Page 12 of His Little Hessonite

He flinches. “It’s not a prison, Clara. It’s a crib. It’s a safe place to sleep. All of our females sleep in cribs, Baby girl. It keeps them from falling out of bed and getting hurt.”

I’m so stunned it’s hard to speak. “I haven’t fallen out of bed since I was a newborn, Kalbrac. I don’t need you to put me in a crib to protect me.”

He’s been unbuttoning his shirt while speaking, and now he removes it entirely. I realize he’s going to change in front of me. The idea intrigues me. I’m almost distracted from my cage.

Kalbrac appears even larger without his shirt on. His chest is so broad. His pecs are chiseled from stone. His six-pack would make any woman drool. I’ve only seen two Eleadians so far. Dankin appeared to be the same size as Kalbrac. Are all of them this large and this built? According to rumors, yes, but it’s still shocking to witness.

“I want you to know some of our customs, Little one, so you won’t be shocked when we get home.” He bends to remove his shoes. Is he going to take off his pants next?

Ignoring his statement, I lick my lips. My libido is in overdrive. The man is ripped. He’s taking my mind off the fact that I just learned there’s a tumor in my head. That should be freaking me out. I suspect I’m relatively calm from the lingering effects of whatever he injected me with.

My eyes bug out, and I stop breathing as Kalbrac removes his pants. He’s commando underneath, and holy fuck… His erection is enormous and jutting out. I’ve only had two partners, but neither of them had a cock as large as that. Not even close.

I should have realized his shaft would be big. It would have to be proportionate with the rest of his body. Duh. But how on Earth could he possibly put that inside me?

I squeeze my legs together and draw my knees up to my chest, hugging them, trying to keep the blanket all around me.

Papi grabs a pair of loose black pants from a shelf and puts them on. It’s almost a shame. I kind of liked the view even though it caused renewed panic. I’m stunned by how casually he stripped in front of me, but I probably shouldn’t have been surprised considering how casually he strippedmein the doctor’s office.

Papi lowers the side of the crib and squats down so we’re at eye level. He sets his hands on either side of me, not touching me. “You’re shocked by my size, yes?”

I nod. My mouth is dry.

“I’ve heard that human females worry about being able to take their mates into their bodies. I can assure you your channel will stretch to accommodate me.”

I’m not sure I believe him. My vagina felt tight around one of his fingers. How could he possibly put that enormous erection inside me?

“This is what you will see me wearing from now on. All of our males dress in loose pants made of the sumach plant. It’s the same material as the blanket you’re clutching.” He smiles.

I rub the material. “It’s very soft.”

“Everything that touches your skin will be soft like that, Baby girl.” He rises and scoops me up, cradling me again.

“You don’t have to carry me everywhere. I’m fine now. I can walk.”

He kisses my temple. “I will carry you a lot, Little one. Mostly because I enjoy holding you.” He tugs the blanket away from my chest and rolls me toward him so that my naked breasts press against his pecs.

I close my eyes for a moment because it feels so nice. I like being skin-to-skin with him. It’s oddly soothing. I sigh.

“My touch will keep you calm,” he says as if he’s read my mind. “I can force you to relax like I did before with my quill, but often my touch will be sufficient. Our bond will increase the more time we are skin-to-skin like this.”

He carries me to the other side of the room, and I open my eyes when I hear water running. I squirm to look at what he’s doing.

“I’m filling the basin so I can give you a bath, Baby girl. It’s important for me to wash your entire body and your hair with our water.”

“Your water?”

“Yes. We bring our water from Eleadia. It’s far more pure than any water you have on Earth. I’ve heard some females say it feels like a fountain of youth. You’ll feel healthier as soon as the impurities are washed off your body. You’ll feel even better after you drink it and we get your digestive tract cleaned out.”

Papi pulls the blanket away from me and lowers me into the water. The basin is perfectly sized for me to recline in with my legs bent. It’s deep and wide enough. It’s also high off the floor.

I trail my fingers through the water. It does feel nice. Once again I’m aware of feeling calmer than I should. I tip my head back to look at him. “Why is it so high off the floor? I would need a ladder to get into it.”

He chuckles. “You will never climb into the basin without me, Baby girl. I will always put you in it and wash you myself.”

I gasp. “I can bathe myself, Papi.”

He bends to kiss my forehead. “I bet you’ve done a fabulous job for thirty-five years, but you won’t wash your own body from now on. Papi will do it.”