Luckily the sun is rising. It’s light enough in the room for her to see her surroundings perfectly when she finally opens those eyes.
My mate continues to rub her nose against my shaft. It’s adorable, but I’m gritting my teeth. If she keeps this up, I’m going to come soon. I also don’t want to stop her. Instinct is causing her to burrow against me. My essence is runningthrough her bloodstream now. She can’t help herself. It’s a natural inclination.
Her little hand strokes my cock, and she’s rubbing so hard that my boxers have inched down, causing the tip of my shaft to pop free.
I hold my breath and release her hair to fist my hands at my sides. She’s killing me. Can a lion shifter die from being cock-blocked by an unconscious mate?
I glance down to see precome leaking out of the tip of my erection. My girl is so close to nuzzling me high enough to get my come on her nose. She craves it, which is also natural, but she’s not conscious. I won’t have my mate suckling my dick before I even know her name.
Taking a deep breath, I unfist my hand, stroke my pointer through the drop of white semen, and bring it to her lips. My Little girl’s tongue flicks out, and then she greedily suckles my finger.
Fuck me.
She whines when I remove my digit from her mouth, and I watch, mesmerized as I repeat the process, feeding my mate another drop of my precome. I’m not surprised that she craves my taste, but I feel guilty for indulging her. She has no idea what she’s doing.
After letting her suckle my finger a few more times, I know I need to stop this madness. The last thing I want to do is orgasm all over my own chest and risk her waking up fully while I do so.
It pains me, but I reach for the elastic at the top of my boxers and tug it up over the head of my cock.
Suddenly, my mate gasps. I can’t see her face, but her entire body stiffens, and then she sits upright between my thighs.
The first thing I see is the deep brown of her wide eyes as she stares at me in shock.
Chapter Four
Brea
My heart is racing as I stare down at the nearly naked man in front of me. I can’t make sense of anything.
Several things go through my mind at once, practically on top of each other.
One: this man is a god among men. He’s huge and built. His light brown hair hangs in waves around his shoulders. His blue eyes are mesmerizing and remind me of deep pools of water. His shoulders are broad, and his abs are rock hard. He’s naked from the waist up, so I’m staring at perfection.
Two: I have no idea where I am or why. Who is this man? Why the hell am I sitting between his spread thighs?
Three: I’m naked. Nope… I’m…diapered. The only thing I’m wearing is a thick absorbent material that’s soaked and warm with what I know is my own urine. In fact, I wet myself again now because I’m scared out of my head.
Four: I’m obviously dead. After all, I never expected to wake up again. So this Adonis must be some angel sent to welcome me into heaven. Why on Earth must I be diapered in heaven?Why would I need to pee at all after I died? That doesn’t seem necessary.
Five: Even though a part of me is in a total panic, another sensation is at war with the first. There’s a strange sense of calm and peace in this room. I know I should be afraid of this stranger, but oddly I’m not. He’s not going to hurt me.
Six: I’m aroused. Like I’ve never experienced in my life. My entire body is tingling with desire. My strange diaper may be wet from me peeing myself more than once, but my arousal is also leaking out of me. My pussy tingles. I’m on the verge of an orgasm.
“Welcome back,” the man says in a soft voice. His huge hand comes to my face, and he strokes my cheek with his knuckles.
I find myself leaning into his touch, craving it. “Am I dead?”
He smiles, his eyes lighting up, the corners wrinkling. “No, Little love. You’re very much alive.”
“But… How?” I know for a fact I was dying. I felt the life ebbing out of me. Mitchel cut my femoral artery and left me to bleed to death in the middle of the forest.
“Two of my pride found you bleeding in the woods and brought you to me.” His hand slides around to the back of my neck, and he gently holds me.
I shudder and glance down, reminded that my chest is bare. My face heats as I grab at the soft blanket that was apparently covering me and tug it around to pull it up in front of me.
Embarrassed, I stare down, but that doesn’t help. My line of sight is now on the front of this man’s boxers, which are not hiding his enormous erection.
“Take a breath, Little love. You’re safe.”
