Supernatural AB/DL Book Bundle 2

Chapter Three: Bottle

Chapter Three: BottleHe finishes plugging her anal hole up with the plug and secures the diaper. A moment later, he's buttoning up her clothes. The material is so soft and comfortable that she can't help but relax into it. It's nice to be dressed up again even though part of dressing up means being put in a diaper and onesie that covers her fingers and toes too, keeping her from moving about or grabbing at things.

"Feeling better, love?" he asks.

She can feel the plug in her hole every time she moves but it's distracting enough that she can't focus on anything else. She isn't very dizzy when he lifts her up into his arms the second time, cuddling her close to his chest so she's feeling warm and secure.

Now that she's no longer putting her whole attention on not puking, she can try and figure out who the person holding her actually is. He's not a man, she tells herself quietly. The doctor had told her that she's going into the care of an Alpha Werewolf and that's probably what, or rather, who he is. He's the werewolf who's going to be taking care of her from now on.

She feels a little disoriented as she cranes her neck up to look at him and her eyes can't focus enough to actually see his face.

"Don't move so much, baby. Daddy doesn't want to drop you," he says and shifts her a little in his arms, pulling her closer so that her face is almost smashed up against his chest. He's wearing something really soft too and he smells really good. For an indiscernible reason, her mouth begins to water upon breathing in his scent, pine and musk.

He's really very muscular and tall. She can't help but feel like a child being held this way by him, but she supposes that's the catch. Her smaller frame makes it easier for him to take care of her and she's going to be living with him from no on.

She tries to look around her new room. The crib is at the side of the room and there's a large desk on the other side. She sees a bunch of different shapes and colors in one corner that looks like stuffed animals. The color of the mat on the floor is different too. It looks like a play area. The walls there are painted a different color, green at the bottom with something that looks like a sun and clouds drawn at the top. The blue of the area merges together with the rest of the wall in the room, a pale tone that is very soothing to her eyes.

He passes by the crib and then takes her down a hallway and into a large, open kitchen. Chase is standing by the stove, stirring something. He glances at them when they walk in.

"How is she?"

"Better now that she's cleaned up," he says and she really likes how his voice sounds. With her face pressed up to his chest like this, she can feel the vibrations thrumming perfectly.

Chase walks up to them and offers to take her from his hands and she feels him snarl for the first time, confirming her initial suspicion that he's a werewolf.

"You're going to have to learn to share her eventually, Alpha, especially since you plan on going back to work."

He huffs and pulls back a little, the rumbling in his chest levelling until it's no longer loud enough to make the walls shake. "Give me a little time to get used to having her first," he concedes eventually. "I've only just gotten her."

Chase chuckles. "It's not like you haven't been sleeping in her room for the past several days."

He shrugs, unashamed. "The doctor says sometimes the bite doesn't take. I was worried."

Chase nods and moves a few steps back. "Alright, alright. I'm sorry for pushing. I'm excited to have her around too," he says and busies himself with something at the counter. When he turns back around, there is something in his hand. "Here. You could bring her to the living room? The doctors say she had latched onto the bottles in the hospital fairly easily, so you shouldn't have a problem with feeding her."

The Alpha nods, his chin brushing against the top of her head and he grabs the bottle from Chase and takes her to the living room.

It takes a second for his words to sink in and then she's blushing brightly. That can't be right. She doesn't remember latching on to anything in the hospital. She hadn't been awake for most of it and-

"There you go, baby," he says and pops the n****e of the bottle into her mouth.

The moment the n****e fits into her mouth, an explosion of sweetness bursts on her tongue and she starts sucking the n****e, humming happily at the way it soothes her throat and fills in her tummy. It's not too thick or too sweet that it's cloying and it has a lovely texture that slides down her tongue and warms up her throat. She loves it. She wants to grab at it with her own hands and hold it, tipping it back so she can drink faster, but her hands refuse to listen to her and still won't move beyond a few twitches of her fingertips.

This isn't too bad though. He's holding her very securely on his lap with the back of her head in the nook of his arm and her legs across his lap. He has the bottle in one hand, tilting the bottle up as she drinks more and more.

"That's it. There's my good girl. You're such a smart little thing, aren't you?" he praises, holding her close and smiling as he watches her down the bottle, getting mouthful after mouthful as quickly as she can. She must have bitten though the n****e of the bottle because milk gushes into her mouth suddenly and she's quick to drink the milk spilling out.

She's almost halfway done when he jerks it back abruptly, shifting her so can work on replacing the ruined n****e. "Ah, you've broken this, darling," he says, though he doesn't sound too upset about it. His tone is almost fond. He kisses the top of her head. "Just a moment, baby. Daddy needs to get this replaced so you don't choke."

She's not an infant! She's not going to choke on a drink just from drinking too fast. "Wah- No! No!" she cries, tears trickling down her face as she tries and fails to reach back for it. It's an overreaction, but it feels kind of warranted because she's so hungry and the bottle is the only thing - other than the bath - to make her feel better. She's not feeling so dizzy anymore and she thinks her sight is coming back to her. Things are still kind of blurry because of the tears in her eyes though.

"Breathe, baby. Daddy's just getting this fixed," he chuckles and the sound is a lovely one but she hates him right now, sending a glare in his general direction. That only seem to amuse him more and he lets out a laugh. "Alright, alright. Daddy's so mean for not wanting his precious baby to choke," he laughs and pops the n****e back in her mouth.

She starts drinking again happily, sucking in one full mouthful after another. By the time she nears the end, she realizes the bottle isn't filled with milk as she had suspected. It looks a little bit pink.

The bottle finishes in no time at all and he takes it away. She realizes that she had bitten through the n****e with her sharp teeth - her fangs?

She doesn't have time to react to that before he's lifting her up to get her vertical with her chin resting on top of his shoulder. He pats her back gently.

It takes her a while to understand that he isn't patting her back for fun. He's expecting her to burp. By then, she couldn't stop it from bubbling up even if she wanted to. She lets out a loud burp.

"That's it, baby. Good girl. Feeling better?"

It's humiliating, but she does feel better once she's full and burped out the gas in her tummy. She still cries a little bit though. Just because it makes her feel better doesn't mean she's any less embarrassed.

"Poor baby. Don't cry. Shh... That's it. There's my good girl. Aren't you just the loveliest thing. Daddy loves you so much already," he says, pressing little kisses all over her face, licking away her tears.

She lets his touches soothe her and closes her eyes, hiccupping quietly. It feels nice.