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CHAPTER 17

L aw scanned the parking lot as he guided Lovelyn to his truck. Lifting her onto the seat, he buckled her in, tugging on the seatbelt twice to ensure it was secure. He waited for her to protest his overprotectiveness.

Excessive? Maybe, but he had learned the hard way not to take chances with the people he cared about — and he cared about Lovelyn deeply.

She’d giggled all the way to the truck. It sounded musical, like tiny bells, and it was the cutest damn thing he’d ever heard. Even though she wasn’t drunk, he had swept her into his arms and carried her bridal style the rest of the way to his truck.

The Musketiaras had celebrated their newly extended bedtime with a drink Lovelyn had told them about called a Red Hot Lemon Drop. He stopped her after two. He didn’t want to risk the Fireball Cinnamon Whiskey going straight to her head. His fairy cat drank just enough to relax her, which would help her enjoy the rest of the afternoon.

Once he was sure she was fastened in and settled, he asked, “Are you ready to go, fairy cat?”

She nodded, reaching up to adjust her new Musketiara crown, only to gasp in realization that it wasn’t there. “Oh no! I forgot my crown! I can’t leave without it, Daddy. What if they think I don’t want it? They’ll take it back. That can’t happen.”

Lovelyn reached to unclasp her seatbelt, but Law stayed her hand. She tried and failed to pull her hand from his grasp. “Daddy! I have to go back inside and get it.”

“You stay where I put you, little girl. I’ll go get your tiara. Do not unhook that seatbelt. I’ll be right back.”

“You’re… you’re the best Viking Daddy ever. How can I ever thank you?”

“Mm-hmm. You just be a good girl and wait for me until I get back. You can thank me when we get home.”

She nodded, but he engaged the childproof safety lock just to be sure.

When he went back inside, Connor and Gage were helping Hutch clean up. They grinned when he headed for the tiara on the closest table.

“Figured you’d be back. I like your girl, by the way. You two are a good pair,” Connor said.

Though unnecessary, it still felt good to have his brother’s approval.

Gage agreed. “Yep. I’d say she's one of the good ones.”

Hutch smirked. “If I agree too, will it get me punched?”

Law laughed. He was man enough to admit he was over the top when it came to men, even the brothers he trusted with his life, getting too close to his Lovelyn. “Rain check,” he said. “I’m in a hurry to get my girl home.”

He didn’t wait to hear what his brothers would say next as he headed back out to his truck. He had a new game to introduce to his girl.

Once they were home, he helped her choose a place of honor in her room for her crown. “Change into something comfortable and warm. We’re going to have some fun outside.”

She perked up, and that tell-tale flush spread across her chest. Her eyes took on that wary, excited look that struck him straight in the cock every time.

Lowering his voice, he let his inner predator reveal itself in his eyes. “Don’t keep Daddy waiting, fairy cat.”

When they finished getting dressed, Law guided her out the back door, and they walked into the woods. He made sure to stick to the main paths — the ones he and Zane had cleared over the past four months.

He stumbled over a root because his eyes were on her luscious breasts bouncing as she skipped beside him. It took about fifteen minutes of steady climbing to reach the spot he wanted them.

They cleared the woods and stood at the edge of a large clearing. It resembled a training field, though training wasn’t what he had in mind at that moment.

Without speaking, she surveyed the area before them. Scattered throughout the meadow stood several obstacles he had built. Some focused on agility, others on strength, and a few on balance. They extended all the way across the field.

“What kind of game are we playing, Daddy?”

“Have you ever played British Bulldog?”

She shook her head. “I’ve never even heard of British Bulldog. How do you play?”

He thought she’d never ask. He stepped in front of her and wrapped his hand around her throat, squeezing not to cut off her air but to gain her attention. She froze, staring at him, her eyes wide, as a blush slowly spread across her chest. When he allowed his voice to drop to a deep, growling tone, her eyes darkened to a rich oak brown. “Listen carefully, little fairy cat. Do you see the post with the red flag at the top on the far side of the field?”

Her lips parted as she attempted to turn her head. He wouldn’t let her move, so she glanced sideways. As soon as she saw the goal, a fleeting relief washed over her face. He tightened his grip on her throat, causing her gaze to snap back to him.

“Your job is to reach the red flag. My job is to stop you. Any of the fitness stations are safe for you. I won't touch you there. But when you cross between them, little prey, you become fair game for whatever I want to do to you if I catch you.”

Her breathing quickened as he spoke, and her pulse throbbed against his fingers. “I will not go easy on you, fairy cat. If you want to escape my grip, you must fight to break free. Do whatever you need to do to get away — kick, bite, scratch. Believe me, I’ll be doing the same to keep you. This is not a game of freeze tag, little fairy cat. This is a hunt.”

He watched her every reaction to his words. Her breathing quickened, and her eyes grew even darker. A deep blush spread across her chest and crept up her neck.

His cock thickened as the predator within him began to prowl. It was ready to play, to feast on the prey shivering before him. At his height and weight, he knew he made an imposing hunter. He relished the knowledge she recognized the danger but didn’t cower away.

He chose this meadow for the protection offered by the surrounding trees. They blocked most of the wind, although a slight breeze brushed by. Somewhere in the distance, the mournful screech of a falcon haunted the air, while the scent of pines and firs drifted on the breeze.

This was his element. His hunting ground.

Lovelyn squirmed in his hold, testing her ability to run. His fairy cat wanted to play. Let the games begin.

Bending forward, he ran his tongue along her jaw, licking his way to her ear. He raked his teeth along the shell of her ear and then plunged his tongue into her ear.

