Chapter 67

Meadow’s POV

I already knew what he was going to say when I asked him to show me what was behind the door. It’s why option three came in handy. That way, if he didn’t let me in there, at least he’d let me please him.

And I knew he wasn’t going to choose option two.

“So, what will it be, Daddy?” My voice was barely above a whisper, laced with want—because I did want him.

God, I wanted him so badly. And from the way his eyes darkened even further, I could tell that he wanted me too. Maybe even more than I wanted him.

Alaric hummed, tongue sticking out to wet his lips. “You’re giving me ultimatums now?”

I bit down softly on my bottom lip. “You can’t treat me like I’m made of porcelain forever.”

“Yes,” he murmured, pinching my nipple and drawing out a moan from me. “I can. Come here.”

And then his mouth was on mine again, kissing me like he just couldn’t get enough. I giggled against his mouth. “All those weeks you made up