the need to go to her. Instead, I head to the bathroom to get another dose of Moon Cure.
A double dose.
This time the serum burns in my veins. It feels like ice spreading through my body. Acute pain shoots through my aorta. I clutch at my heart, willing it to keep beating. Potential side effect: arrhythmia. I’ll need to make notes.
Maisy is still awake when I re-enter the bedroom.
“How are you feeling, love?” I climb onto the bed beside her and wrap an arm around her waist.
She stretches. “I feel great, Doctor. Want to examine me?”
Thank fate I just took a dose of Moon Cure, or I’d push her down and maul her with my cock and teeth.
“Oh, I’ll be subjecting my little wife to plenty of examinations,” I tease, lightly running my palm up her belly to cup her breast. Her butterscotch and cinnamon scent is an addiction I don’t want cured.
She rolls to face me. “What made you want to become a doctor?”
I brush her hair back from her face. “My parents died in a car crash when I was young. Winnie was my adopted mom–you probably knew that.”
She nods, her big blue eyes trained on my face.
“I felt so powerless. I’m sure you experienced something similar when your mom died.”
Compassion fills her gaze, and she nods again. “I watched it happen,” she croaks. “I called 911, but it was too late.”
“Fuck.” I pull her body against mine. “That’s so horrible. You know it wasn’t your fault, right?”
She nods. “Daisy got me in therapy right away, which helped.” She rests her hand on my chest. “So what happened with you?”
I clear my throat. “Shifters have spontaneous regeneration. It’s hard to kill us. But my parents’ death put the fear of losing someone else I loved into me. Winnie…or my brothers.
So I guess I thought studying and understanding medicine would allow me to control any situation like that, if it ever came up.”
Maisy’s lips twitch. “You do have a controlling side, don’t you?”
I flick my brows. “Believe it.”
“I memorized dad jokes; you became a doctor.”
“Your coping method was far less costly and time-consuming,” I tell her wryly.
“But you love your job.”
I smile. “I do.” I shrug. “I like helping people.” I flick my brows. “And being in charge.”
Maisy’s smile is wanton. She responds to my dominance like she was made for it.
But I hope to Fate I haven’t implanted too much of my kink and desires on her. She’s receptive, but how could she really know what she wants if I’m her first? I don’t fully trust myself and my desires, and I’ve had way more experience that she has.
I kiss her forehead. “Now you stay here, and I bring you breakfast in bed. I need to feed my wife, so she has the energy to put up with my demands.”
Maisy’s nipples get hard, and the scent of her arousal makes me growl, but I force myself to leave her in bed.
I’m making coffee in the kitchen when I hear a motorcycle pull up outside the house. I knew one of my brothers was going to check in sometime today, but I didn’t realize it’d be Axel. His scent makes me clench my jaw. I still haven’t forgiven him for befriending Maisy.