A wave of shivers danced across her skin, drawing her nipples to diamond points. Sliding his hand deep in her hair, he gripped it and twisted her head to the side, searching for the mark he’d given her days earlier.

“My mark is beginning to fade, little cat. We can’t have that now, can we?”

He bit her neck, sucking, licking, and rebranding her with his mark. He needed everyone to know she was his.

She turned in his arms, and he thought she was trying to press closer. Then she raised her leg and brought her heel crashing down on his foot. The shock of pain made him step back. He hadn’t realized he had loosened his grip until she twisted in his arms and shoved him backward.

With a triumphant look, she smiled and took off like a shot.

Adrenaline flooded his system. All his senses came into sharp focus. She was headed for the balance beam. She wasn’t going to make it.

He sprinted after her. She glanced back to check his position, and that proved costly. In seconds, he was on her, tackling her to the ground and twisting at the last moment to cushion her fall.

He flipped her to her back and pinned her to the ground with his body. His cock was rock hard and needing relief. He made do with grinding it against her pussy.

She attempted to scratch him, but he seized her wrists and pinned them above her head. She arched her back to relieve the tension in her shoulders, effectively offering her breasts to him. He was never one to decline an invitation like that.

Lowering his mouth to her breast, he bit the tender underside, knowing her shirt would temper the pain. She twisted and fought against his intrusion. He glanced at her face to make sure she wasn’t scared and waited a beat to give her time to safeword if she wanted.

She said nothing.

He pulled her shirt up and ripped aside the material of her bra. He wanted to tell her she couldn’t wear them anymore. He wanted instant access to her plump, delicious breasts to feast on whenever he liked.

She fought him, and he loved that she didn’t hold back. It stoked the fire of conquest inside him higher. He really was a Viking, wanting nothing more than to conquer his little fairy cat completely.

She yelped when he nipped the side of her breast hard. His cock throbbed. Not only from seeing his marks on her pale skin, but from the scent of her arousal as she struggled. This was no act for her. She wasn’t merely placating him.

She loved this as much as he did. He stopped trying to understand how someone so perfect for him had come into his life and accepted it for the gift it was.

Squeezing her breast, he latched on to her nipple and sucked until her breast filled him mouth. Her moan of pleasure was all the encouragement he needed to move to her other breast, leaving her nipple a deep, rosy red. Beautiful.

Before he could enjoy her other nipple, she surprised him by wriggling so hard her hip bone caught him right in the nuts. Uncomfortable, but not incapacitating. But when she also pushed up with her legs, he instinctively rolled off her to the side.

She was up like a shot, racing toward that red flag. She wouldn’t make it, but he let her get a head start. Instead of trying to reach the closest safe space, she attempted to make it all the way to the flag.

After counting to five, he was up and chasing. “Run fast, fairy cat. Daddy is going to get you!”

She squealed and veered to the right, reaching the monkey bars seconds before him. Leaving one hand on the support bar, she bent forward and sucked in deep breaths.

Unable to resist the temptation, he popped her ass. “Stand up straight, babygirl. If you bend over like that, your abdominal muscles will cramp.”

She scowled at him but stood up. “You aren’t supposed to touch me when I make it to a safety base.”

“I’m not supposed to tease and torture you,” he corrected. “That doesn’t mean I can’t get your attention when you’re doing something that might hurt you. But I get your point. Let me make it up to you.”

She grinned at him. “I don’t think that’s necessary. Unless you can do it without touching me.”

She thought she’d outplayed him. Silly little fairy cat. There were many, many ways to play. He looked forward to teaching her all of them. Now was a good time to start. “That isn’t what I’d planned, but I accept your offer.”

Confusion crinkled her brow. “What offer?”

He grinned, revealing all his deliciously evil intentions. “To make it up to you without touching you, babygirl. What else?”

Suspicion replaced her confusion. Smart girl. “How can you do that?”

“By having you do it. You’re going to give yourself an orgasm while I watch.”

Her mouth dropped open, and color flooded her cheeks. “I can’t do that. That’s… that’s, well, I just can’t. Not out here in the open where anyone can see.”

Yes. He could see now this was a much better plan. “You can do it, and there is no one but me to watch you. If anyone were to make it onto my land and saw you, I’d kill them. So, no worries. “

She let out a surprised laugh. “Oh, no, Daddy. No worries there.”

“Sarcasm is against your rules, little girl.”

“No, it isn’t.”

“It is now. Take down your pants and lean back on the first crossbar. ”

He moved to the opposite end of the monkey bars and leaned against the crossbar on that end. “I’m waiting, fairy cat. Be brave. Do it now, I’m not a patient man.”

“Can I close my eyes?”

“No. I want you to look at me and tell me the story you see in your head as you make yourself come.”

“I’ve never done that before.”

There are many things you’ve never done, little girl. I’m going to introduce you to all of them.”

She waited for him to change his mind, but when he didn’t, she did as he’d asked. After positioning herself on the crossbar, she undid her pants and slowly pushed them down to the middle of her thighs.

She stared at him with pleading eyes. But there was more than that. Her eyes also held a desire and a longing to let her bad girl take control. He realized his mistake immediately. This wasn’t a punishment for her. He was punishing himself.

In all likelihood, if he watched her pleasure herself, he would blow his load in his pants. But she wanted this. He could sense it. What could he say? Sometimes being a Daddy was all about making sacrifices.

But not an unnecessary one. He undid his pants as well, shoving them down and grabbing his cock. Running his thumb over the head, he almost came on the spot. He’d had this hard on since he’d made her come in the bathroom at Sabre earlier.

Her quick intake of breath made him smile. At six feet five, he was a big man, and his cock was no exception. “Go ahead, babygirl. Tell me a story that will make us both come.”