LOGINChapter 5:"You're snooping," he observed."I'm looking very big difference.""Not really." But he didn't seem angry, just resigned to her presence. "Find anything interesting?""You have a lot of cast iron.""It's the best for cooking over fire. Also virtually indestructible." He moved past her to the stove. "I'm making dinner. You can help or you can stay out of the way.""I'll help. What are we making?""Stew. It's simple and I can make enough to last a few days." He started pulling out ingredients. "You can chop vegetables. Think you can handle that without losing a finger?""I'm not completely incompetent.""Could have fooled me." But he handed her a knife and a cutting board. "Dice the onions. Small pieces."They worked in silence for a while. It was surprisingly comfortable, the rhythm of chopping and stirring, the warm kitchen, the smell of food cooking. Thessaly kept sneaking glances at Caspian, watching the way he moved, the concentration on his face."So," she said eventual
Chapter 4:Thessaly woke up to the smell of coffee and the sound of someone chopping wood.For a moment, she forgot where she was. Then the memories came flooding back. Alaska. Lost. Wolves. Grumpy mountain man named Caspian.She sat up, groaning. Her body felt like it had been hit by a truck. Her toes and fingers throbbed, her muscles ached, and her head was fuzzy from too much cold and not enough food.But she was alive. That was something.The window showed a wall of white, snow was coming down so thick she couldn't see more than a few feet. The storm Caspian had mentioned was clearly in full force."Great," she muttered. "Just great."She got up and padded barefoot toward the main room. Caspian was indeed chopping wood, but he was doing it inside, near the fireplace. Which seemed weird until she realized there was an entire wall of stacked firewood and he was just rotating stock.He'd changed clothes. Dark jeans, a black thermal shirt that stretched across his shoulders and chest
Chapter 3 Don’t Touch Anything: "You climbed my fence, screamed at my wolves, and nearly gave yourself frostbite in your boots. That's not an error in judgment. That's being an idiot city girl who has no business being out here." He pulled her hands out of the water and wrapped them in dry towels. "What's your name?" "Thessaly. Thessaly Brooks." "Caspian Wolfe." He stood up, towering over her. "You're stuck here until the storm clears and the satellite comes back online. Could be a few hours. Could be a few days. There's a guest room down the hall. Don't touch anything, don't go anywhere without permission, and stay away from my wolves." "Days? I can't stay here for days! I have a flight to catch, I have deadlines..." "Then you should have stayed with your guide." Caspian headed toward the kitchen area. "I'm making soup. You're going to eat it, get warm, and stop complaining. Unless you'd prefer to go back outside?" Thessaly shut her mouth. He had a point. A rude, blunt, annoyi
Chapter 2 Trespasser: "HELP! SOMEONE HELP! THERE ARE WOLVES!" The cabin door slammed open. A man came out, and even through her panic, Thessaly's brain registered that he was massive. Tall, broad shouldered, moving with the kind of grace that came from serious muscle. He was wearing jeans and a thermal shirt despite the cold, his dark hair longer than was fashionable, a beard covering half his face. He looked at her, then at the wolves, then back at her. "You're trespassing," he said. His voice was deep, rough, like he didn't use it much. "I'm LOST!" Thessaly shouted. "And your DOGS are trying to EAT ME!" "They're not dogs. And they won't eat you unless I tell them to." He crossed his arms. "How did you get here?" "I walked! Obviously! Can you please call them off?" "Why should I?" "Because I'm a human being who's freezing to death and asking for help?" Thessaly's voice went high and panicky. "Please! I've been lost for hours and I just need to use a phone!" The
Savage Daddy: Intro: When wildlife photographer Thessaly Brooks gets stranded in remote Alaskan wilderness owned by reclusive billionaire Caspian Wolfe, she thinks rescue is just a satellite phone call away. But Caspian's compound is snowed in for the next six weeks, and he has no intention of sharing his solitude with a chatty city girl who doesn't know the first thing about survival. Too bad for him, Thessaly doesn't take no for an answer. And too bad for her, Caspian has been alone in these mountains for five years, and he's forgotten how to be civilized. Chapter 1: Eight Hundred Dollar Mistake Thessaly was going to die in the snow wearing designer hiking boots that cost eight hundred dollars and were absolutely useless. This was not how she'd imagined her career going. She was supposed to be the next big wildlife photographer, the one who got the impossible shots, who went where others wouldn't dare. National Geographic was supposed to be calling her, not her credit ca
Chapter 16:Her orgasm hit like a freight train, thighs shaking, back arching, screaming his name as she pulsed around his fingers and flooded his mouth. He licked her through every tremor, drinking her down until she was oversensitive and whimpering.Only then did he rise, wiping his chin with the back of his hand, eyes feral. He shoved his briefs down, cock springing free—thick, veined, the head flushed dark and slick. Jade's mouth watered instantly."On your knees, sweetheart. Show Daddy how grateful you are."Jade scrambled to obey, knees sinking into the mattress. She wrapped her hand around his base, he was too thick for her fingers to meet, and licked a slow stripe from balls to tip, tasting the salt of pre-cum."Fuck—good girl—"She took him into her mouth, hollowing her cheeks, tongue swirling around the head before sliding down as far as she could. He hit the back of her throat and she gagged softly, eyes watering, but she didn't pull back. Instead she relaxed her throat and
Chapter 9You Belong To Me:Something flickered in his expression. Surprise, maybe? Like he hadn't expected her to be angry."I told Mrs. Chen to take care of you. You had everything you needed in my house.""Everything except an explanation. Everything except knowing whether you were dead or alive
Chapter 8Seven Days Without Daddy:Seven days. Seven whole days since Damien Blackwood had turned her world upside down in his study, and Scarlett hadn't seen him once. Not a glimpse. Not even the sound of his voice echoing through the hallways of his massive mansion. After Mrs Chen had taken her
Chapter 11Yes, Daddy:Eduardo nodded quickly. "Yes. Absolutely. Thank you, Mr. Blackwood. Thank you for taking care of her."As her father hurried away, probably to try to salvage what was left of his business, Scarlett turned to look at Damien. The ballroom was still buzzing with shocked conversa
Chapter 10 Mine In The Spotlight: "We're going out tonight," Damien announced over breakfast the next morning, not looking up from his phone as he scrolled through what looked like his business emails. Scarlett nearly choked on her coffee. "Out? Like, outside the gates?" "There's a charity gala







