Page 12 of Hayes (Alpha Daddies #7)

Chapter Ten

Rylee blinked her eyes open, confused about where she was for a second before she inhaled deeply and smiled. She was in her mate’s arms. He was spooning her from behind, so she couldn’t see his face yet, but she didn’t need to see him to know he was wrapped all around her.

His embrace was weighing her down and making her too warm, but she didn’t want to complain because she’d never felt so alive in her life. She’d slept harder than ever. Perhaps because she’d been exhausted from her transition and shift. Perhaps because he’d made her feel so safe.

The blinds weren’t closed, so she could see the sun was high in the sky.

She suspected she’d been asleep for eight hours.

For a moment, she thought she would wiggle free of him and make her way to the bathroom, but when she adjusted her weight, she realized she wasn’t as naked as she’d thought.

Nothing was covering her chest except his arms, but she was diapered.

Her cheeks heated. She wasn’t just wearing a diaper. It was full and heavy and warm between her legs. She’d used it. She’d wet herself—probably more than once—in the night without being aware. It also occurred to her that she didn’t need to pee. She’d already done so.

Hayes’s arms tightened around her as his lips came to her neck where he kissed her. “I can feel your panic rising, Little one. What’s wrong?”

She pursed her lips, not wanting to admit what was bothering her.

Hayes…Daddy. She’d thought of him as Daddy and called him that all day yesterday. It had grown on her. Now that she was more awake and lucid, the idea of using that endearment unsettled her a bit. Perhaps combined with the diaper she was wearing and the number of bottles he’d fed her.

He rolled her to her back and smiled down at her. “You may have an amazing sense of smell, but I still have the ability to tell when my mate is unnerved.” He set a palm on her chest between her breasts, reminding her that she was naked—except for the full diaper. That thought never left her mind.

He kissed her gently. “I will always know when your heartrate is elevated and when your pulse picks up. Our connection is strong and will grow with every passing day. That bond allows me to sense things about you even from another room. You can feel my emotions, too, Little one.”

Rylee nodded. He was right. She could. He’d been calm until she’d woken him up with her stress.

“Talk to me, Little one.”

“I don’t need a diaper,” she blurted.

He stroked her cheek, staring at her with furrowed brows. “Ahh, that’s what’s got you all upset?” Holding himself up by one elbow, he lowered his other hand from her chest down to the diaper. When he cupped the front of it and squeezed as if to confirm it was full, she whimpered.

“Do you remember what I said yesterday about submitting to me, Baby girl?”

She nodded slightly. She remembered, but she wasn’t sure how she felt about it today. She’d been feverish and enamored with him. She’d probably agreed to things she wouldn’t have under ordinary circumstances.

She’d been so bold yesterday. Nothing like herself.

Had that all been part of the transition?

At least her sense of smell wasn’t as out of control this morning.

She was still aware of their combined pheromones, however, and as he held her gaze, she realized she was succumbing to the need to have him inside her again.

“Spread your legs wider for me, Rylee,” Daddy commanded in a gentle tone that seemed incongruent with his words.

She whimpered as she parted for him. It wasn’t as if her thighs had been pressed together. That wasn’t possible with the bulky material between them.

“Good girl.”

Those two words made her pussy clench. She wanted to please him on a level she’d never imagined, and she liked the way it made her feel when he praised her.

Without taking his gaze off hers, he unfastened the sides of her diaper, lowered the front, and tugged it out from under her. The covers slid away, exposing her as he reached to toss the used diaper over the side of the bed.

Rylee pulled her knees together, embarrassed for a variety of reasons, mostly because of how much she’d wet herself but also because she was naked and so very aroused.

Daddy grabbed something from the nightstand before returning to the same position on his side next to her. He held a wet cloth in his hand. “Legs, naughty girl. I didn’t say you could close them.”

Her breath hitched, and her mouth went dry as she parted her thighs slowly. Disobeying him wasn’t an option, and though he didn’t use a tone that insinuated he was truly disappointed or angry when he called her naughty, it wasn’t the same as when he called her his good girl. She liked that better.

He reached between her legs and gently wiped her skin clean.

She was panting as he dropped the cloth over the side of the bed to join the diaper.

When he returned, his hand slid between her legs, and the barest tips of his fingers touched her sensitive folds. “I can smell your arousal, Baby girl. It’s potent.”

Why couldn’t she also smell her need as strongly as him? Of all the scents filling her nose this morning, her own wasn’t overwhelming. And yet, Daddy seemingly noticed hers.

“What did I say last night about diapering you, Little one?”

She licked her lips, shocked that he wanted her to reiterate something like that. She was almost too overcome with arousal to focus.

Daddy’s fingers stopped touching her swollen pussy, hovering just out of reach, making her squirm. She realized he was waiting for her to answer him. Darn it.

She swallowed. “You said you will decide when to diaper me.”

“That’s right. After your shift, you were really out of it, Little one. If I had brought you to bed without a diaper, you probably would have wet yourself, don’t you think?” He lifted a brow.

She lowered her gaze. “Yes, Sir.” He might have been right, but that was hard to admit. She hadn’t wet herself since she’d been potty trained eighteen years ago. She’d also never transitioned and experienced her first shift.

“There’s no reason to be embarrassed. Not about using a diaper or being naked or your arousal.” He stroked her folds again.

Rylee arched into his touch, lifting her hips off the mattress. She wanted him with nearly as much force as all the times they’d had sex yesterday. How was she not still sated from rolling around in this bed half the day?

He smiled. Could he read her mind? “New mates among my people spend a lot of time having sex, Little one. That’s why Alpha Protectors take about a month off from patrol rotation. We spend every waking moment with our mates. Most of that time, we’ll be all or mostly naked.”

Her panting increased.

He eased a finger into her as if to emphasize his point. “I’m going to take you right now, and then I’m going to feed you. Guess what we’re going to do after that, Baby girl?” His voice sounded silly. Was he teasing her?

“What, Daddy?” she asked.

“Fuck again.” He lowered his lips to hers and kissed her deeply. If it weren’t for his palm pressing against her pelvis, holding her in place, she probably would have flown off the bed.

Daddy thrust two fingers into her, curled the tips, and dragged them across the front of her channel, making her eyes roll back. He did the same thing two more times. That’s all it took to send her flying out of her body.

Her orgasm made the room spin, and he lifted his lips off hers just in time for her to scream loud enough to scatter all the wildlife in the area. Before she could catch her breath, he climbed over her, threaded his fingers with hers, and lined up their marks.

Her pussy was still pulsing from her release when he pressed their combined hands against the mattress over her head, forcing their marks to align in a way that made her heart beat out of her chest. She needed him. Now.

“Daddy…”

He thrust into her all at once, filling her channel to the hilt. The stretch was tight even after all the sex they’d had yesterday, but she didn’t care. It felt amazing. Nothing in her life could have prepared her for the kind of euphoria she would experience with her mate.

Suddenly, she didn’t care about the diapers or the bottles. She only cared about how he made her feel. If it pleased him to take care of her so intimately, she should let him. Caring for her was obviously in his blood.

Submitting to him came naturally. She hadn’t expected to submit as deeply as he demanded, but she would learn to obey him without hesitation. She would please him. Earning his praise was a priority.