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Chapter Eight

There were no words to describe the total and utter bliss Molly felt as Gavin thrust into her. Maybe there had been a twinge of discomfort, but really it had just been tightness, and she welcomed that grip because it caused every nerve ending inside her channel to come to life.

If she thought it had felt nice having him suckle her nipples or put his mouth on her pussy, that had been nothing compared to the moment he pushed a finger into her. And now this.

It was as if he belonged inside her. They fit together as though it were destined, and it was. According to Fate, Molly had always been his from the beginning of time. She would never doubt Her choices again. That was for sure.

Tremors that had already existed before he entered her simply continued, growing in strength. She vaguely understood what an orgasm was after the two he’d given her before, but she didn’t think the euphoria was supposed to go on and on like this without end.

She gasped when Gavin pulled out, her eyes going wide as she reached for him. “Gavin…”

He kissed her lips and flipped her over, pulling her hips up and lining his thick length with her opening from behind.

Molly fisted the sheets, trying to keep from being shoved forward. She arched her head back as the room filled with a loud growl. It wasn’t him. It came from her. It was primal and demanding. Her wolf wanted everything he would give her.

Her breasts swayed heavily as she did everything she could to brace herself and take every thrust.

Gavin’s mouth came down on her shoulder. He kissed her there, but then he nipped her skin, the slight pain driving her need shockingly higher.

Suddenly, he rose onto his knees, grabbed her hips, and cried out her name. “Molly…” He reached under her with one hand to pinch one of her nipples. “Come, Little one. Now.”

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.”

At least she wasn’t crazy. Something about this wasn’t quite right.

“Yeah… Okay… Uh huh… Thanks.”

“Daddy,” she whispered. “What’s wrong with me?” She wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Nothing, Little one. Every transition is different. I think yours is just happening faster than usual. I’m going to take your temperature again. Can you be brave for me?”

She nodded. She didn’t like having him push that dumb thermometer in her bottom, but she would endure it if he thought it was necessary.

This time when he lowered her onto her side, she didn’t fight him. She accepted the pillow he tucked in front of her, hugged it close and pressed her ear against it. When she covered her other ear with her hand, some of the ringing stopped.

She pouted, but she didn’t argue as her Daddy opened her diaper, parted her cheeks, and eased the rod into her bottom again.

Daddy soothed her with gentle touches and soft words she couldn’t fully hear. Finally he was done, and she was back in his arms.

“I think you will shift soon, Molly. You’ll be so much more comfortable after your first shift. The fever is making you delirious.”

She snuggled into him, breathing easier when he wrapped a soft blanket around her.

He even pressed it against her ear and kissed her forehead.

A moment later, something tapped her lips, and she opened them, thinking he was going to feed her more.

The expected nipple popped into her mouth, but when she sucked, nothing came out.

Daddy rolled her against his chest so that their bare skin was flush against each other.

Everything he did calmed her further, and she was grateful for his insight.

Maybe all matings were like this, and he knew exactly what to do.

But she suspected something about hers was different.

She knew it was because he’d called his brother in confusion.

She dozed off for a while, waking up only when he took her temperature again. She whimpered, hating the fact that he’d lowered her to the bed once more. And she nearly panicked when she realized she’d wet her diaper.

Daddy brought his lips near her ear and lifted the blanket just enough to speak to her. “I’ve got you, Baby girl. Forever and always. Lean on me.”

She squeezed her eyes tighter. She hated opening them. She couldn’t block out the ringing, but she could keep her eyes closed so she didn’t have to see anything.

Daddy was quick to get her temperature, put a new diaper on her, and bundle her back up in his arms. He brought his mouth to her ear again. “You’re burning up, Little one. Do you still want the blanket?”

She nodded, not willing to release the pacifier. She didn’t care that she was hot. She only cared that she was cocooned.

More pacing. More resting. Something was happening to her. She assumed her body was preparing to shift. That was expected. But why was she so…off?

The next time he lowered her to the bed to take her temperature, something was different. She was hotter than ever, but she also found herself aroused.

Maybe he accidentally brushed her skin with his mark. Her breath hitched, and she pushed the nipple out of her mouth, yanked the blanket away from her body, and reached back for his hand—the one holding her cheeks apart. “Daddy…” she moaned.

“Molly?”