Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
“You dirty dog, you.”
“Hey, all I did was let you believe I didn’t care. It was kind of fun.”
“And you knew all along she was Jezebel’s friend.”
“Of course. You’ve known me all of our lives. Did you really believe I didn’t care who I was going to spend my life with? I just didn’t want to make a big deal out of it or talk about it all the time because it stressed me out knowing I had no choice but to wait for her.”
“Well, you fooled me.”
“It wasn’t hard, Arion. You were so infatuated with your Little girl that you didn’t really pay close attention to where my affections were directed.”
“True. And my goodness I’m a lucky man. I’m so glad you have claimed your sweet girl now, too. It was weird not being able to talk to you about it. Until you’ve been there, there are no words to describe the feeling.”
Brock smiled. He let his gaze wander to his Little girl so he could watch her chest rise and fall. She was curled on her side, hugging her doll against her chest, suckling her pacifier. He’d carefully draped the cover over her when he’d eased out of bed, but her bottom was sticking out, her full diaper exposed to his view.
Fuck, he loved her.
“You’ve grown awfully quiet,” Arion said.
Brock snorted. “I know you and many other Alphas met for most of the day yesterday, but I think it would be best if several members came here today. I need to be fully informed, and I don’t think it’s wise to take Suzette out of the house.”
“I’ll make some calls. We’ll be there soon.” Arion ended the call at that, and Brock lowered his phone to his lap.
Brock rose from his chair and headed for the kitchen to fix his Little girl a bottle. He would need to get some solid food in her today eventually, but for now, she needed fluids and calories. The fastest easiest way to get that in her was bottle feeding. Plus, he enjoyed feeding her.
Just as he finished shaking the bottle, he saw her stir in the monitor. He headed for the bedroom where his Little doll had rolled to her back and removed her pacifier.
She winced.
He set a knee on the mattress and leaned over her. “Good morning, Little one. Are you sore?”
She shrugged.
He gripped her chin with two fingers. “Suzette…”
“Yes, Daddy, I’m sore. Are you happy?”
He chuckled. “No, but you’re going to be a lot sorer now.”
She pushed up onto her elbows. “Why? Are we going to have sex again?”
Did the naughty Little girl actually look excited by the idea? Yes. Yes, she did. He could smell her arousal at the misguided suggestion. “No, my naughty little dirty-minded sex fiend. You’re going to be sore because Daddy is going to spank your bottom for being sassy.”
She gasped. “You can’t spank me.” She pushed her lower lip out in a pout.
“Is that so?” he teased. “Who’s going to stop me?”
She crossed her arms and hmphed. “Meanie. What did I do?”
“Well, first you tried to downplay how your body feels after a long night of rough sex and your first shift, and then you got sassy about it, so I’d say that buys you twenty swats with my hand on your bare bottom.”
Her mouth gaped open. “Twenty?” Her voice rose, the inflection indicating she was shocked.
“Would you like to make it thirty?”
She dropped her shoulders and shook her head. “No, Sir,” she murmured contritely.
“Come, Little one. Let’s change your diaper and get something in your tummy.” He reached for her, waving toward himself as he stood next to the bed.
She crawled toward him and climbed up his body, settling on his hip.
He kissed her gently before she set her head on his shoulder. “You sure have a lot of rules,” she grumbled.
He patted her bottom. “Yep. Lots of them. You don’t even know them all.”
“Why? I never had so many rules at home.”
He carried her into the nursery and lowered her to the changing table. “Lie back. Arms above your head.”
She eased onto her back, but defiance had definitely crept into her this morning. “You don’t need to restrain me. I won’t fall, Daddy.”
He set her bottle on the shelf under the changing table and narrowed his gaze at her. “Do you think Daddy is going to permit you to second guess him or argue every command?”
“No…” She blew out a breath and lifted her arms.
Brock reached over and secured her wrists to the end of the table, paying close attention to the way her breath hitched and her nipples pebbled. He set a hand on her chest between her breasts, not touching her where she most craved his attention. “Why do you think I restrain your arms over your head, Little one?”