Page 21 of Arion
She didn’t move as he released the water from the tub, and she was shivering as he lifted her out and stood her on the mat. He used an especially soft towel to dry her. He’d purchased the towels specifically for his new mate’s delicate skin. They weren’t large enough to wrap around her because that would never be necessary.
Her skin was pink from the warm water, and she fisted her small hands at her sides, undoubtedly trying not to cover herself.
She was so damn beautiful. Every inch of her. Her small breasts were pert and high, the rosy pink tips hard, begging for attention.
He could smell her arousal. He always would be able to, even when she was covered. As lupines, neither of them would be able to mask their scent. It would call both of them, nature’s way of forcing procreation.
Arion had no interest in impregnating his Little mate yet though. He would know when she was fertile and take precautions. For now. Though a part of him couldn’t wait to see her round with his child, he just got her. He wasn’t ready to share her.
“Sit on the lounge, Bella. I’ll brush out your hair.” He didn’t wait for her to comply. He lifted her and settled her sideways on the chaise.
She squirmed and gripped the edge of the soft leather with her hands. “Can I have a shift?”
“No, Little one. I want you to be comfortable exposing yourself to me. Sit up tall for me.” He released the clip he’d used to pull her hair up and let the gorgeous tresses fall down her back in long waves.
He was well aware he’d set her down in front of a floor to ceiling mirror, forcing her to see herself while he brushed out her hair.
“I’ll be gentle, Bella. Tell me if I pull too hard.”
She was so precious sitting in front of him, nervous and brave at the same time. She closed her eyes and tipped her head back as he began. “My mother used to comb it for me,” she commented. “It’s been a long time.”
“Does it feel good, Little one?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good. I’ll brush it out as often as possible.”
He took his time. Her hair was so soft. He’d waited so long to touch it. He didn’t want their time together tonight to end. He knew she was tired though. He needed to let her sleep. She was starting to sway a bit, either from exhaustion or because she was relaxing.
Finally, he set the brush on the counter and gently lifted her, cradling her in his arms. He carried her to the nursery and sat her on the changing table before reaching to one of the shelves beneath to grab a nightie.
She smiled when he held it up. “That’s pretty.”
He gathered the sides. “Arms up, Little one.”
She lifted her arms for him and let him lower the soft pink nightgown over her head. It fit her perfectly. He felt confident every article of clothing he had for her would fit.
The material was see-through. So feminine with dainty little flowers sewn into the neckline, the edges of the short poofy sleeves, and the hem that would land just barely below her bottom.
She stared down at herself, smiling as she stroked over the hem. “I’ve never seen anything this pretty before,” she whispered.
His heart clenched. Was she going to react this way to everything he’d purchased for her? Maybe. He’d only ever seen her in her boring school uniform dress. The plain off-white shapeless dress that every schoolgirl wore.
The dresses were so demure no one could possibly know what anyone looked like beneath. And that was the intention. It had irritated him that he’d never had a hint of what her body might look like under the dress and probably layers of shifts beneath, but he’d also been aware that no one else had been able to see his mate’s body either.
Girls in the valley wore those dresses at school and similar ones when they weren’t in class too. Long to the ground with long sleeves that even covered their wrists and high necklines.
She lifted her gaze. “It feels so naughty.”
He chuckled. “You’re beautiful in it, Little mate. From now on, Daddy will dress you in pretty things.” He tapped her nose. “I will also enjoy seeing you in them.”
When she giggled, his cock jumped. He had to ignore it. He scooped her up again, cradling her the way he enjoyed as he headed for the kitchen. He was well aware his bare arm was tucked under her bottom, and she squirmed against him.
“I need panties, Daddy.”
“No, you don’t, Little one. Not right now.”
She held her breath adorably while he grabbed a bottle from the fridge, heated it in the microwave for a few seconds, and shook it.
