42. Sunny
42
SUNNY
I feel all worn out from all the crazy experiences I just endured. The auction was bad enough and then the wolf fight and the breeding… I feel like I just lived through a hundred years in one night!
Also, the intense breeding seems to have taken something out of me. I’m so tired I can barely keep my eyes open. I’m also sore inside, but in a good way, if that makes any sense. At any rate, my body feels satiated in a way it never has before. I sense that my “breeding belly” as Connor calls it, has something to do with that. My womb can’t claim to be empty when it’s swimming with his cum.
My breasts are still full of nectar though. They ache, but it’s a dull pain, one I can ignore—for now. I drift off for a little while from pure exhaustion and when I wake up, we’re pulling into the circular driveway of what can only be described as a mansion.
“Wow!” I blink, wondering if this is a dream. “ Is this where you live?” I ask Connor .
He nods.
“This has been my family home for generations.”
It strikes me all over again that he’s rich— I mean, really rich—and yet he was willing to stay in Singing Rock with me and do manual labor. But why?
“I don’t understand,” I say, as he comes around to the passenger side and takes me in his arms.
“Don’t understand what, baby?” he asks as he carries me to the front door—a huge, imposing slab of oak that’s carved into intricate patterns with an old-fashioned brass doorknocker in the shape of a wolf’s head.
“I don’t understand why you’d take a job as a dishwasher,” I tell him. “ I mean, you have all this…” I wave my hand vaguely. “ Why come live in Singing Rock ?”
“Because that’s where you were,” he says simply. “ I wanted to be with you.”
His answer makes my heart flutter, but I’m still not happy about his deception.
“But why did you pretend to be Kane for so long?” I ask him.
Connor shakes his head.
“Listen, I promise to explain everything but first we need to get you cleaned up and out of that crazy breeding outfit.”
I have to agree with that. We can’t hash everything out standing here on his doorstep. Or at least Connor is standing and I’m in his arms.
“Okay,” I say, nodding. “ But I want to know everything.”
“Everything,” he promises.
He leans in to show his face to a shiny black panel and after a moment, it clicks and the door swings open. Connor carries me inside and I gasp at the opulence around me. I thought Raymond the stylist had a nice house, but this puts it to shame. It really looks like something you’d see in an article about “ Homes of the Rich and Famous ” or something like that.
“You like it?” Connor asks as he carries me through the massive, round foyer and into the back of the house.
“It’s gorgeous,” I admit.
“It’s empty,” he says flatly. “ I don’t have anyone to share it with.”
“But…what about your family?” I realize I don’t know anything about him—not really. Does he have a family to share this with?
Connor shakes his head.
“Gone,” he says. “ All dead.”
“Oh my…” I put a hand to my mouth. “ What happened?”
“My parents both died of natural causes,” he tells me. “ My sister, Bethany …” He shakes his head and I sense it hurts to talk about. She must have been killed suddenly in some way.
“That’s all right—you don’t have to say it,” I tell him quickly.
“Thank you. I’ll tell you later,” he promises.
We walk down a long corridor—this is the kind of house that has “wings”—with lots of doors. When we get to the end, Connor pushes inside and we find ourselves in a massive bedroom. In the center is a bed with four intricately carved wooden posts. It has a fluffy dark green and brown comforter with gold trim that looks like it costs more than my car. It probably did, I think.
But Connor doesn’t give me much time to admire his bedroom. He carries me into an ensuite bathroom that has a fancy shower stall and an enormous marble tub.
He places me carefully down on the broad edge of the tub and raises his eyebrows.
“This okay, baby? Can you sit for a minute?”
“I’m fine,” I assure him, though to be honest, I still feel really weak. Not like I’m going to fall over though— I can manage to sit on my own.
“Good.”
Connor starts running a bath in the tub. He adds some good smelling bubble bath which foams up at once and then turns to me.
“All right, let’s get you out of that dress.”
I’m too weak to help much, but he does it all, extracting me from the now-ruined dress and helping me out of the crazy harness with the golden ring around my clit. It’s all sticky from my honey and I’m more than glad to get it off.
As soon as I’m finally naked, Connor helps me into the tub. I sigh in delight as the sweet smelling, warm water surrounds me. It feels so good on my aching body and too-full breasts!
“There now, baby.” Connor kneels beside the tub. “ How do you feel?”
“Better,” I admit. “ But my hair’s going to get all wet.”
“Here.” He leaves for a minute and comes back with a hairclip—maybe one of his sister’s? Anyway , he twists my hair up on top of my head and clips it in place. Then I can really relax and I do, sighing contentedly.
