“That’s my good little cum slut. Tell me how lucky you are to have a master who feeds you.”
I bend down to her. Those eyes look up at me while dribbles of my cum glisten on her pink, plump lips. She holds the rest in her mouth, then swallows on her own. My heart drops into my stomach.
Ho-ly fuck.
I didn’t even have to tell her to swallow. No pride interfered. Zero fight. She just... did it. And it almost seemed like she liked it. But that could just be wishful thinking. I didn’t think she’d respond so pleasantly. But when she did...
Damn, maybe the Moon Goddess knew what she was doing... In another life, one where she didn’t kill my father, maybe.
Chapter SEVENTEEN
Caleb
As much as I’d relish the idea of having her on a jizz only diet, I don’t see that keeping her alive. That’s why the next week was spent experimenting with Jay’s palate. I asked the kitchen staff to cook a meal for Jay with specific instructions.
Her stomach’s fallen into a schedule, and her appetite’s improved. She’s thickening out, and all signs point in the right direction. She’s so particular about what she eats. Asking would only hint I care, so I resort to keeping track on my own. So far, I haven’t found a meat she likes, but she’ll eat eggs. Rather than risk her not eating, it’s easier to offer variations and slip in something new to see if she takes to it.
The kitchen hands me a plate with bacon, sausage, eggs and French toast. Although it looks delicious, it is not what I asked for.
“Who is this for?”
“Food for the prisoner, sir,” Chef Burns answers.
I shake my head and pinch the bridge of my nose. It’s all wrong. “She can’t have this. She won’t eat bacon. Please make her eggs on toast with avocado and some cherry red tomatoes. Tomorrow we can try to change it up.”
Chef Burns sighs when he takes the plate back down from the hot shelf. He mutters something. If I weren’t standing here, he’d be slamming pots and pans and cursing my name. He doesn’t understand why I’m making him go through this for a prisoner, but his job is to follow orders, not question them.
Contrary to what Chef Burns might think, I have a goal we’re working toward. I’m using each meal to learn everything about what she is willing to eat. But today, I’m sticking to what I know she likes because yesterday’s meal was poorly received.
If Jay were a brat about it, I wouldn’t bother. But she always thanked me for her meals. If I returned to find she hadn’t eaten anything, I’d ask, “Were you not hungry?”
She’d just shake her head and say she wasn’t. Which was a lie because her stomach growls as she says it, betraying her.
My wolf perks his ears, and I quickly change my tune.Er, so I can torture her, of course.
Could’ve fooled me,my wolf says sarcastically.
Don’t start with me.
You want her,he says to me.Just admit it.
I don’t want her, want her. It’s just the mate bond pulling me. Besides, we can’t have her.
If she weren’t a prisoner, I’d bring her a whole spread of foods to find out what she’ll eat. It’d be much easier than this, but it would signal special treatment, and I can’t avoid raising suspicion.
A powerful presence interrupts my train of thought, and my blood runs cold.
King Dax leans against the doorframe with his arms and feet crossed.
“Your Majesty.” I bow.
After I helped him track Alaina, the king’s scowl landed on me less and less frequently over the following months. But I’m not stupid enough to interpret us as friends. To him, I’m still the man who took his mate’s virginity—I’d hate me, too.
“Mutt,” he greets me.
“I wasn’t informed of your arrival,” I say.
Knowing him, he probably planned it that way. I am sure he would love to catch me off guard in hopes I am screwing up, so he could reprimand me.
