Ruled by her Daddies (Harem of Daddies)

“Kidnapping? What is she talking about?” Wolfe snapped.

“He didn’t agree to this?” They’d lied to her?

“Relax, the two of you,” Caleb replied calmly. “She thinks we’re trying to kidnap her.”

“You are kidnapping me,” she insisted.

“No, we’re stealing you. Completely different,” Aleki told her.

They were lunatics. All of them.

Wolfe leaned in and undid her seatbelt then lifted her into his arms.

“Wolfe, I don’t know if this is a good idea. What if I put you all in danger?”

He glared down at her. “Don’t give me any of that shit, Genevieve. I’ve had enough. From now on, every time you mention putting us in danger or protecting us, I’m gonna put you over my knee and redden that ass, you got me?”

She gaped at him.

“Well?” he snapped.

“I understand.”

He grunted in satisfaction. Jeez Louise.

“We’ve been pre-cleared but we still have to show our passports and get ticked off the manifest. I told them that she’s hurt her ankle and they offered us a wheelchair, but I declined. You gonna give us any trouble in there, Genevieve?” Wolfe asked.

She sighed. “No.”

Satisfaction filled his face. “Good.”

The process was extremely quick and it wasn’t long until she found herself in the most luxurious plane she’d ever seen in her life. There were ten chairs done in white leather. Four faced each other with a table in the middle. And the remaining six were on the other side, in a row like in a normal plane. But these chairs were enormous. Like a recliner.

“There’s a bed out the back,” Wolfe explained as he placed her in a chair. They’d loosened the blanket for her in the airport so she could move her arms. “You’ll lie down there once we’ve taken off.”

“You don’t seriously think I’ll be able to sleep,” she said.

“You need sleep. It will help you heal.” He drew the blanket away carefully. “How is your arm? Is it hurting? Damn it, Aleki, you could have ripped her stitches when you bundled her up.”

“I was careful,” Aleki protested.

Wolfe grumbled as he inspected her arm and foot.

“Your feet are freezing.” Wolfe stood and moved to the back of the plane. Okay, that was abrupt and weird, even for him.

Caleb was up front, talking to the pilot. Aleki came over, carrying a bottle of water which he set in the cup rest on the arm of her chair. “I didn’t really hurt your arm, did I?”

“No,” she lied. “I’m fine.”

“She’s not fine. She’s in pain,” Wolfe countered. What was he carrying in his hand? Were those . . .

“Are those wolf slippers?” she asked him.

He just grunted. Then he shocked her by getting down on his knees in front of her and gently putting the slippers on her feet. Maybe Caleb and Aleki were right, maybe Wolfe didn’t despise her.

Maybe he cared.

“You bought her slippers, man?” Aleki asked. “We’re going to the desert.”