Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 76943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Daddy looked like he wanted to laugh but he remembered his manners as he opened all the buttons. “You said he’s fine?”
“Yep. Human medicine and magic, and poof, his mate didn’t want to kill him again.” We couldn’t fix that.
“I can imagine.” Shaking his head, Daddy helped me out of my shirt and hung it up carefully because he was a good Daddy. “Well, I promise not to want to kill you if you get bonked.”
Daddy sighed and looked right at me. “But please do your best not to get bonked.”
Cocking his head, Daddy frowned. “Especially around here because I haven’t heard anyone else mention medicine aside from you.”
“Me?” Looking down, I gave a big Daddy frown. “Just me?”
“Yes.” Daddy crossed his arms and gave me his silly frown. “And you’re not just anything. You’re my mate.”
Daddy was so funny.
Dragons were so funny.
“Yes, Daddy.” I was a dragon’s mate, so that made me special. “I’ll be careful. I won’t hurt your mate.”
He almost laughed and had to push his lips together. “Thank you. He’s very important to me and I’m going to keep him.”
“I’m your hoard.” Dragons were so funny. Daddy smiled big. “Special hoard.”
“The most special hoard.” My dragon kissed me and looked very dragon talking about his hoard. “I’d hide you away and keep you locked up if I could.”
’Cause he was a dragon…and that was just what they did.
“But you can’t.” I shrugged when Daddy sighed as he reached for my pants. “Can’t lock up your mate.”
Daddy pouted. “I know. I’ll remember.”
But he’d be sad.
Hmm.
Leaning close, I whispered. “We can play pretend.”
“Oh?” Daddy tried to look innocent but he was too silly for that. “Really? We could do that?”
Daddy liked playing pretend.
We could play good pretend.
Hmm.
“Oh.” I was a good boy and held Daddy’s shoulders as he took my pants off. “My dragon could swoop down and steal me. On the ground.”
Daddy nodded and looked Daddy serious. “On the ground. How about when we play pretend, my little dragon swoops down?”
“No.” He was so silly but he was a good helper and took off my sticky undies. “Big dragons swoop and little dragons cuddle and play.”
Everyone knew that.
The littles told me.
Daddy’s head tilted but he knew I was right because he nodded. “That makes sense. I understand.”
’Cause the littles were smart…we just weren’t going to tell Daddy they were naughty too.
He might not let me play with them if he knew they were sneaky.
Chapter 9
Pierce
For a mage, he had suspiciously firm opinions on how dragons were supposed to behave…but I decided I didn’t want to know. “Thank you for explaining it to me.”
I was, however, going to keep a close eye on my fascinating little mate.
A little mate who was much more relaxed about everything when he was little.
“I’ll probably have more questions but we need bubbles and you need water.” Figuring out the details behind what big dragons did and what little dragons did would have to wait until more important things were handled first.
Merritt nodded and seemed confident in the plan until I tossed the cum-soaked undies in the sink. “Daddy?”
“Yes?” I tried to sound casual and confident, but I couldn’t help wondering if something had pushed him back to worrying.
“Are you sticky?” His question was delivered with utter innocence, so I kept that in mind as I answered.
“Yes.” Responding with anything else would’ve been confusing. “I wanted to get you settled first. Then I’ll handle that.”
“No.” Little Merritt was settling firmly into stubborn Merritt. “No stickies. They’re yucky.”
Did he realize I’d need to get naked for that?
Nothing in our previous limits conversation said that would be an issue, but the night hadn’t gone quite as I’d expected. “Okay. Bubbles then I’ll fix the stickies.”
He wanted to tell me no again but bubbles seemed to be too tempting to deny. “Okay.”
He was the most stubbornly adorable little ever.
“Perfect.” Until it wasn’t and then we’d fix whatever he got stubborn about next. “Good job telling me what you want and what you’re thinking about.”
Kissing his nose had him trying not to giggle. “Silly Daddy.”
Oh yes.
But just for my boy.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” But I did know about making bubbles from shampoo and how to grab a bottle of water from the minifridge.
My welcoming committee of women, who’d seemed to be the local grandma brigade, had dropped off a variety of things that were going to come in handy now. “Alright, do you need help?”
He started to shake his head, more focused on the bubbles piling up in the tub, but then he went very still and turned back to the bottle of water. “Oh, Daddy.”
Oh, Daddy what?
Looking down at the bottle, I frowned. “Do you need a straw? A cup?”
“Naughty water.” Shaking his head, he frowned and gave the bottle his building a bubble look.