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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Papi lets the water out and wraps me in a huge fluffy towel before lifting me into his arms. He cradles me like a baby against his chest as he reaches for a toothbrush. Somehow, he manages to put toothpaste on it with only one free hand. What’s even crazier is him holding me with only one hand.

Granted, I’m not very large and he is, but still it feels like I’m nothing more than a feather in his arm.

“Open up, Baby girl. Let’s brush your teeth. Your mouth must taste awful.”

I reach for the toothbrush, but he snags my wrist and holds it at my side. “Let Papi do it.”

Brush my teeth? I open my mouth for him and lean over the strange basin while he does exactly that. This giant of a man brushes my teeth. Why does he even have toothpaste and shampoo and towels and bath soap and all the other items in the kitchen?

As soon as he removes the toothbrush, he angles me closer to the basin. “Spit, Baby girl.”

I get a bit dizzy leaning over, and when he holds a cup of water up to my lips, I struggle to let some into my mouth. I close my lips and whimper.

“Just to rinse, Little one. The water will help. You don’t have to drink any yet. Just swish it around and spit it out.”

I force myself to do as I’m told. The truth is that both his toothpaste and his water felt good in my mouth. They tasted good too even though I didn’t swallow much.

I’m shivering, not from the cold but from the bombardment of sensations and information. Life as I knew it is gone. I’m struggling to grasp that. “I got your shirt all wet,” I whisper. It’s one thing I can focus on.

Papi carries me through the apartment and into a bedroom. The bed is huge, much larger than a California King and so high off the floor I would need a stool to get onto it.

He lowers me gently to the mattress, leaving my legs hanging off the edge, and I watch as he unbuttons his shirt and removes it. He never takes his gaze off me.

I lick my lips. Damn, he is ripped. Like seriously the singularly sexiest man I’ve ever set eyes on.

When he’s done, he leans over me, one hand on either side of me, meeting my gaze. “You’re squinting. Does your head hurt, Baby girl?”

I nod.

“Are you still nauseous?”

I nod again. “A little.” Now that he’s done fussing with me, the room is spinning a bit. I’m tired. I don’t think I’m going to vomit again, but I’m not sure.

“I’m going to give you some medicine for the nausea and let you rest for a bit, but I want to get some fluids into you soon.”

“Okay.” I hope his medicine works. I’m willing to try anything. I lift my hand to my head and groan. “I’m going to have a killer headache tomorrow.”

He smiles. “You won’t, Little one. You won’t even be awake tomorrow. As soon as the doctor clears you, we’ll leave for Eleadia.”

My eyes widen. “Already?”

“Yes.” He sets a hand on my stomach over the towel. “Can you lie very still for me? I’ll be right back. I don’t want you to squirm around and fall off the bed.”

I frown at him. “I’ve never fallen off a bed, Bialar.”

“Papi.”

I roll my eyes, but it makes me dizzy again. “Papi.”

He leaves the room for about fifteen seconds tops, and then he’s back with a small glass jar and a tube of something in his hand. I can’t see either well, but I assume the jar contains the anti-nausea meds.

I purse my lips and rub my temples again. I swear the room is spinning. While my eyes are closed, Papi tugs my towel open. Before I can fully react to the exposure, he turns me sideways and rolls me to my side, facing away from him.

“Papi?”

I hear what I assume is the jar being twisted open and some rustling before Papi speaks. “Bend your top leg and pull it up toward your chest for me, Little one.” He sets his hand on the back of my thigh to guide my leg into the position he wants.

I’m confused and far too exposed.

Papi sets his enormous palm on my hip, holding me down while using his fingers to spread my butt cheeks.

I squirm, trying to dislodge him. I don’t want him looking at that part of me.

“Hold still, Baby girl. Relax your bottom for me.”

Relax my bottom? Why would I do that?

Suddenly, his fingers are right there on my tight hole, slick and wet. “Deep breath, Little one.”

I clench my butt cheeks to no avail, trying to get away from him. But he’s far too strong for me. He’s holding my hip so firmly I can’t move an inch. “What are you doing? Please don’t touch me there.”


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