“White?” I laugh. “This is more like translucent.” I’m wearing a thin tank top that’s tight around my breasts and a pair of panties out of the same material. I look obscene. I’d be less revealing if I were naked. I can see the dark color of my areolas, and there’s no hiding their pucker.
“I think you look fantastic,” he teases. “You don’t need more than this when we’re in the house.”
“What if someone comes to visit, and I’m in the main room?”
He shrugs. “I’ll cover you before anyone enters. Plus, it’s only temporary. Quinn and Ronan are going to pick up some clothes for you. They’ll be back later this morning with supplies.”
“What if I get cold?” I say, goading him because it’s fun.
He smirks. “You’ll never be cold if you press yourself against me.”
I roll my eyes. He’s kidding, of course. Isn’t he? I’ve never owned anything this revealing for wearing alone in my own bedroom at night. I never would have taken this kind of risk. Someone could have walked in on me and gotten an eyeful. I couldn’t trust that my brothers or their friends wouldn’t show up in the middle of the night looking for drug money.
I’ve never even owned panties this skimpy or thin. Sure, they’re just simple cotton panties, but they hide nothing, and they’re bikini cut, same as yesterday’s.
I can’t help but roll my eyes again as I refocus on my breasts. It’s not as if I need a bra for support or anything. I’m young. They’re perky. But this tank top is tight, and my nipples are prominent. I’ve never seen them this large or this hard.
Dropping my gaze to my thigh, I sit taller. It really is amazing how quickly it healed. I should be dead. Instead it looks like a plastic surgeon worked on it for hours eight weeks ago. My only complaint at the moment is that it itches, and I bet that will stop when he removes the stitches.
“Lie back, Little love.”
I drop onto my back and stare at the ceiling. I certainly don’t need to watch him clipping each loop along my thigh. It might make me nauseous.
Saying nothing while he works, I go into my head instead. My entire existence is surreal. I’ve been claimed by a lion shifter. I’m so enamored with him that I can’t think straight. It’s difficult to focus on anything but him at all times. I suspect all my attention was fully centered on him even while I was in a deep sleep.I’m pretty sure all my dreams included him—mostly eating my pussy.
His scent fills the entire cabin. Every inhale draws him into me and turns me on. If that’s fated, it’s working. It should have been funny for him to suggest I press myself against him, but the truth is I’d love nothing more than to do just that—climb him like a monkey and hold on to his neck for the rest of time.
I wonder how long it will take for Mitchel to discover that I didn’t die in the woods and what he will do when he finds out. I might be able to keep my existence a secret for a while, but it can’t last forever. Eventually someone will talk, and he’ll find out I’m living among the lion shifters.
“There. All done.” Daddy kisses my scar.
I lift my body upright and look down. It’s amazing. It barely even itches now. “What if I crack my skull or cut my arm off. Can you fix that, too?”
He’s putting his supplies away as he glances at me. “I don’t need to bite you again, Little love, if that’s what you mean. My essence runs through your blood. It’s permanent. It has changed you.”
I shudder. “Changed me?”
He finishes what he’s doing and lifts me into his arms so I’m facing him.
I hook my ankles around his waist and hold on to his neck.
“Changed you in ways you’re already aware of. You’ll heal quickly, and you’re deeply bound to me.”
“That’s it?” I wonder if there’s more.
“Isn’t that enough?” He chuckles.
I shrug. “It’s weird. Like I got picked up by aliens and they did scientific experiments on me and then put me back on Earth. Except the alien is you, and I’m now stuck with you for eternity.”
He laughs harder. “I guess that’s pretty accurate, Little love. I’ll do my best to make sure you never mind being stuck with me.”
I hug him tight as he carries me from the room, pressing my nose against his neck because nuzzling him is something I can’t get enough of. I love the fact that he’s only wearing low-hanging jeans and no shirt. His feet are also bare. It’s sexy.
Daddy rubs my back as he carries me to the kitchen. He sets me on the booster seat and buckles me in.
It’s a waste of time to question him or argue about the fact that I’m not a toddler, and I won’t fall. He’s deaf to my complaints.
As he cinches the straps tighter so the one between my legs pulls up against my pussy, he says, “The restraints are meant to keep you safe, Little love. Don’t use the straps to masturbate. If I find you rubbing your clit intentionally against the nylon, I will swat your pussy and leave you wanting more. Understood?”
