Total pages in book: 147
Estimated words: 137524 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 688(@200wpm)___ 550(@250wpm)___ 458(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 137524 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 688(@200wpm)___ 550(@250wpm)___ 458(@300wpm)
“You can’t live off of just eating me,” I tease back, shifting on his lap to rub against him.
“I could,” he grunts, then goes back to his neck assault, making me giggle again.
“Well I can’t.” He pulls back quickly, looking down at me with his big brown eyes.
“You’re hungry?” Concern shows on his face. He always seems so worried about me. Anytime I make the tiniest remark, he’s in action. I don’t even have to try the pout thing. I ask and he does. It’s sweet. It makes me feel important. Like he’s never going to let me go.
He pulls me from his lap and sets me in the chair next to his before getting up and working his way around the table, making a giant plate of food. He piles it with eggs, bacon, pancakes, and some little hash potatoes I made. Then he places it in front of me.
“I can’t eat all that.” I thought he was making the plate for himself. It’s piled so high with food that I’m surprised it hasn’t collapsed.
“You’re small. I’ll make you nice and big.” He nods like that’s that.
I snort, knowing if I eat all that I’ll be sick. “I’m just built small. Trust me, I eat,” I reassure him. I grew up with shifters and spent most of my time cooking. In fact, I ate a lot, but it never seemed to go anywhere. “But there is no way I can eat all this food.”
He sits back down in his chair, pulling the plate over in front of him, before picking me up once again and depositing me in his lap. It’s a habit he’s picked up over the last two days. When he wants me somewhere, he doesn’t really ask. He just picks me up and puts me there.
“I’ll feed you until it’s all gone.” He picks up some potatoes and brings them to my mouth. I open for him. A feeling warms me deep down. I know I can’t eat all the food, but I’ll give it a go.
I’ve always been the one to take care of my brothers. While they were good to me, this is different. I feel cherished as I sit in his lap while he slowly feeds me, bite by bite. I still like doing things around here, cooking and cleaning, but the way he shows me he cares makes my heart flutter. It makes me believe that maybe being mated to a human isn’t bothering him anymore.
I’ve been mulling over what would happen if our children were human. I don’t know how all that works and what happens when a human mates with a shifter. I know with me, he has the mating pull, so he has no choice but to want me. But would it be different with our kids? He wouldn’t have that special bond with them, and if they were human, he might not love them like they’d deserve.
I push the thought away, not wanting to think about it right now. I want to soak this up, enjoy every moment of being the center of someone’s world. It’s intoxicating, and I want more. For so long I felt like I was waiting for the inevitable, when I wouldn’t be useful to my brothers anymore. My future was so unsettled. All I’ve ever wanted is a real family of my own. One that wouldn’t leave me one day.
What would happen when the final one found their mate? Where would that leave me? I have no real skills besides keeping a home and taking care of people. That had never bothered me, and I liked doing it. But I always worried whether it would be enough to get me by once I was alone.
Koda brings another bite to my mouth, reminding me that I’ll never have to worry about that again. I have a mate to care for now. Maybe I could even make him fall in love with me. Guilt hits me at the thought. He’d probably hate me if he knew it was my father who’d kept him caged.
He’d told me his story late last night. How he came to Gray Ridge to live. That he’d tracked down his sister after being caged for years. He didn’t give me all the details, and I could tell from the look on his face that the memory hurt deep. He hasn’t been free that long. A few years. If I had been stronger, he could have been free years before that. He wouldn’t be carrying that sadness and hate I see in his eyes when he talks about being caged.
Looking around the room, I wonder if he even realizes he went from one cage to another. This one might be nice, but he’s still locking himself away. Even the windows are locked up tight, and I realize I haven’t seen the outside in almost two days. I wonder how my brothers are doing.