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“Wait! He saw you!” Blake clutches at me, his heart thumping wildly in his chest. “He saw you like this! What if he tells someone? What if the driver saw you?!”
Taking his shaking hands in mine, I give my mate a reassuring smile. “It’s okay, baby. I doubt a man of such prestige will think telling the masses that a Sasquatch kidnapped his son will look good for his image. And if the driver did see, he’s probably been paid a nice little sum to stay quiet.”
For a moment, Blake’s eyes wander my room, his thoughts churning. It’s a lot to take on in one day. Well, more like the past forty-eight hours. From mating with me to being disowned by his father, I’m not sure there’s anything else that could throw his life another one-eighty.
“You kidnapped me, did you?” Blake’s lips quiver as a tiny smile spreads across his face.
The muscles in my chest loosen at the sight. He’s so strong. So forgiving. My sweet thing has grown so much this past week.
“Consensually, of course,” I reply.
Blake laughs. It’s a lighter laugh. One that fills his chest. Like the sound of his soul has come to life. I can see it now. Despite the way his eyes are swollen from tears, his shoulders no longer fold into themselves. Like the weight of his father’s demands has been lifted.
I run my thumb over the Band-Aid on his temple. His hand is wrapped in a clean bandage as he cups my chin, his fingers dragging through my beard.
“Take my mind away from all of this, Daddy,” Blake whispers.
I shiver at his purr. The lust that blooms in his gaze.
Sliding my hand around the back of his neck, I lean down to capture his lips. Blake opens willingly, his tongue darting out to slip between my canines and dance with mine. He moans against our kiss, pressing his chest against my front, his hands clinging to me as they explore the planes of my shoulders.
I can feel his peaked nipples through the thin fabric of the shirt. The barbells of his piercings make little bulges on either side of his areola. There’s so much to uncover about my mate. I want to know everything about him. Now that he’s mine.
“Why did you get these?” I pull away from our kiss, flicking his nipple. Blake gasps and tries to swat at my fingers.
His cheeks bloom a pale pink, and his eyes avoid mine. “Rebellion.”
I tilt my head.
“My father would have ripped any piercings right from my body if he saw them. And tattoos were absolutely out of the question,” he explains. “So I got these because he’d never see them.”
Ah. That makes sense.
Coming from a shifter family, we could do whatever we liked to our bodies. I’ve known some to tattoo their Sasquatch form, but I’ve never seen much point given we’re completely covered in hair.
“Would you get a tattoo?” I ask him.
Blake’s hazel eyes finally meet mine. He watches me closely as if what I’ve asked is somehow a test.
It’s not. I couldn’t care less what he does with his body. As long as it isn’t illegal or puts him in harm’s way. I’d be a terrible Daddy if my boy got injured.
“Maybe…” he trails off. “You’d let me?”
I chuckle, resting my forehead against his. “You wouldn’t need to ask for my permission, baby. If a tattoo is what you want, then get one.”
Blake’s eyes sparkle with mischief. “A dick on my forehead?”
I grumble a laugh, shaking my head as I feel a smile spread across my lips. “Then be prepared for the constant jokes.”
He giggles, “Okay, maybe not that then. But I’ve always wanted to get at least one tattoo. I just don’t know what.”
“You have your whole life to decide.” I plant a gentle kiss on his lips. “But right now, our mating isn’t over yet.”
Blake sucks in a breath. His heart pounds in his chest, and I can practically smell the lust rolling off him in waves. So needy. So perfect.
“I have to feed you my hunt,” I explain.
Blake deflates, clearly not expecting a break from our lovemaking. “And then what?”
