Page 32 of Connor's Claim

Connor made an angry sound and upped his tempo. “That’s what ye heard, then? Some fucking jackoff commented on your body and hurt ye. When I’m through, you’ll give me a name.”

My lips parted, a protest ready.

“Look at Tabitha,” he commanded again. “Would she let that man talk down to her like that, or would she know her worth?”

“Men,” I corrected him, hazily focusing on the scene ahead of us.

The second man eased inside her, too, and all three groaned, pausing for a beat that I felt through my whole body. I had no idea people did that. I was kind of in love with how Tabitha was being fucked so well by two men, both enraptured. Holding her. Working for her pleasure.

Connor gave a dark laugh. “They’re dead.”

I made some kind of ungodly groan in reply.

“So tell them what their words mean,” he ordered.

“I…don’t know.”

“Their words mean nothing.”

“Nothing,” I agreed.

“Except the guarantee of their pain at my hands.”

My orgasm smacked into me with the force of a bomb. I cried out and bucked then sagged onto Connor, my breathing stuttering, and his hand lodged inside me getting squeezed by each pulse of my internal walls.

Tabitha came with a loud moan, too, both men groaning with her.

Happiness and satisfaction rolled through me, and I rode the wave, blissed out completely.

A sound of pure desire came from Connor, and he rested his forehead against my hair, his body shuddering and his breathing just as hard as mine. “Their names.”

“Councillors Blake and Slaughter,” I breathed.

“Their crime.”

“They discussed my body while I gave my speech. I could hear them over the headphones. They were…unkind.”

He nodded once, as if committing it all to memory, then he stood, setting me down on the sofa and collecting my dress from the floor. I took it, tugging it on fast.

The three people cleared the other room. I peeked up at Connor.

“Can I…?” I gestured down his body.

My mouth watered. I wanted to tongue his piercing—a shocking thought, but I was primed and wanted him to feel the same. But in the low light from the pink room, a wet patch gleamed on his jeans, too high to have been from me. He’d come from getting me off? Oh God.

He raised a shoulder. “Too late. Besides, why change your practice of only taking from me? We wouldn’t want to fuck up that dynamic.”

It was a shutter rattling down on my happy feelings, though maybe that was a good thing. Him being sweet gave me ideas I knew could never turn real.

Chapter 12

Everly

Perched on Connor’s bed, I tapped out a message to Genevieve, asking if she was free. She shot back a reply, pointing out that it was raining hard so the roof wasn’t the best option and could we meet downstairs?

I peeked from the bedroom door. At the kitchen counter, Connor was cleaning up from dinner, the overhead lamps casting him in bright light and shadows so every single muscle on his powerful arms stood out.

Arms that had been wrapped around me while his hands did devilish things.