His Little Topaz – Eleadian Mates Read Online Paige Michaels

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Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45366 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
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My business is attached to my home. Well really, it’s Strogan’s business. He’s a furniture maker. I provide the lumber. I’ve seen Strogan only a few times since we returned. I know he’s settling in next door with his Little girl Chrissy, and he keeps asking me about Kendra, but he hasn’t pushed. She wasn’t ready to meet anyone.

It’s time. I’m leaning over the side of the crib, watching Kendra sleep. She’s so peaceful when she sleeps. I watch her often. It’s better than pacing the house waiting for her to snap out of her funk. At least when she sleeps, her brow unfurrows, and her body relaxes.

She suckles the pacifier like her life depends on it. I think she’s addicted to it. That’s probably fine as long as the doctor doesn’t think it’s an issue. She’ll undoubtedly gradually wean off of it, when she’s awake, over time.

When she starts to squirm, I draw in a deep breath. I love this part. She’s authentic. She wiggles her arms and legs as she slowly comes awake. She usually fills her diaper at this time too, and as I watch, she arches her bottom a bit and releases her bladder.

She sucks harder on the pacifier as though even in her not-quite-lucid state, she’s aware of the diaper she hates. She fists her soft pink blankie in one hand and her doll in the other.

I gave her the doll the day we arrived. It’s soft and cuddly. I’ve snuggled it up to her in the crib every time I’ve put her down to sleep. She totally ignores the doll when she’s awake, but when she’s asleep, she holds it tightly.

I wait for the usual process. First, she whimpers, then she blinks her eyes a few times, then she stares at me for a moment as she remembers where she is and how she got here.

As usual, she jerks her gaze away, drops the doll, and pulls the blankie over her breasts.

I smile at her like I do every time, rubbing her tummy as she comes fully awake. “Good morning, Baby girl.”

She sucks her pacifier and ignores me.

I lower the side of the crib and scoop her up, letting her keep the blankie. After depositing her on the changing table, I go through the routine of removing her diaper, cleaning her skin, and putting a fresh diaper on her.

Her brow is furrowed once again. She’s stubborn, but she can’t hold out on me forever. The only reason she’s been able to this long is because I have not pierced her since we arrived.

It didn’t seem fair to pierce her while she was regaining her strength, but that’s about to change too. As soon as I let my serum enter her, she will soften. She won’t be able to avoid it.

I could force her arousal. I could even force her to orgasm. But I won’t do that. I’ll wait to see what the doctor thinks and work on the bonding serum first. I miss her. Dearly.

“We’re going to the clinic today, Little one. It’s time for your two-week checkup. She’s familiar with the clinic. I took her there as soon as we arrived on Eleadia. She spent most of that exam with her eyes closed, only partly awake.

She frowns and shakes her head, not meeting my gaze.

“Little girls see the doctor regularly on Eleadia, Baby girl. I want to make sure you’re healthy, both physically and emotionally. The two doctors who run the clinic pay very close attention to their patients’ emotional wellbeing.”

She chooses to ignore me as I release her from the changing table, carry her to the kitchen, prepare her a bottle while she rests in the crook of my arm, and settle in the recliner to feed her.

She eats. I’m grateful for that small favor. I really wouldn’t have liked to feed her through a tube down her nose or worse, a longer tube pushed deep into her bottom. I would have done one or the other if she’d refused to eat, but luckily the threat of my methods was enough to nip that argument in the bud.

When the bottle is empty, I roll her against my chest and rock her for a few minutes. It’s the only intimacy I get, her chest against mine, her heart beating in sync with mine, her breathing light against my neck.

I live for these moments. She lets me hold her hand and kiss her fingers without argument. Hell, she does everything without argument. She doesn’t argue or agree to anything. She’s so far inside her head that she’s detached.

The moment I removed the bottle from her mouth, she popped her pacifier back in and went into hiding.

“I love you, Baby girl,” I tell her. I tell her this all the time. I don’t expect her to respond. She won’t. But she needs to know I’m not wavering on my intentions.


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