Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 30747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 154(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 154(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
"It's beautiful," he replied, slowly running his fingers over the sparkling fabric. "May I try it on?"
I smiled at the wonder in his gaze. "I can't wait to see it on you. Let's grab a few more things and we'll go to the dressing room."
Andy nodded and draped the red top over his arm. He followed me around the store, leaving the choices up to me. Excited to see them on my beautiful boy, I quickly gathered clothing items before taking him to the fitting rooms. Andy ducked inside and I waited impatiently for the moment which was a millennium in the making.
My heart leapt into my throat when I heard the lock slide and the dressing room door cracked open. Andy's face appeared, and he looked in all directions for onlookers before he stepped out.
"Andy…" My words were stolen from me; my boy was a vision of beauty in a lavender t-shirt and a pair of matching shorts with a lace ruffle sewn on the hem.
"Do I look okay?" he asked shyly.
"You look so much better than okay." The soft color complemented the curves of his body and brought out his dark eyes. "You're stunning. How do you feel?"
"I feel…" He looked down at his outfit as he ran a hand over his shirt. "I feel incredible. I've wanted to try something like this for so long. I've imagined it, dreamed about it, and it's better than I thought it could be. They're just clothes, but they make me feel…complete."
His words made my heart ache with happiness. Andy had spent his whole life being looked down upon and forced to conform to what other people thought he should be. His own family disowned him or made him feel inferior. He was finally free to find his true self, and it was a great thing to witness.
I placed a soft kiss on his lips and brushed my fingers through his hair. "My beautiful boy. May I see more?" He nodded quickly and slipped back into the room.
Every time Andy emerged in a new outfit, his confidence grew. He went from peeking out of the door to strutting out and spinning in circles to give me a clear view. He posed, giggled, and positively glowed.
"I saved the best for last," he announced from behind the door. "Are you ready?"
"I'm ready."
But I wasn't. Nothing could have prepared me for the sight of Andy in the red sequin top and a black skirt that fell mid-thigh. His body was so thick and luscious it made my mouth water.
"And look what's underneath," he added with a playful flick of his eyebrows.
Before I fully understood what he meant, Andy spun around and lifted the back of his skirt, giving me a peek of his pink panties. I never expected the brazen act from my sweet boy; he was definitely feeling more confident. I had to steady myself with a hand to the wall to keep my knees from buckling.
Once my head stopped spinning, I stepped behind Andy and wrapped my arms around his waist. I growled in his ear, "Do you have any idea what you do to me?" I pushed my hips forward, pressing my chick, now hard with lust and need, against his lower back.
Andy gasped. "I do that?"
"Only you, duckling. For the rest of time, only you."
"You…you do that to me, too," he admitted quietly.
His words drew my fangs to full length; they craved his taste, and to claim him as my own. But I knew he wasn't ready for that yet. Instead of biting into his flesh the way I desired, I pressed a gentle kiss to the crook of his neck.
Andy flinched when I grabbed the tags on his clothes and popped them off. "You're wearing this home." I didn't mean to sound so forward; I just couldn't imagine seeing him in anything else when this outfit made him so happy. Luckily, Andy didn't seem to mind. He just nodded excitedly.
I gathered the rest of the items from the dressing room and carried them to the register. I wanted to get my boy home; there was so much more fun waiting for us.
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Andy and I stepped out of the elevator on the third floor of the coven house. We were nearly to the second elevator which would lead up to my apartment when a couple of familiar faces rounded the corner; my Coven Master Nikolai and his mate Izzy.
"Hi, Doctor Bentley!" Izzy greeted with a smile.
"Hello, Izzy. How are you doing today?"
"Great! Daddy made me some oatmeal for breakfast and I tried it even though it looked lumpy and kinda gross. He was so proud of me that he said I could have some donuts too!" Nikolai gave his boy an adoring grin while I chuckled; Izzy loved sweets.
"Well I hope you enjoy them," I replied. "And I'm happy that I ran into you both; there's someone I'd like you to meet." I stood up straighter and proudly told them, "This is my mate Andy."