Total pages in book: 13
Estimated words: 12261 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 61(@200wpm)___ 49(@250wpm)___ 41(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 12261 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 61(@200wpm)___ 49(@250wpm)___ 41(@300wpm)
“I’m eighteen. I just started college,” she explains.
It makes sense now. No wonder I was mateless for so long. My mate had to grow up first. A moment later, she speaks again.
“I want to go home,” she whispers.
The thought of her leaving angers me beyond measure, and I can’t hold back a growl. “Stop trying to get away from me,” my voice comes out rougher than intended, making her flinch, “you belong here and nowhere else. Do you understand?” The possessive need I feel for her is unlike anything I’ve felt in my life. I can’t describe it. All I know is that without her, I will surely die.
“Yes.” She nods, but I know she only agrees because she is scared.
I remind myself that it’s not going to be like this for long. Soon, she won’t be afraid of me. I’ll be her safety net, her protector, and she will understand what it means to be my mate.
“Rest and try to go to sleep. You’ve been through a lot today. We’ll talk about everything tomorrow,” I explain when I’m calm again.
She simply nods, then leans her head back against my chest. She closes her eyes, but her breathing stays quick and choppy, letting me know she is not asleep.
“I-I need to use the bathroom,” she murmurs after a while.
“Okay.” I get up, still not releasing her. I carry her up to the bedroom and into the master bath, where I set her down on her feet in front of the toilet.
Standing in front of each other, our size difference becomes more apparent. Her head doesn’t even reach my shoulder, and in my shirt, she looks like a small child.
I hear her gulp, and when I look up, I catch her staring at my very hard cock. It would be hard for her to miss since it’s pointing straight at her. I bite the inside of my cheek to stop myself from grinning. Her pale white cheeks flush red, and her eyes dart away from my cock.
“I don’t want to have sex with you,” she says, and I don’t miss the tremble in her voice.
“You’ll change your mind.” I can see that she is not convinced. “I’ll be right outside.”
I step out of the bathroom, closing the door behind me. She locks it, making me chuckle. As if some flimsy wooden door would stop me from getting to her. I suppose whatever makes her feel safe right now.
While she is going through the bathroom cabinets, looking for a weapon, I’m sure, I find some pants to wear. I see no qualms in being naked in front of her, but clearly, my nakedness makes her uncomfortable and nervous.
Crossing my arms over my chest, I lean against the wall and wait patiently for her to come out. The lock disengages, and the door slowly opens, creaking as it does.
She peeks her head out first, then opens the door further.
She keeps one of her hands behind her back, and I wonder what she found. My razor? Scissors? I don’t have to wait for the answer long, because a second later, like a raging bull, she is charging at me. With the pair of scissors in her hand, the sharp end pointed straight at me, she dashes forward, aiming for my eye.
Pride fills my chest. My mate may be tiny, but she is fierce.
I snatch her hand a few inches before she reaches my face. Her body is confused by the quick motion, causing her to trip and crash into my chest. Worry weasels its way up my spine, and I wrap my free hand around her middle to keep her steady on her feet.
“I’m sorry,” she blurts out, panic lacing her voice.
She probably thinks I’m angry with her for attacking me. I know she doesn’t believe that I would never harm her. I’d never be mad at her for anything short of trying to leave me, but soon enough, she will. I pry the sharp object from her hand and throw it onto the ground, a few feet away. Pulling her to my chest, I lean down and kiss the crown of her head.
When I pull away to look at her face, confusion reflects back at me. A moment of silence stretches between us, but that is interrupted by the rumbling of her little stomach.
“You are hungry,” I state the obvious. “Come, let me feed you.”
Bending down, I pick her up once more. She lets out a small gasp but wraps her arms around my neck.
“You know I can walk, right?”
“I do know, but I like to carry you. Now, tell me what you like to eat. I will cook you whatever you want.”
“At this point, I’ll literally eat anything.” At her words, I pick up my pace. My mate is starving, and I need to take care of her.