His Little Topaz – Eleadian Mates Read Online Paige Michaels

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal Tags Authors:
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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 God, he said I’m his.

“Do you think you could drink something, Little one?”

I shake my head, which is a horrible idea. My head hurts. The room spins. “No. It would probably make me throw up again.”

I blink at my surroundings as he steps farther into the room. We’re in a living room with enormous furniture, heading for a kitchen area.

“I’m going to run you a bath first then. The water will soothe you. I’ll give you some antinausea medicine after that and then fluids.”

A bath sounds heavenly, assuming I don’t end up throwing up in the water. Or drown. I’m grateful he’s going to take me to a bathroom though. At least I can lock the door and regroup before facing him again.

He keeps walking into the kitchen area. Before I know it, he’s standing at a huge basin that’s like a giant sink. He turns on the water, holds his hand under the stream, adjusts it several times, and puts a stopper in the bottom.

“What is this?” I’m confused.

“Your bath, Little one.”

I glance around, perplexed. “This isn’t a bathroom.” Plus, this counter is so high off the floor I would never be able to get into the odd basin.

“We don’t have bathrooms, Baby girl. This is where we bathe our females.” He turns off the water.

This is where we bathe our females…

Surely he misspoke.

No bathrooms? I know I’m drunk, but how am I so badly not understanding him?

The man sits me carefully on the counter next to the odd tub. Keeping one hand on my waist, he uses the other to remove my silver heels. “How do you walk in these things?”

I’m fighting nausea, but I manage to respond, “Years of practice.”

He chuckles. “Why?”

I shrug, which isn’t a good idea.

He rubs my foot before switching to the other heel. “No more heels for you, Baby girl. They give me a heart attack.”

I frown. Everything he says is confusing. Is he seriously dictating what footwear he’s going to ban from my life?

My heart rate speeds up. I’ve been coming to Club Zoom for weeks in hopes of escaping the harsh reality that is my life. Now that I’m here in this man’s apartment, I’m wondering if I’ve badly misjudged and gotten myself into a worse predicament than the one I’d been facing.

I’m not stupid. I may be drunk and disoriented, but a part of me is suddenly very sober at the reality of my situation. He has claimed me. He wouldn’t have brought me upstairs if he had any intention of letting me leave.

This is what I’ve dreamed about for weeks. This is what I want. I’m scared out of my mind, but I feel confident my new fate can’t be worse than my old fate.

“Arms up, Baby girl.” His hands are on the hem of my slinky dress. Once again, I’m not even sitting on the material. My butt is exposed. The only thing I’m wearing under this dress is a tiny black thong. I don’t even have a bra on.

I blink at him. “It’s too fast. Give me a second.” I try to catch my breath.

He lifts my chin with one finger, meeting my gaze. “I need to wash the vomit out of your hair, Little one, and I promise the water will make you feel ten times better. We bring our water from Eleadia. It’s much cleaner than yours. It will feel like a fountain of youth.” He smiles.

I’m trembling. “I’m not ready for you to see me naked,” I admit.

“Ah.” He smiles broader. “You won’t be able to hide your body from me, Little one. I will know every inch of you inside and out within the hour.”

I’m panting. His words are weird. They make no sense. I lick my dry lips. “Are you going to fuck me?”

He flinches, brows drawn together. “No, Little one. Not today. Not until we get to my planet. And I don’t like that word. Not the intention or the tone. When we make love, you will enjoy every moment of it.”

I gasp. “You intend to strip me butt-ass naked and wash my body, but you’re not going to fuck me?”

He steps closer, his hands on my hips. “I’m going to wash your mouth out too, and if you cuss again, my palm will be making rapid contact with your sexy bottom even if you are drunk.”

My breath hitches. My heart is still racing. For some reason I can’t explain, the thought of him bending me over his thighs and spanking my ass turns me on. “Are you telling me I can’t fucking cuss?”

His brows lift high on his head. “That’s exactly what I’m telling you, and since you heard me clearly, you’ve earned your first spanking. Five swats. I’ll wait until you aren’t close to vomiting to discipline you, but I will add five swats for every curse word you use. It’s not appropriate for pretty Little girls to cuss. It’s not tolerated.”


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