Page 66 of Culture and Curiosities
“Your brain is a wonderfully busy place, my mate, but let us see if I can give it something to focus on that won’t get you in trouble.”
It wasn’t my fault.
My bottom was wonderfully achy and I was plugged and he was sexy.
Yep, not my fault.
Daddy had set me up and the wicked gleam in his eyes said he knew it.
“You’re my wonderful Daddy. I know you’re going to take good care of me.”
Yes, I had to focus on the prize and not get distracted by the temptation of wondering what he’d do if I fucked with him.
Ugh.
I needed to work on my self-control because that was harder than it should’ve been.
He kept making it more difficult, though, rocking over me and rubbing our cocks together as he kissed my cheeks. “My sexy boy.”
His needy boy.
“Please, Daddy?”
Hot desire and passionate need flared through the bond as I begged for him and the combination sent matching emotions through me as my dick made a valiant attempt to get even harder.
“I need you inside me, my mate.”
Dragons above…his imagination was getting almost as good as mine.
“I need you, Daddy.”
Something shifted in him and I felt confidence and an emotion that felt almost like certainty coming through the bond in soft pulses that brought back the happy floaty feeling again. Daddy smiled and leaned down to kiss along my jaw, sending more shivers through me.
Clenching around the plug sent another wave through me and the real world faded away as I tried to thrust up against his body, but he had me pinned to the bed.
And realizing that sent another wave of pleasure and submissive need through me.
It was so distracting that it wasn’t until the gag was completely out of my mouth that I realized he’d been working on removing the restraint.
As I moaned out loud again, Daddy took my mouth in a long, hot kiss, diving right into fucking me with his tongue. I couldn’t help whimpering as I imagined lower parts of his body mirroring the sexy things his mouth was doing.
Pride and desire filled the bond in a wonderfully dominant pleasure that was pure Dom marking his mate. I loved the sexy mix that made up my wonderful mate…the stoic expression he always wore…the tender emotions that he fed me through our bond…the sexy predator that would come out when he finally unleashed everything he was feeling.
And he was using all of that to push me right to the edge as his tongue stroked mine and his teeth nibbled my lips.
But even when he pulled away, he kept me whirling as he kissed down my chest owning me completely.
“Yes, my sweet mate. Who do you belong to?”
His mouth was busy tormenting my nipples and making me whimper as his teeth gave me sexy reminders about the predator that was always hiding just under the surface.
“You, Daddy. My mate. You.”
There was no doubt about that and there hadn’t been since the first moment I’d met him.
I’d heard of human mates struggling to accept the bond, but I’d known I was his from the first time he’d looked at me and had really seen me. His mate. That shocked awe and instant acceptance had been all I’d needed to know I’d found the man I was supposed to belong to until the ancestors brought us home and beyond.
“Every moment, my mate. I will keep you with me for all time.”
