Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 76887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Paxton didn’t seem to need my input to keep going, but I was enjoying his touch and his voice, so I was perfectly content. “Are mages so frustrating because they’re jealous they’re not pretty too? Is that why they seem to have a compulsion to fuck with nature? Oops. To mess with nature. Language.”
I kept my laughter to myself that time but he huffed. “I heard that. Or I did something. You have to stop giggling at me in this form because that’s cheating. Or rude. Or something.”
I was not going to promise that, so I just shifted around and licked his nipple.
Oops.
He flopped back on the bed in shock, his eyes going wide again. “Daddy. That’s. You’re not. You’re not human now. You can’t do that.”
I was pretty sure we’d found a new yellow at the very least, so I nodded and pushed an apology through the bond. Paxton was still dumbfounded and not thinking about anything else, but he shook his head. “No. It’s fine. Wait. Why do I know you apologized?”
And his brain was off again.
Suddenly, my poor attempt at teasing had been pushed to the back of his mind and figuring out how he knew what he knew was primary. “You apologized and I knew what you were feeling. How?”
Was that a question I was supposed to answer or was he talking to himself?
Pushing a picture of my human self through the bond, I waited and was amazed when he shook his head as he sat back up. “No. Telling me in words would be cheating. You have to stay like this until I figure it out.”
Having a scientist for a mate was going to be more interesting than I’d thought.
But I was a good Daddy and a good mate and just let him give me my pets and snuggles while he worked.
Paxton seemed to understand how difficult my restraint was and kissed my head. “You’re so patient. Thank you, Daddy.”
Yep, snuggles were hard work and it was nice to be appreciated.
“Okay, what do I know?” He scoffed to himself. “I know I’m keeping a notebook on my side of the bed going forward, that’s what I know.”
He had a side of the bed?
Hmm.
I guessed he really did grasp that I was going to keep him.
“Something made you happy.” He made his frustrated thinking sounds as his brain turned that round and round. “Alright. You don’t seem to vocalize as a human in this form, which makes sense because of the different body structure.”
Yep.
He hummed and sighed as his hand kept stroking over my head. “You would need additional forms of communication because it’s necessary for survival. Options would be a secondary language constructed of sounds you can vocalize in this body. Maybe pheromones but I don’t think that’s reasonable. I don’t think your body has the right structure to make something like sign language be a natural evolutionary step.”
He was working through wonderful options and hearing his thought process was fabulous. I wanted to shift back and tell him how proud of him I was but that wasn’t what he wanted. So I was patient physically and just pushed pride thought the bond.
“Now you’re proud of me.” Frowning, he cocked his head. “I’m feeling what you are and not seeing it visually. You didn’t move because I asked you to stay in this form, so you were doing your best to stay still for me.”
His brows pulled together as his fingers came up and caressed lightly over my head. “It’s some kind of telepathic connection.”
Was that a question or just him talking to his bug again?
At some point he was going to realize that I needed more to go on…right?
Chapter 15
Paxton
“Now you’re questioning something.” But what? “Oh. I asked you to stay still and in this form and then I kept asking other things.”
Well, I could understand how it’d come across like a question.
“And more giggles.” He really was a happy dinosaur.
Dragon.
It was somehow culturally questionable to call them dinosaurs even if Fraser seemed to agree with it.
Yes, it had to be something telepathic based on all the evidence. He wasn’t moving nearly enough for me to guess what he was feeling. He was too still in general and his facial expressions weren’t something I was familiar with yet.
“It’s mostly emotionally based communication with pictures being possible?” He still wasn’t responding but I thought that was more about him being stubborn than him being helpful.
He was also slightly dramatic about the amount of cuddles he wanted in his current form.
“I think I’m missing something, though.” I was close because I could still feel how proud he was and how giggly he was. “Alright, since I can’t do proper experiments or even take good notes, I will admit that human conversational questions are necessary at this point.”