Page 24 of Dream Mates
“Indeed. Also, there are pressure points inside you that react to the weight of my cock. I’m so happy to sit you on me and hold you close whenever you need or want it,” I nuzzled the other side of her neck. “It induces calm and relaxation. Cuddling, well, that has more to do with pheromones and skin to skin contact. But the science is all there. Now, tell me what you need? If I get to pick you’re going in the shower.” To rinse off all those strange smells. She also needed food and water.
Grace looked around. “It’s night? Is anyone else home?”
“It’s evening. You arrived this afternoon. You’ve only been asleep for a few hours. Riley is with her sisters. Everyone else isat the cabin for Evan’s heat. I let them know that you’re here.” I checked my phone. Nothing. I sent another text.
Me
Grace is awake. She’s physically fine from what I can see but needs a lot of care. I’ll keep you updated.
“You stayed and waited for me?” Tears pricked her eyes.
I held her to me, reassuring her that I was there, that she was safe. “Yes. Though I admit it was partially because Riley insisted.”
Grace took my phone and sent a picture of herself to Riley. Immediately there was a picture of hands in the shape of a heart.
“We… we don’t have to go to the cabin yet, right, after I shower?” She began to shake. “I want to see them, but can I stay here with you for a bit first?”
My heart swelled. “Whatever you need, Darling. I’m happy to care for you here–and I’d rather not make that drive in the dark. We can always talk about it in the morning.”
I desperately wanted to know what had happened, what she remembered. But first, and foremost, she needed to feel safe and be cared for. The look in her eyes, the tension in her face, the curve of her shoulders, all said that this had been difficult. That she’d need to be lavished with tender loving care for some time.
“Now, what first?” I kissed her temple.
“As much as I want those orgasms, a bubble bath and some food should be first. Can I have food and orgasms in the bath? Please, Alpha?” She looked up at me with those big blue-grey eyes, batting her eyelashes, gaze playful.
“How can I say no to that? I’ll start you a bath in my room, then make you some tea. What would you like to eat? Something quick like pasta? Or perhaps some chicken? I could ordersomething? Whatever you’d like.” As long as I could get some nourishment in her, she could have anything she desired.
“I think I’d like some pasta. Thank you.” She smiled, though there was a haunted look in her eyes.
“My pleasure.” I would happily feed her dinner in the tub and wash her just right.
I extracted myself from the window seat and went to my bathroom where I started the bath, setting it to shut off automatically when full, hoping I got the temperature correct. It wasn’t a giant bathtub but would fit the two of us fine–if she wished for me to join her. I put on some soft music, lit candles, placed a bath pillow, and added some of the bubble bath I’d gotten for her, as well as set out a silky robe that I’d originally bought for this week. Grabbing some of my fluffiest towels, I put them on the towel bar and set it to warm.
Going downstairs to the kitchen, I started the tea and the pasta and defrosted some chicken. I’d make her something warm and comforting. When I brought the tea upstairs, I found the bathroom dark except for the flicker of the candles, and Grace neck-deep in the bubbly tub, eyes closed.
“Spence, this is amazing,” she whispered. “Thank you.”
“My pleasure. I brought you some tea.” I set the cup of tea and a glass of water on the large flat edge of the tub. Maybe I should get her one of those bathtub trays. I placed a kiss on her cute freckled nose. “I must run back to the kitchen, but I’ll return.”
I finished making us food–orzo pasta with lemon, chicken, feta, spinach, and tomatoes. Putting two bowls and silverware on the tray, I added a glass of wine for myself and a beer for her, and more water.
“That smells amazing.” Her eyes opened as I walked in. “You brought me a beer.”
I sat down on the rug in front of the tub. “Did you finish your tea and water?”
She drained the mug, finished the water, and held out her hand. “Beer me, please.”
I handed her the beer. “I probably shouldn’t, due to whatever drugs they injected you with. But you’re an adult, don’t seem to have a concussion, and seem like you could use one.”
Getting a forkful of pasta, I held it out to her. She opened her mouth like a baby bird and allowed me to feed her.
Grace closed her eyes as she swallowed. “This is amazing, you’re such a good cook. I…” She frowned, opening her eyes. “Everything is so foggy and muddled, but in a different way from before.”
“I’m just beyond relieved that you’re home.” I took a bite for myself.
“Um, I almost didn’t get to come home. I don’t remember why. Though I wasn’t in trouble.” Her chest shook.
“Do you remember why they took you? Or how you ended up here in the first place?” I fed her some more. If she wasn’t in trouble why did they take her?
