Page 129 of Connor's Claim
Tying my dressing gown closed, I trotted after him into the living room. He sat me at the kitchen counter which held his tattoo kit. A few days ago, he’d inked a curl of hair on his arm as a tribute to Alisha, his fallen crew member, but now, his gaze was all over me.
“I have a proposal to make. One day, I’ll marry ye. I want us to be a family and I want to give ye my last name.”
I took a breath of joy. “Is that you asking?”
“Almost.” A teasing smirk curved his lips. “But no. I’ll do it properly when we aren’t under siege. For now, I want to make good on my threat to ink my name into your skin.”
He had threatened that, but I’d still wanted it.
“Regardless of whether you’re pregnant right away, I want ye to know you’re mine. I’d die for ye, Everly. I’ll kill, too. Your father, Piers, they’re both dead men, I’m just biding my time to the point when I know the connection between them and until your father is no longer useful. But both have no right to live after what they did to ye. Same as anyone who looks at ye wrong. I’ll protect ye forever. Right now, I want ye to have my name.”
“Another tattoo.” I squirmed on my seat, a burst of fresh desire waking inside me. “Where?”
“Forehead still out?”
I swatted his arm. He grinned and collected my left hand.
“I thought here, around your finger where a ring will go one day.”
It was the perfect idea. Holding in tears, I placed my hand on the counter in offer, and his eyes gleamed.
Connor kissed me then got his kit ready and started the gun. He laid down the M, I, C, and H of Michaels then paused. Another open-mouthed kiss delighted my throat.
I angled my neck to give him better access. “This is turning you on.”
“Aye, temptress.”
With a quick tug, I undid my dressing gown so it fell open. Underneath, I was completely naked, and Connor groaned, his gaze all over my warm skin.
“Can I fuck ye while I finish it?”
“I don’t know, can you?”
I reached for his waistband and lowered his sweats, freeing his dick. He angled to slide it between my legs then inside me, both of us panting at how good it felt. The angle was trickier, but Connor brought my hand across my chest, at the same time, sucking one of my beaded nipples into his mouth. He spread my fingers. Suckled me. Scribed the last of his name into my skin.
When he was done, he came in a flurry of deep and slow hits that took me with him into bliss.
We cooled. Held each other.
The only thing left now was to take that test.
A short while later…
I used to think patience was part of my nature, but I’d been trapped and forced to endure. No more. Three minutes felt like forever.
At last, it was up.
I raised my head from the test which lay flat on the bedside table. Connor met my gaze, his smile faltering with emotion that I felt to my bones.
“It’s positive?”
I nodded quickly, rising happiness making me want to laugh. Connor held me close like he’d never let go.
My killer ex-stepbrother had got me pregnant.
Only in our world could that be the perfect resolution to all our wasted years.
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