Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 69936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
“Oh, mating,” he clarified.
“Mating? Oh my God. You look like you’re in your thirties, but you keep saying mating. I don’t think I’ve ever heard anyone call it that. Maybe in Bio 101. So, who do you prefer to mate with, Daddy?”
“Whoever I can impregnate.”
I snickered. “Well, you can impregnate me anytime, Daddy.”
I forked out the waffle in the maker, noticing he wasn’t laughing at that, and as I glanced back at him, his gaze on me was so intense, something feral about it, that it got my ass a little twitchy. A shame, as I wasn’t sure I was good for a morning fuck.
“You would like to be impregnated?” he asked, as if he were totally serious.
Kinky fucker.
Although, I couldn’t laugh at that because it was hot as hell, the idea of this big man breeding my ass. I swallowed as we locked gazes.
“I do like a good breeding,” I said playfully, my cheeks catching fire, then had to look away like the fucking coward I am. But I could still feel his gaze boring into me. This guy had some kind of power over me, and I liked it. “Well, you’re a very hot guy,” I admitted. “I’m sure a lot of guys would like to be bred by you.”
I needed to get out of this awkwardness, so I pulled out my phone and keyed in to Maps. But before I could do anything else, Daddy seized my wrist. I nearly jumped out of my stool as our eyes locked. His were wide, terror-struck. He shook his head, glaring at my phone as if it were a bomb.
“Um…”
5
DADDY
Adrenaline coursed through this body as I feared the worst for Twink. Now that my translation decoder had kicked in—with some glitches, it seemed, and I was only able to access the auditory component—I understood what he’d been saying during our initial interaction, and then this morning, I could tell he was a good member of his species, who didn’t deserve to be controlled by Chelsea.
As I held his wrist, I sensed his fear, but my desire to protect him was all-consuming. I also knew I couldn’t disclose the nature of my intervention. Chelsea would likely hear and find a way of reporting me to a larger system that might have to come in and ensure I too became their captive. And who knew what the consequences would be for Twink?
He stared at me, the rising intensity within him and the slight tremble in his body making me hate myself for evoking his fear responses. I was half-tempted to snatch the device from him and destroy it so it couldn’t harm him anymore, though not understanding the technology, my fears were multifold—some larger system could recognize that it had been destroyed and send security to ensure Twink wouldn’t escape its grip. Or it could have some link within him that would detonate if he questioned its authority. Whatever had led to his dependency on the device, I would have to find a way to destroy it without putting him at risk.
I caressed his wrist with my thumb, hoping to assure him I didn’t mean any harm. His cheeks turned the perfect shade of pink, lighting something in me that had only intensified since he’d admitted he was fertile. Our gazes locked once again.
While I was still adjusting to the lexicon and emotional language of Twink’s community, what we exchanged now with a look was something far more primal, the initial click that had piqued my interest. My new form reacted viscerally as I desired to take him right there, ravage him the way his expression begged to be ravaged, take his body and make it my own, filling him with my seed and having him caring for my offspring.
But still unaware of the customs of his species, I forced myself to release his wrist, just as a sound caught my attention—someone was entering his dwelling. I pushed to my feet, ready to defend Twink. Perhaps the scan results from last night had come back to Chelsea and I’d been discovered? But then it turned out, it was someone I recognized.
“You forgot to lock your door,” he said, heading along the kitchen island. “Must’ve had a real good—oh, whoa. Hey there, Daddy.”
“Powerbottom.”
“And don’t you forget it,” he said with a wink. “Well, well, so much for heading home to get to sleep.” He eyed Twink.
I probed his emotions, sensing no harm in his words, only playfulness.
“Kind of a weird story,” Twink said, “but basically, Daddy saved my ass.”
“I’ll bet he did more than that with it.”
Twink rolled his eyes.
Powerbottom said, “Figured you might want to come get some breakfast with me before work, but I see we’re having breakfast here. Rude of you not to make me a waffle or two, though.”
Powerbottom approached the waffle contraption and began pouring the mix into the device, helping himself to Twink’s space.