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“I don’t want to sleep without you, Daddy,” she argued, afraid he meant for her to sleep alone this time.
“Never again, Little doll. You’ll sleep with Daddy when we’re both sleeping. You’ll only use the crib for naps when Daddy can keep an eye on you from another room.”
“Are you going to sleep with me right now?” she asked, hopeful, as he gently placed her on the changing table.
“Yes. We’re both exhausted. We were up half the night. The sun is coming up. We’ll sleep for a while, and then I’ll need to meet with my father and a few other Alphas to decide what to do next.”
“Did you tell them we aren’t going to have the ceremony this morning?”
“Yes, Little one. I already let them know. We’ll postpone it until we decide it’s safe to go down the mountain.”
He lifted her bottom with his hands on her ankles.
“Do I have to wear a diaper, Daddy?”
“Not always. But I expect you to do so without complaint when I decide it’s best.”
“Why is it best right now?” she whined.
“Because you need a full bottle of formula after hours of sex and shifting. And then I want you to sleep without being disturbed. The diaper will allow you to do that.”
She turned her head toward the wall. “I’d rather not use it.”
He cleaned her sensitive skin with several damp clothes before rubbing protective cream all over her folds and securing the thick diaper around her waist. “You’ll use it, Little one.” His voice was filled with the commanding tone she was growing to know meant he would not be arguing this particular issue any longer.
“Yes, Sir.”
He lifted her into his arms, carried her back to his room, and sat her in a huge armchair next to the window. “Don’t move while I change the sheets, Little doll.”
“Okay, Daddy.” She watched as he moved around the room, stripping the bed and replacing the sheets. Her face heated as she saw how wet the sheets were, soaked from his come and hers, their sweat, and the faint evidence of him taking her virginity.
When he was done, he lifted her into his arms again and deposited her in the middle of the bed. “Lie down. I’ll get you a bottle.”
While he was gone, she crawled to the side of the bed, snagged Molly and her pacifier from the nightstand, and snuggled up right in the center of the mattress where he seemed to like her.
She was naked except for her diaper, but she didn’t care. She liked having his skin against hers when he held her. It was so much nicer than having a nightie between them.
He returned a few minutes later, shaking a bottle. He turned off the lights, climbed in next to her, and brought the nipple to her lips. “Drink, Little doll.”
She hummed around the nipple as she sucked. She hadn’t realized how thirsty she was until she started draining the bottle. It tasted so good, and she noticed her trembling subsided as she took in the calories.
He only had to jiggle the nipple a few times when it was almost empty to encourage her to finish all of it before he set it aside, guided her paci from her hand to her mouth, and tucked her doll into her arms.
Suzette had never felt so fantastic in her life as she did when he turned her to her side and spooned her from behind. He even kissed her neck. “I love you to pieces, Little doll,” he whispered.
She was surprised by his words of love, and she wanted to respond, but the pacifier kept her from answering, and seconds later, she fell into a deep sleep.
Chapter Twelve
“How is she?” Arion asked several hours later when Brock finally extricated himself from the bed, snagged his phone and the monitor, and left his sleeping mate to continue her slumber.
“She’s amazing.” He smiled as he stepped into the living room and lowered himself into the armchair. Surprisingly, he felt rested. Even though he’d been up nearly all night, he’d slept hard with her in his arms.
“I know Jezebel will be glad to hear that. She’s been bugging me from the moment I told her Suzette had been abducted.”
Brock winced. “Didn’t you send her into a panic?”
“No. I waited until you had her in your home to tell her. Because yes, she would have lost it,” Arion admitted.