Ruled by her Daddies (Harem of Daddies)

“You think this is funny? How did you get in here, Genevieve?” Wolfe asked in a low, dark voice that made a shiver run across her skin.

“Umm, flew?” she suggested with big eyes.

“Flew? What does she mean, she flew?” Wolfe looked to Caleb.

“She’s teasing you.”

“Teasing me? Nobody teases me.”

“I’m insulted. I tease you,” Aleki said.

“You annoy me,” Wolfe snapped back. “How did you get in here, Genevieve?”

“I crawled?”

“Vivi,” Caleb said warningly, his face firming. Damn it, when Caleb looked like that you knew he meant business. And disobeying him wasn’t an option.

At least not for her.

“I walked.”

“On your injured foot. That you’re not supposed to put any weight on,” Wolfe said darkly.

“It’s a lot better,” she replied. “It’s barely swollen anymore. You guys can’t keep carrying me everywhere.”

“Why not?” Aleki asked. “I’d carry you forever if I could.”

“Oh. Aleki.”

He turned away, as though he hadn’t quite meant to say what he had. Or maybe he hadn’t meant it to sound so, well, profound. Meaningful? He was usually so light-hearted, treating everything as a joke.

“You might have to if she does permanent damage to her foot,” Wolfe grumbled, kneeling to examine her.

She sighed. “Wolfe, I haven’t done any damage to it. It’s nearly healed. It’s fine.”

“You’re not a doctor.”

“I’m sure Obian would say the same.”

“We’ll get him in here to check,” Caleb told Wolfe.

Wolfe sat back, not looking any happier. “You were put down for a nap.”

“I couldn’t sleep.”

“You got up without permission,” Wolfe said.

She narrowed her gaze. “I don’t need permission to get up.”

“Yes, you do. You’re under doctor’s orders to rest. To not walk on your foot. And you did the opposite. You just earned yourself a punishment.”

Her mouth dropped open. “I did not.”

“You did. You’re getting your butt spanked.”

“I am not!” She looked over at Aleki. “Tell him.”

“Oh no, baby girl. When one of us dishes out a punishment, we don’t argue with him.”