The Alpha's Nanny - Sam Crescent Page 0,25
more, from begging for more.
Winter quickly carried both of their plates to the table. Before sitting down, she went and grabbed the casserole dish. She’d noticed each night he always took seconds, large portions as well.
“I hope you don’t mind my food.”
“I love your food.”
She nodded. See, I can do this. I can act naturally. There is really nothing to it.
Sitting at the table, she was acutely aware of him. He was so much larger than her. His body huge, muscular. His hands as he held a knife and fork shouldn’t be in the least bit exotic but then, she felt it deep in her core. She’d felt such pleasure from his touch. He’d brought her to orgasm three times, and they’d felt so good.
“How was your day?” he asked.
“What?”
“Your day with Daphne, how was it?”
“Oh, it was good,” she said. “She’s feeling much better. You? How was your day?”
“I chopped a great deal of wood.”
“That’s good, right?”
“Yes. I also noticed a breach to the perimeter.”
“Oh, that’s not so good, is it?”
“No, it’s not. It’s quite concerning, but nothing I can’t handle.”
They were silent again. She ate her food but her appetite disappeared. This was a lot harder than she thought it would be.
He was right there and, well, she didn’t know what to say to him.
“I don’t want you to be nervous about us having sex,” he said.
“What?”
“Us, having sex. I don’t want you to be afraid.”
“I’m not afraid.”
“You’re avoiding me.”
“I’m not avoiding you.”
“You’re sleeping in Daphne’s room rather than your own or coming to mine.”
“I’m taking care of her.” Why was she lying? She was avoiding him. She frowned. “The breach in the perimeter. Who is it?” This was an easier subject to talk about.
“I don’t know.” He looked at her. “Are there any other camps that you know about? That your people would have known?”
“None. I was their prisoner.”
“I want to fuck you again,” he said.
“What? The perimeter, huh?”
He chuckled.
Damn, he shouldn’t smile in any way because it only served to make him sexier, which was so fucking wrong. She gritted her teeth. This was serious.
“No, I will take care of the perimeter. I want to fuck you again, Winter. I know we’re from two different worlds, and the first time may not have been the best, but I want to do it again. I want to show you how good it can be.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Why not?”
She licked her lips, trying to figure out a reason for them to not be together. Her mind went blank. She couldn’t think of a single reason as to why they couldn’t be together but it was futile. “You’ve got to find someone for Daphne, Rocko. Someone who will know what it’s like to grow up as a wolf. I don’t.”
He stared at her. “That’s what worries you?”
“There are a lot of things that worry me.”
“Daphne’s not mine.”
She frowned. She clearly hadn’t heard that right. “What?”
“Daphne’s not my child. I’ve never had a mate. I lied to you.”
“Then who does Daphne belong to?”
“I don’t know her name or who Daphne’s father is. I only know that her mother was dying as she gave birth and begged for me to take care of her and to love her.”
Winter looked toward the crib. “She’s human?”
“Yes.”
“And you didn’t kill her.”
“I know a lot of people have me pegged as some kind of a monster but I don’t kill innocent people. It’s why I will never kill you.”
“She’s not your child?”
“No.”
“I don’t … is that why you let me take her to the hospital?”
“We have a doctor here who knows all about being a wolf, babies, and taking care of us. Nothing about humans. I knew she was sick, and she needed proper care. Wolves don’t suffer like humans do, not at a young age. We’re weak but we’re stronger than your kind.”
“You see, that’s why we shouldn’t ever have sex.” She got to her feet, picking up her plate, and stomped into the kitchen.
“Why? Because I let Daphne go to a human hospital?”
She slammed the food into the bin before dumping the plate into the sink. “No! It’s the single decent thing you’ve done. We cannot have sex again because the first time was a big, giant mistake. We can’t be together because no matter what, it will always be your kind or my kind. I don’t see us as kinds of people or human, or wolves. We’re living, breathing beings. We’re not things. You bleed just like me. You