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CHAPTER 20

L aw led Lovelyn to the great room as soon as he brought her into the house. Once they crossed through the archway that served as the entrance, he spun her against the wall, pinning her hands over her head.

“You looked adorable tonight in your t-shirt and tutu at the party, fairy cat. I couldn’t take my eyes off you. Now I have you to myself, and we’re going to celebrate in a more personal way. Doesn’t that sound like fun, babygirl?”

He’d never tire of watching her eyes fill with tension and desire. “What kind of celebration, Viking?”

“This kind.”

He took her mouth without another word. When he tried to gain entrance, she kept her lips pressed together. That didn’t last long, because he sucked her bottom lip between his teeth and nipped it.

That was all it took to ignite his fairy cat’s passion. She opened for him, and he took full advantage, plunging his tongue deep into her mouth. It was all he could do to hold back a groan as the taste of her exploded throughout his body .

If she were a drug, he’d be addicted. He couldn’t have stopped even if he wanted to, and he didn’t want to stop. He’d never get enough of her taste, her scent, her softness. He’d never get enough of her.

Running his hands into her thick, silken hair, he tightened his fingers and tugged. Her moan of pleasure filled his mouth. She returned the favor, shoving her fingers through his hair, lightly scraping her nails against his scalp. Goosebumps prickled the back of his neck, and the sensation traveled down his spine.

His cock grew thick and heavy. He’d planned a much longer play time, but he wasn’t sure he’d last. And if she moaned in his mouth one more time, he was shoving her to the wall and fucking her senseless before he exploded.

It was always like this whenever they were together. He’d never responded to a woman the way he did to Lovelyn. She fulfilled him in every way. At that moment, he was lost. Somewhere in the last few days, he had fallen deeply, hopelessly in love with his little fairy cat.

He wanted to possess every inch of her. He showed her in the way his tongue stroked hers. In the way his teeth nipped and bit the sensitive area of her neck and shoulders. His lust to have her, possess her completely, so she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt she was his, was almost impossible to control.

And she loved it, arching into him. His little fairy cat, in heat for him and not ashamed to show it. With a growl, he ripped open her fly and plunged his hand inside her lace panties.

It was a good thing she was wet because he couldn’t stop himself from plunging a finger inside her. He uttered another groan as her pussy sucked him right in. “Naughty girl, you’re so wet. Is all this for me?”

Her eyes fluttered shut as she answered him. “Yes, Daddy. You do this to me every time you’re near.” Her voice was breathy and filled with yearning .

“That’s a good thing, babygirl. Can you feel how hard you make my cock? That happens every time we’re together, too. Now hold still and let Daddy play.”

Her whimper drove him even closer to the edge of his control. Picking up the pace, he used his finger to drive her higher and higher, refusing to release her mouth. He wanted to swallow and feed on every sound she made.

Her needy pussy squeezed his finger, quivering and desperate for him, so he added another finger. There was a line he couldn’t cross, only so far he could allow his roughness to take him. She was a virgin, and he needed to be mindful. Still, he increased his pace, scissoring his fingers.

When he sucked the lobe of her ear into his mouth and nipped her tender flesh, she broke, coming hard, the muscles of her core spasming around his fingers. His cock throbbed, wanting to bury itself inside. It took every ounce of his control not to give in to that overwhelming need.

As she came down from orgasm, she buried her face in his chest. “I can’t believe I came like that, standing in the great room. We didn’t even make it to the couch.” A moment later, she added, “Um, are you going to move your hand?”

“Not yet, babygirl. I love the feel of your slick pussy fluttering around my fingers.” He distracted her by licking and kissing the marks he’d made. He didn’t know how it was possible, but his possessiveness grew. She was always going to wear his mark before she left their home. He didn’t want anyone to question whether she had been claimed by him.

With reluctance, he finally drew his fingers out of her pussy. “I need your eyes, fairy cat.” When her eyes fluttered open, passion still glazed her expression. “I think we need to talk, babygirl. I want to fuck you all night long, but I want to have a conversation with you first. Do you think you can do that?”

He tried to strike a balance in the tone of his verse. This was one conversation he could not push her into. He didn’t want to try. Another emotion he wanted to avoid darkened her expression: fear.

“Is it something bad?”

It pissed him off that she automatically went there. Not at her. She was a victim of an asshole father who always blamed her for everything. Phillip Thorne had better hope Law never got the chance to pay him a visit. It would be a long and painful meeting for the man.

“No, babygirl. I think this will be a very good talk. Let’s go sit on the sofa.”

Taking her hand, he led her to the couch and pulled her onto his lap. She kept herself rigid, and he hated she felt the need to do that. He needed to get on with this conversation and get it done.

