"You're mine, little one. Mine to kiss, mine to hold, and mine to love. You're my babygirl and no mercy shall come to those who says otherwise."
Having been the sole survivor of her litter, Isla was treasured by the pack that adopted her, and as wel...
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h u m p a n d h i k e !
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"It's cold." I whimpered as my toes hit the water.
"Baby-"
I tried climbing up his body more, pushing my hands on top of his head as my legs went from being wrapped around his yummy, muscly, strong - I think I'm getting out of line - hips to scrambling up to just underneath his armpits whilst the other was slung over his broad, brawny, powerful - oh no I'm doing it again - shoulder.
"Sweetheart, stop mo-"
He stood up straight again when he realized I wasn't letting up, the freezing water just reaching below his knees before grasping my waist and pulling me down to my original position.
He stared at me with amusement shining in his amazing moss green eyes and a perfect smile on his lips, making both myself and my wolf swoon for a moment for how handsome our mate was.
I wonder if he thinks the same about me? Or is it just.. me?
Yeah, maybe just me.
"As much as I want your sweet pussy on my face, babygirl, I dont think it would be comfortable for us doing it standing up." He said with a playful smirk and a particular glint in his eye, making the blood rush up to my cheeks; or probably my whole face.
I pouted and embraced his neck, burying my face on his chest, muffling my next words to him.
"Hm nmef mfmun nuff."
"What was that, babygirl?" He asked, and I could just see the teasing grin plastered on his face.
I craned my head back to look up at him - momentarily distracted by his handsomeness - and smiled cheekily. " I said, 'Hm nmef mfmun nuff.'"
"Clearly, I don't speak gibberish, my little koala bear." He stated in an obvious tone and pinched my tigh, making me yelp in surprise as I was momentarily daydreaming of me in a koala costume and daddy in a tree costume.
Letting out a dramatic sigh, I finally admitted to him. "I don't like the cold."
"Well," he started, "it's for your cute bumbum, babygirl. It will help make the ouchies go away."
My wolf preened inside my head, delighted that our mate found our human butt cute.
Ignoring her, I thought about what he said; and my bumbum did hurt but I was still reluctant though. Sensing this, daddy pressed soft kiss against my forehead to reassure me.
