CHAPTER 6
Snow
I giggle as Koda nips at my neck while I sit in his lap at the giant dining room table. I may have gone a little overboard with all the food I cooked for breakfast, but I’m used to cooking for three shifters, and Koda's kitchen has more than a cook could dream of.
I could cook for an army in here. A lot of the stuff had never even been used and I’d had to take the plastic off most of it. That just highlighted how much Koda needs me here. He keeps telling me he’s going to be taking care of me, but I’m going to care for him just as much.
“I made you all this food and you’re just going to eat me,” I protest half-heartedly as I lean my head to the side, letting him nibble at my neck.
His big hands run up my legs and under the shirt I have on, going to my ass and squeezing. “I want to eat you first.” This time, he licks me, and the sensation makes me wriggle on his very hard cock. I don’t know how we are still going at each other like this, but we can’t seem to get enough.
“You can’t live off of just eating me,” I tease back, shifting on his lap to rub against him.
“I could,” he grunts, then goes back to his neck assault, making me giggle again.
“Well I can’t.” He pulls back quickly, looking down at me with his big brown eyes.
“You’re hungry?” Concern shows on his face. He always seems so worried about me. Anytime I make the tiniest remark, he’s in action. I don’t even have to try the pout thing. I ask and he does. It’s sweet. It makes me feel important. Like he’s never going to let me go.
He pulls me from his lap and sets me in the chair next to his before getting up and working his way around the table, making a giant plate of food. He piles it with eggs, bacon, pancakes, and some little hash potatoes I made. Then he places it in front of me.
“I can’t eat all that.” I thought he was making the plate for himself. It’s piled so high with food that I’m surprised it hasn’t collapsed.
“You’re small. I’ll make you nice and big.” He nods like that’s that.
I snort, knowing if I eat all that I’ll be sick. “I’m just built small. Trust me, I eat,” I reassure him. I grew up with shifters and spent most of my time cooking. In fact, I ate a lot, but it never seemed to go anywhere. “But there is no way I can eat all this food.”
He sits back down in his chair, pulling the plate over in front of him, before picking me up once again and depositing me in his lap. It’s a habit he’s picked up over the last two days. When he wants me somewhere, he doesn’t really ask. He just picks me up and puts me there.
“I’ll feed you until it’s all gone.” He picks up some potatoes and brings them to my mouth. I open for him. A feeling warms me deep down. I know I can’t eat all the food, but I’ll give it a go.
I’ve always been the one to take care of my brothers. While they were good to me, this is different. I feel cherished as I sit in his lap while he slowly feeds me, bite by bite. I still like doing things around here, cooking and cleaning, but the way he shows me he cares makes my heart flutter. It makes me believe that maybe being mated to a human isn’t bothering him anymore.
I’ve been mulling over what would happen if our children were human. I don’t know how all that works and what happens when a human mates with a shifter. I know with me, he has the mating pull, so he has no choice but to want me. But would it be different with our kids? He wouldn’t have that special bond with them, and if they were human, he might not love them like they’d deserve.
