5. Kade

5

KADE

" W hich pillows do you want?" Daddy asks.

I grab my pillow and pull off the cover. "Any pillows. At least six of them. And take off your clothes. Your fairy wings are in the bathroom."

He stands there and looks at me blankly. "My fairy wings?"

"Yes. You can't be a fairy Daddy without them." Obviously. He's far too big and white-haired. Our babies will need to know he's one of us somehow.

Daddy takes a few slow steps to the bathroom and peers inside. He tries to hold back a laugh. "These fairy wings are made for a child."

I yank the pillow in opposite directions, until it rips down the center. The fluff is very nice—all white feathers that fall around like it's snowing. I empty the pillow completely, but it's not nearly enough.

"They were the only ones I could find. Hurry and put them on."

He smiles at me with a tenderness that makes my stomach fluttery. "You are enchanting. You know that, right?"

I don't know how he does that—makes me feel so seen and wanted just the way I am. Maybe he doesn't need the fairy wings. Our babies will know him by his love for them.

But the fairy wings would definitely help.

More slick runs down my legs, and the ache that's been building in my ass gets worse.

"Please, Daddy. Hurry." I grab his pillow and rip it in half. We don't have much time, and there isn't enough fluff in my nest for our little babies.

He pulls his shirt over his head, which makes the ache worse. His chest isn't as chiseled as when we first met because he spends his days taking care of children instead of operating an oil rig. But I like him better this way—all furry and a little soft. Perfect for cuddling.

He reaches for his jeans, and I clear my throat. Clearly he's forgetting something.

"The pillows, Daddy. We need more pillows."

He smiles again, indulgently this time. "I'll be right back." He walks toward the bedroom door, far too slowly. He doesn't understand. Our babies are coming, and I need his help.

I roll onto my hands and knees, and press my chest to the mattress. When I did this during my heat, Daddy claimed me. I need him to claim me again.

He returns to the bedroom with an armful of decorative pillows. "Oh, sunshine. Aren't you beautiful." He drops the cushions at the foot of the bed, and runs his hand along my asscheek. "Do you need me to take over now? Are you ready?"

I long for the floaty peace that always fills me when he dominates me, but our nest isn't ready.

"More fluff. Your wings," I mumble.

He bends over and kisses the small of my back. "I'll take care of it, my little fairy."

His reassurance frees me. My senses dull, until everything but the mitten canopy overhead is nothing but a blur. I want to close my eyes and sleep, but my cock is hard now, and I want to orgasm too. I'm so confused. I grab at my dick half-heartedly, but it's too difficult to keep a hold on it. I climb deeper into my burrow, which is magically filling with more feathers. They float around me, clinging to the mittens and my skin. With my clouded vision, they seem like pixie dust.

Maybe if I roll in it, I'll fly.

A big shape enters the burrow. It's Daddy, with a pair of bright blue wings at the center of his back.

"I'm sleepy," I say, but my words are slurred, and I don't know if he heard them.

"It's okay, sunshine. You can rest."

"But my ass needs you. Or my dick. Or both of them. They're very loud."

Daddy plants kisses down my arm and along my back. "Maybe if I gave you some relief, you could sleep. I'll take care of you. Just relax."

He guides my wrists together and winds something around them. It's blue and sparkly—the rope from Knots. It's nice to be tied up. I can let go, let him take care of everything.

"Mmmmm," I moan, jutting out my ass further.

He smacks it, and my skin is so sensitive, that the sweet pain makes me desperate.

"I need…"

"Shhhhh, I know." He smacks me again, and the ache in my ass becomes unbearable.

I feel the bite of his teeth on my ass next. "Daddy, oh Daddy."

"Do you want this?" He presses his hot, stiff cock against the center of my asscheek where he bit me.

"Please," I whisper.

"You're so loose, I think you could take me without prep. You know that alpha rabbit shifters do that for their lovers during a heat. That initial stretch is so intense, it drives their lovers wild."

I rock my hips back and forth. Why does Daddy tease me?

"Omega rabbit shifters wait for an alpha in their burrows during heat season, presenting on their beds just like you are now. And some of them close their eyes when an alpha comes into their burrow, because they like the thrill of not knowing who's fucking them."

I want to reach back and touch my cock again, but the rope holds me fast. I need something to fill me.

Daddy scrapes his teeth along my asscheek, and the pain blooms in the best way. I can't wait any longer.

"Would you like that, sunshine? What if I strapped you to a breeding bench at Anchor and blindfolded you during your heat? I could fuck you, or I could let someone else. You wouldn't know."

I groan. "Only Daddy."

His teeth sink into my asscheek again. I gasp in pain.

"Or maybe I'd fuck you through your heat in front of a group of people. Let them watch."

I can't grasp the sheets with my hands, so I gnaw at them with my teeth. Daddy can't say stuff like that. Not when I need him this bad.

"Stop. Teasing." I beg.

"What if I took that rutting medication at the same time, and bred you right there. Fucked you and knotted you until you couldn't move." He nuzzles the sensitive place where he bit me. "Bound and gagged you, so you couldn't move. You'd just have to take it."

He bites down hard, and I wail. My ass contracts, and white-hot pleasure surges through me. I come all over the pixie dust, gyrating my hips with a strange mix of satiation and need. Daddy made me come with only his teeth and his words, but it's still not enough.

Not until his cock rams into me all at once.

The air leaves my body with the powerful thrust. It's far too much, and yet, I must have more.

Daddy grabs my hips and fucks into me so violently, I come again. Or I think I do. I don't know if the pleasure that washes through me is an orgasm or if it just feels good. I'm somewhere in between, crying with the intensity of it all. Daddy digs his thumb into the spot where he bit me, and the pain takes me over the edge.

"Daddy!"

He doesn't stop, doesn't let me rest, until I feel him getting bigger, and I need his knot more than I've ever needed anything in my life. He gives it to me, but with thrusts that force it so far inside, I beg him for mercy. He doesn't listen, doesn't even check for my color. He knows I want it.

Daddy knows me so well.

Then he draws back. While we're still joined, pulling on my rim painfully.

Tears spring in my eyes. It hurts. I want it to stop, but I also don't. He reaches around and grabs my cock, and I spurt all over the pixie dust again.

Then he pushes inside. Deep inside. And in all of my sensitivity, I can feel him filling me. His breath is ragged, and his hips thrust sporadically. He's lost in his pleasure.

I love knowing that I can make him feel that good.

When he's done, he rolls us both onto our sides and holds me close, with nothing but the wires of my fairy wings to come between us.

"Sleep, sunshine. You'll need your strength."

I close my eyes, and this time there's no conflict—no aching. Only calm. Only peace.

When I wake, the wait will be over.

It's time to bring our eggs into the world.