Another room? She couldn’t imagine what other room the house might have or how it could be so important. “I took the door off this room, too.” When he stepped inside, his shoes stopped clicking. “This is the only room with carpet.”
“What is it?” she asked, although she was afraid she perhaps didn’t want to know. There was a weird vibe coming off him that made her think he wasn’t sure how she was going to react.
He pulled her fingers to his lips and kissed her knuckles. “Your nursery, Baby girl.”
“Nursery?” Her voice squeaked.
“Yes. A room where you can relax, play, and take naps. You’ll spend a lot of time in here. It will be your haven. I hope you’ll love it. Anything you need that I haven’t thought of, we’ll get.”
She wished she could see this room. Her mind was racing with possibilities, but she had no idea what was in here. In a soft voice, she asked, “Can you put me down so I cansee?”
“Let me give you the basics first, Baby girl, then I will.” He turned to the right. “There’s a shelf just inside the door. I’ve filled it with dolls, stuffed animals, blocks, and other toys I thought you might enjoy.” He guided her fingertips to the top, helping her know the height. At the end of the shelf, her fingers touched another bumper.Good grief.
“In the corner is a large rocking chair where you can sit on my lap. I’ll feed you and read to you there.”
Feed me?That made no sense, but she didn’t have a chance to ask what he meant because he continued.
“On the right wall is your crib.”
She jerked toward him. “Crib?”
“Yes, Baby girl. I’ll want you to sleep with Daddy at night, but a crib is a perfect place for a Little girl to nap. It will make you feel safe. I even put a bumper around the inside so you won’t bonk into the slats.”
“I don’t need a crib, Daddy,” she whined. She hadn’t slept in a crib since she was an actual baby. Apparently he meant it literally when he called herBaby girl.
He must have sensed her anxiety rising because he turned back toward the corner he’d mentioned, shifted her so she wascradled in his arms, and lowered to sit in the rocking chair. He gently pushed so that they started to rock.
“Daddy…”
“Give Daddy your arm, Little rebel.” He took her right hand in his, pushed up the sleeve, and lined it up with his left wrist before she could think to stop him. She wished she’d been more alert and realized his intention because as soon as the connection was made, there was no stopping the rush of feelings that flooded her system.
He threaded his fingers with hers and gripped so she couldn’t break the contact.
In seconds, she was panting as all the feelings from the last time he’d done this rushed back to her mind. It was so intense. The fluttering in her tummy returned. Her breasts felt heavy. Her private parts tingled. Visions of him stripping her naked and spreading her on his bed consumed her. When he touched her like this, she wanted something she couldn’t even fully identify.
“Daddy…” she whimpered.
“Don’t fight it, Baby girl. Let your body align with mine. It will grow stronger by the minute. We’re Fated, Olivia. For all time. It’s always been this way.”
“But…” she licked her lips. She had no idea what she wanted to say.
Daddy rocked her while he held their connection, not letting her break the bond. Her restlessness increased until she felt warm and desperate.
When he finally released her and broke the connection, she was panting. He didn’t give her long to gather her brain cells though before he set his mark against her cheek.
“I need you to listen to Daddy. I know our customs are not what you’re used to, Baby girl. In addition, you’re not the first Little mate to experience shock over our ways. It’s expected. Butyou will learn to submit to Daddy and let me care for you in every way. Like I said, it has nothing to do with your vision.”
She swallowed. Her body was warming with every second that passed while he rubbed her cheek with his wrist.
“Mates of Alpha Protectors are treated like spun gold, Olivia. Your only job is to obey Daddy and enjoy life. Your submission is something I crave innately, and even though it seems foreign to you right now, I assure you that it will soon simply be a part of your life.”
She remembered he’d said he would feed her in this rocking chair. “Are you going to give me bottles?” she murmured.
“Yes, Baby girl. Feeding you will help us bond. You’ll enjoy it. I promise.”
She twisted around, wishing more than ever she could see what else was in this room. She had a suspicion now. Cribs, bottles, a rocking chair…
He must have sensed her unspoken question. “On the wall across from us is a changing table. Daddy will use it to examine you frequently to make sure you’re healthy, but that’s also where I will dress you. And when I want you to feel really Little, I will diaper you.”
