Series: Willow Winters
Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 60207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
In a desperate effort to focus on her wellbeing, I snatch the square of cheese she wanted and bring it to her lips. Her hands move up to take it from mine. “Uh, uh.” I shake my head and admonish her. “I want to feed you. I will give you all that you want.” My voice is low, my tone giving away my desire. Her lips are parted slightly, and her eyes reflect rebellion as much as they do everything else she’s feeling.
I stare back into her eyes, thinking about what a bastard I am. It would be all too easy to allow her peace and quiet, to ease her slowly into being my companion, rather than push her as I’m doing. Patience will award me riches, but so has thievery and fire.
After a moment Kara rests against my chest, plants her hands on my thighs, and opens her mouth wide enough for the morsel. As her lips part, her chest rises, and my eyes inadvertently catch a glimpse of her breasts. Want and need heat inside of me.
They’re perky yet small with hardened rose-pink nipples pressing against the fabric. I stifle my groan and pray she can’t feel my dick hardening beneath her. As I slip the piece of cheese into her waiting mouth, her eyes go wide and her back pulls away just slightly from me. Fuck, she definitely felt the change beneath her ass. She stills and slowly chews while looking straight ahead.
The intoxicating smell of her heat is laced with disappointment because it’s far too obvious that she’s terrified. It’s dimming. She’s already losing it. I choose to simply ignore all of it and grab another square of cheese to continue feeding her. “Open.” She immediately obeys, and those pink, plump lips part for another bite. I smile as she closes her eyes and enjoys the taste.
“Do you like it?” She quickly nods and lets a small moan of gratitude slip into the air between us. Her eyes pop open and her hand covers her mouth as she realizes her action. Again, I choose to ignore the look of regret in her eyes. “Good.” I reach for a slice of ripe plum. “Would you like to try this next?”
“Please, Lord Arrington.” I stop my movements as my eyes travel over her face. I don’t know why, but I don’t like her calling me that. She is not a guest, nor a servant. Something deep inside me whispers that she may only be a guest, she may leave me soon, but my dragon and I disagree. I want this to be different. Something about her calls to me. Galen had his pets call him Master, but I don’t want that. I decide on something more to my taste.
“I’d rather you call me Sir.”
“Yes, Sir.” My dick jumps in my pants and her face flushes red. She looks down and bites her lip to hide a smile. What a little vixen. She knows exactly what she’s doing.
I slip the sliver of fruit into her mouth. I repress my groan as her hot tongue licks the tip of my finger. A satisfied sigh fills the room. “You like that more?”
“I enjoy both.” She looks up at me through her thick lashes. “Why are you being so nice to me?”
The question catches me off guard. I want to tell her about her heat, my desire for a mate and dragonlings, and how she is the only hope I have of such things… But I’d rather not, given I have no idea if we are truly mates. I settle on a simple truth. “Because I want to.”
She takes a moment to consider my words. “Thank you. Could I have some more?”
“Of course.”
Time passes easily, piece by piece. I continue to feed her, enjoying the feel of her warm body and the small sounds of satisfaction from her lips. Then I remember my brother and the fact that she’s yet to tell me he was here.
“I have a question for you, treasure.” I tilt the spoon up so she can taste the soup. She swallows with a sign of contentment. Her tongue darts between her lips and then she finally looks up at me.
“Yes?”
“Is there anything that you’re deliberately hiding from me?” Her heart hammers against her chest as she looks back down at the tray of food. “Open treasure. You need to eat more.” I want to make sure she knows she gets to eat regardless of punishment. I will never deprive her of necessities. She hesitantly opens her mouth for me to slip in a slice of sharp white cheddar. There’s still some prosciutto and sweet salami left, as well as some kumquat jam and Marcona almonds. Plenty to slowly treat her, and test her, and flirt with her in this manner.