Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79941 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79941 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
There was one detail in particular that had fascinated her—at the base of his shaft, Commander Courick had a thick swelling as big as her fist. Addison had asked around, speaking to some of the girls she knew who were mated to Beast Kindred, and found out that was his “Mating Fist” also sometimes called a “Bonding Knot.” Apparently it was supposed to slip into a woman’s pussy and swell to tie her and her Kindred together to help them form the Soul Bond every Kindred warrior had with his mate.
Addison had no idea how anything that big could ever fit inside her, but she had dreamed of it just the same—dreamed of having her big, stern boss take her over his desk, sliding his thickness to the hilt in her trembling pussy as she moaned and submitted fully--trying to be open enough to take him.
But those weren’t the only fantasies she had of the big Kindred. Because Addison didn’t just want a quick fuck—no matter how hot that might be. She wanted a Dom, because she herself was a natural submissive. But not just any Dom—a Daddy Dom. A man who would take care of her and be sweet to her—who would brush her hair and cuddle her and comfort her when she had nightmares at night. And despite Commander Courick’s grouchy exterior, she thought he had the potential to be one.
The thing that made her think that was an incident which had happened just last week. Addison had been trying to reach a book on a high shelf—it was one of the Kindred/Human Relations rules and regulations manuals which had been printed mainly for display—and it was on the top shelf of the library room.
She’d needed it to show the rules of the Claiming Period to a prospective human bride who was nervous about going to the Mother Ship with the Kindred Warrior who had Claimed her. But try as she might, though she balanced at the top of the tall stepstool, she couldn’t quite reach it.
Addison had gritted her teeth—it was so inconvenient to be short sometimes! Climbing down, she fetched a thick book from a lower shelf and then another. She piled these on top of each other on the top of the stool and climbed up again.
Standing on her tiptoes on the two books, she reached for the book again…only to find herself overbalancing as the books slipped out from under her.
She barely had time to scream and then she was falling…right into a pair of long, muscular arms.
Addison hadn’t even known who caught her at first. She’d simply thrown her arms around his neck and pressed her face to the side of his throat gasping,
“Oh my God!” out of instinct.
Strong arms held her close to his broad chest and Addison had time to realize that her rescuer smelled really good. Like cedar and spice and some kind of rich, masculine musk. Then she looked up and saw Commander Courick looking down at her with an expression of concern.
“Addison? Are you all right?” He asked, sounding genuinely worried about her.
It was one of the few times he’d ever called her anything but “Ms. Davis” and Addison wanted to savor it.
“I…I think so.” She pressed her face to his chest, nuzzling against him. “I…I almost fell. I mean, I did fall—thank you for catching me!”
“It’s lucky that I happened to be passing by the library at just the right time,” he rumbled.
His arms felt so good around her—so warm and safe. Addison couldn’t help wishing he would hold her forever.
“Yes…really lucky,” she murmured.
“I can see why you nearly fell,” he went on. “What in the world were you trying to reach? And why did you pile all these books on the stepstool—that’s very unsafe.”
Addison sighed. Most of the time she liked it when he lectured or corrected her—but it was even nicer to be held in his muscular arms and cradled to his broad chest like a sub being held by her big, strong Dom. She wished he would just be quiet and cuddle her. However, the golden moment couldn’t last. Her boss set her gently on her feet and frowned down at her.
“Well?” He asked.
“I was trying to reach the Rules and Regulations book,” she explained, looking up at him. “There’s a girl who doesn’t want to be Claimed—she’s demanding to see the rules before she’ll go up to the Mother Ship with the warrior who’s calling her as his bride.”
“All right—here.” He walked to the shelf and plucked the book off the shelf without even having to reach very far. He handed it to Addison, who had to wrap both arms around it—it was a thick and massive volume and extremely heavy.
Commander Courick frowned at her.
“Are you strong enough to carry that? You’re such a tiny little thing.”