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Because there were things she was never told, but when those long-hidden secrets come to light, they bring with them a chance for the perfect Daddy she’s always fantasized about.

There’s just one problem… he’s not human, and he’s chosen her to be his bonded mate.

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Prologue

Ellie didn’t need to look out the window to know the sun was going down; she could feel it when he woke up. There was a fluttering of excitement low inside her body, and a warm feeling of happiness that made her dance a little as she moved around the kitchen. Dinner was almost done. She turned the heat down to keep everything warm and then went to get ready for her date.

As she passed the sliding door to the backyard, she checked to make sure it was unlocked. Sometimes he arrived early and surprised her.

She was running late and needed to shower before he arrived. He liked her natural scent, but he wouldn’t like the citrus lotion she was wearing, or the ‘Spring Rain’ deodorant. His senses were too acute, and the mix of perfumes could be overwhelming for him. She had fragrance-free body wash and shampoo now, just for their date nights, but she liked to smell pretty when she was out in the world.

Lather, rinse, and then repeat (twice) took care of her hair. He’d probably still get a faint whiff of her usual strawberry shampoo, but it would be muted and manageable. She was using a loofah ball to scrub her skin when the warning came. It startedwith an itch at the top of her spine and then, despite the steamy water, a shiver rolled over her skin.

He was close.

When the bathroom door opened, she didn’t bother to look. She continued to wash and waited as he stripped off his clothes and stepped into the shower behind her. His arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her back against his hard body. There was an instant sensation of safety and contentment as their bodies touched.

She was never happier than when she could feel him. If she focused hard, she could almost see the cord that bound them together as mates. It was a beautiful thing that brought with it the scent of wet leaves and rich earth. She inhaled, drawing it into her lungs as she relaxed in his arms.

“Hello, beautiful. Getting nice and clean for Daddy?” His voice was deep, almost a growl.

“Mhm. But if Daddy starts something in here… dinner is going to burn.”

He nuzzled her hair. “I’d rather eat you anyway.” His long tongue unrolled and slithered around her neck, forming a loop that slowly tightened until it was snug like a collar. It was just a reminder that she belonged to him.

A low moan escaped her, and she ground her ass back against him. He was hard and ready for her already—but that was a near constant state, thanks to their mate bond. It affected her too. She wanted to encourage him so badly.Take me, Daddy. Take me right-fucking-here.

But dinnerwouldburn, and as intense as their sessions got… it would probably keep burning until it set off the smoke alarms. They were oblivious to the world when they were wrapped up in each other.

Her nosy neighbor would have the firetrucks over,like last time, and hadn’t that been a fun night. He’d been balls deep inher, so close to driving her over the edge yet again, when the sirens had abruptly pulled her out of a pleasant haze.

Neither of them had noticed the smoke until then— which was pretty amazing considering how heightened his senses were. She’d had to scramble to get dressed, pull the pans off the stove—dinner a charred black crust on the bottom—and then get to the door to explain it all to the firemen before they burst in.

It had been a bit of a mood killer.

“Um, Daddy?”

“Mmm?” He couldn’t really talk while his tongue was circling her neck, so she just continued.

“You remember what happened last time, right?”

He groaned. It was followed by a long-suffering sigh, and the feeling of his tongue releasing to slide back into his mouth. “Fine. We’ll stick to washing, but dinner is going to be fast, and after we eat, you’re all mine.”

That was okay with her. She laughed and wiggled back against him, only to receive a hard spank to her thigh. “And none of that. Good girls don’t tease, and I’m sure we can find time for a spanking before dinner, if you need to be reminded.”

It was tempting. She loved it when he spanked her but earning that spanking would lead them back to dinner burning. She was trying to avoid any more emergency calls on date night. She sighed and reluctantly stopped what she was doing. “Spoilsport,” she muttered.