Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45266 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45266 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
As if her body was no longer her own, it obeyed him, a powerful orgasm shaking her entire frame while he growled low and loud, filling her with his essence.
It seemed very loud in the room. She figured her ears were ringing from the sound of Gavin’s primal growl and the wild beat of their hearts. She was aware of both.
When he eased out of her, he wrapped his arms around her and lifted her, turning her around to pull her against his chest as he stood and moved away from the bed.
She had no idea where he was taking her, nor did she care. A few seconds later, she was aware of water running, and she turned her gaze toward the sound just before he stepped into the shower.
“Shh, Baby girl. I’ve got you. Deep breaths. Your heart is racing, Little one.”
She tried to inhale deeply, but it was hard. She was hyperventilating.
“Breathe with me, Molly,” he ordered. “Come on. In…”
She didn’t think she could possibly follow his order, but apparently her body had other ideas and knew who its Alpha was. She found herself inhaling and exhaling every breath with him.
“Good girl.” He let the water run down both of them, keeping her face out of the stream. She had no idea if it was hot or cold. It didn’t matter. It was blocking out the sounds. Why were her ears ringing so loudly?
Gavin stroked her skin and rocked her. “That’s my girl. So perfect. So beautiful.”
She thought he might have washed her, but it was hard to focus. She was so hot. Burning up. As if she had a fever. Her eyes wouldn’t stay open. She kept trying, but it wasn’t worth the effort.
He kept talking to her, but it seemed like he was far away or maybe it was hard to hear him over the ringing in her ears. It didn’t matter. He took care of everything. He dried her off and carried her out of the bathroom.
She managed to whimper when he put her down, but he rolled her to her side and held her in place with a firm hand on her hip. “I need to take your temperature, Little one. Hold still for Daddy.”
She fought him futilely, not understanding until he held her butt cheeks open, exposing her tight hole. When realization dawned, she struggled to get away from him, but she was no match. He held her steady as he pressed something hard and cold into her bottom.
“No, Daddy,” she cried.
“Shh. Be a good girl for Daddy. Stay still. It should take hours for your temperature to rise in preparation for your transition, but you seem really hot to me.”
She gave up the fight but sniffled while he held that horrible thermometer in her bottom.
Finally, he removed it, and she blew out a breath. Why were her eyes so heavy? Why were her ears seemingly clogged? His voice was wrong. Distant. White noise seemed to muffle everything he said.
He gently rolled her onto her back and lifted her hips to push something under her. When he pulled it up between her legs, she fought him again. “No, Daddy, no.”
“Yes, Little one. You need to take a bottle, and you’re so hot.” His voice sounded concerned.
He picked her up again, cradling her in his arms. His skin, which had earlier felt warmer than hers, now felt cool to the touch. Did she have a fever?
He carried her through the house, rocking her constantly. When something tapped her lips, she opened her mouth and eagerly accepted the nipple, sucking frantically. So thirsty. She drained the bottle.
“Good girl.”
Cool air hit her moments before the strange ringing in her ears grew almost painful. She screamed and covered her ears.
“Molly. Fuck. What the hell?”
She fought against him, screaming louder. Were they outside?
She forced her eyes open, confirming they were on the back deck. Keeping her hands over her ears, she shook her head.
The moment he carried her back into the house the pain eased. She gasped for breath. “Please don’t do that again,” she begged, sobbing.
“Okay, Little one. I won’t.” He held her close, bouncing her gently.
Finally, she was able to lower her hands and rest against his chest. Her heart slowed. She knew it did because so did his. Their hearts were beating in sync. She assumed her anxiety was making his heart beat rapidly with hers, but she didn’t understand anything that was happening.
Suddenly, Gavin was speaking. “Hey, Felix. Yeah, need your help.”
It took a moment to realize he was on the phone. Felix was his brother. Why was he calling his brother?
“It’s Molly. I don’t think her transition stage is normal. She was overheated within seconds of consummation, and I think she’s in pain. Her head hurts or something. She’s in obvious distress. She keeps covering her ears. When I took her outside, she screamed as if it hurt. The air or something.”