Whether it turned out as he hoped or not, he would ensure she didn’t feel the pain of it. This conversation was one where, if it didn’t go as he hoped, she would not take the blame and walk away feeling guilty.

“What is it, Daddy? You’re scaring me. Did I do something wrong at the party? Do you want me to leave?”

Well, fuck. This wasn’t starting well. It would be a lot easier if he could just tell her she was his, that he loved her, and demand she love him back. That’s how this game was played. With him in charge and her obeying or facing the consequences.

But this wasn’t a game. This was their lives. How had it become a life he couldn’t imagine spending without her so quickly? It wasn’t a situation where he could lay down demands. Damn it.

She was so fucking gorgeous. She was perfect for him, and he knew he’d been good for her, too. She sat on his lap looking so damn frightened and fragile, he wanted to wrap his arms around her.

But if he did that, he’d never be able to stop. His cock was already as hard as a rock. She wanted him, too. But did she love him? Did she want to spend the rest of her life with him?

“Lovelyn, babygirl. I spent most of my life knowing I’d never have anything good. Lived in houses but never had a home. A place to retreat to where good things would be waiting. But then I met you. Never thought I’d meet a woman like you. Sweet. Sassy. Little. Prey. Thought I’d found it a few times, but it turned out to be lies. And I knew that, for me, this world was nothing but loneliness and disappointment.”

“Daddy,” she whispered. She pressed her finger to his lips. “Daddy, don’t.”

But he had to get this out. Had to make her understand all she’d done for him. To him. He kissed her fingertips and placed them on his chest, right over his heart.

“But then you came along, and for the first time this house felt like a home. I’m happy for the first time in my life, and I never want to lose that. No, I never want to lose you.”

Best he could tell, she’d stopped breathing when he’d told her he never wanted to lose her. She stared at him, her gaze a mixture of hope and fear.

“You aren’t going to lose me, Law.”

He was tired of talking. He was a man of action, not words. When she dropped her gaze to her hand, he squeezed her to make sure he had her attention.

“That’s good, fairy cat. However, it seems I need to clarify a few things. First of all, you do not call me Law. From now on, to you I’m Daddy or Viking. Clear?”

Her mouth dropped open and she sucked in a quick breath. Hope swirled in her eyes. She smiled, and it was more beautiful than the sunrise over the Smokies. Nodding, she said, “Clear.”

He raised a brow. “Clear who, little girl?”

“Clear, Daddy?”

It came out more of a question than he’d like, but they’d work on that. “Good. One down. Second, I know it’s fast. I know there’s a lot going on in both our lives. And I know I’m not a typical Daddy, but I can promise you that to the best of my ability, I’ll give you what you want and what you need because my goal in life is to keep you safe and happy.”

“Wh-why, Daddy? You are the most amazing man I’ve ever known, but why me?”

“Oh, babygirl. Because I love you. I love the way you talk. I love the way you care about people. I love that you aren’t afraid of me and that you love playing our games. I love that you’re willing to do what you believe is right. I love your curves, and your sass, and your smile. I want you in my life every day I have left to spend on this earth.”

“You do?”

“I really do, babygirl. And I want to spend forever being your Daddy, if you’ll have me. If you need time to think about it, I understand?—”

“Yes! Yes, I want forever!”

He froze, unable to process her words, even though they were the ones he wanted to hear. Was it really that easy? It was too great a gift, too large a treasure to be that easy. “Are you sure? Because if you say yes, it’s yes forever. You will be mine, and I will never let you go. I’ll drive you crazy. You only think I’ve been protective and possessive up to now. When I claim you, you’re mine and I’ll never let you go.”

She threw her arms around his neck and covered his face in kisses. “I love you, too, Daddy. Deeper and wider and longer than I have words to express. I have since the moment I met you. You’re my Viking and I’m your fairy cat, for now and forever. But you can’t claim me now.”

His heart was so full, he feared it might burst in his chest. She loved him. She wanted to be with him forever. Wait, what had she said about not claiming her now? “What do you mean I can’t claim you now? Why the hell not?”

“Silly Daddy, remember? I claimed you weeks ago. And you claimed me back. That’s why you confused me. I’m not going anywhere, Daddy, but we’ve already been claimed.”

“We have?” He wouldn’t have forgotten something like that. A claim was a powerful thing. “When did we claim each other, babygirl?”

“The very first time we played chase, Daddy. Remember? I licked you, and you licked me back. That’s the most sacred claiming of all.”

He blinked. Twice. Then he threw back his head and laughed. And here he’d been worried all this time. However, she was both right and wrong. Licking was the most sacred claim of all, but he was absolutely claiming her tonight. Over and over, until he’d claimed every inch of her.