“All right now, let’s get you clean.” Connor takes a big, puffy sponge and begins to wash me. I think about protesting that I can do it myself, but honestly, I don’t feel like it. And I kind of like being taken care of.
“Thank you,” I murmur as he washes me. “ Oh !” Because the sponge is sliding over my too-full breasts.
“I’m going to help you with those in a minute, baby,” Connor promises. “ And now that you’ve got a breeding belly, your breasts should stop producing nectar for a while.”
That’s good news to me— I’m tired of feeling like my breasts are too full and sensitive and being sticky all the time.
Connor finishes washing me and lets me soak in the tub for a while. He gets me a glass of cold apple juice that’s pretty much the best thing I’ve ever tasted. It quenches my thirst and makes me feel refreshed.
At last he takes me out and dries me off, paying special attention to my breasts and my rounded belly. I can’t help thinking that this is how he would treat me if I was pregnant…which seems like a distinct possibility in the near future, considering how he bred me. What will I do if it turns out I’m carrying his baby?
At this point, I just don’t know.
Connor wraps me in a big, fluffy towel—one of those really enormous ones they call a “bath sheet”—and carries me into the bedroom. When I protest that I could walk on my own, he says,
“Why should you when I can carry you?”
He places me down on the bed and tells me to relax a minute while he takes a shower.
I agree and he leaves me for five minutes and comes back with a towel wrapped around his waist and damp hair. Water droplets are beading on his broad shoulders and muscular chest. It reminds me of how he looked that first night at my house and how I couldn’t stop staring at him.
“You look amazing,” I say frankly. “ I mean, I really like the new haircut.” I gesture to his hair, which is considerably shorter than it was when I first met him.
“Oh yeah…” He laughs and shrugs. “ I let it get long in prison but I figured I’d better cut it before I met with my company’s board for the first time in three years.”
“You own a whole company?” I ask, raising my eyebrows.
He shrugs again, as though it’s no big deal.
“Lowell Enterprises . It’s been in my family for generations.”
“You said you’d tell me more about your family,” I remind him. “ I mean…if you want to.”
“I do.” He sits on the bed beside me. “ You deserve to know everything after the way I lied to you. I’m so sorry about that, Sunny . I should have been up-front with you in the beginning.”
“Yes, you should have,” I say, because it’s true. “ I still don’t understand why you lied and pretended to be Kane , though.”
Connor sighs and runs a hand through his hair.
“It started as a way to keep myself occupied in prison. About a week after I moved into Kane’s cell, I saw your letter in the trash. I was bored and curious and he clearly didn’t give a shit what happened to it so I took it out and read it.”
I try to remember what I wrote in that letter but it’s impossible— I wrote so many over the years, just praying that my big brother would make contact with me.
“So…you liked my letter?” I ask tentatively.
“I more than liked it.” Kane takes one of my hands in his. “ Baby , your letter felt like a ray of light in that dark, dirty cell. It was like I was drowning and you threw me a lifeline.” He sighs. “ I wanted to write back but I was afraid if I told you who I was—just some random guy who was your brother’s cellmate—you’d think I was weird and creepy.”
“Well… I probably would have,” I admit. “ It would be scary to get a letter from prison from a complete stranger.”
“That’s exactly what I thought,” Connor says. “ So I pretended to be Kane . I didn’t mean for anything to come of it— I really didn’t. I thought you deserved to have a big brother who cared about you for a change.” He shrugs. “ So I pretended to be that brother.”
“But then you came to see me and kept pretending,” I pointed out.
“I know— I shouldn’t have done that,” Connor admits, and I can see the contrition in his pale eyes. “ But in my defense, I really only meant to stay an hour and have a piece of your famous pie. Then I was going to move on and let you believe that your big brother was happy and doing well. But then you insisted that I stay the night.”
“Yes, I did, didn’t I ?” I nod reluctantly. “ I just felt so…so drawn to you,” I admit to him. “ Though not exactly in a sisterly way.”
“No, clearly not,” he says dryly. “ I’m sorry about that, too—making you think you were, uh, doing sexual things with your own brother.”
“You never felt like my brother though,” I tell him. “ I think, deep down, I knew you weren’t. I just wanted to be close to you.”
“I felt the same way.” He cups my cheek in one hand. “ To be honest, baby, I think you might be my Fated Mate , even though Rogue Alphas like me usually don’t have mates.”
“Fated Mate ?” I frown. “ What does that mean?”
“It means you’re the one woman in the world who’s meant just for me. And I’m the one man in the world for you,” he tells me. “ I can tell you that my Wolf certainly thinks you’re our mate. He was miserable when I had to leave you.”
“So your Wolf …likes me?” I remember the huge silver wolf, as big as a pony, fighting Kane’s Wolf to keep me safe.
“He loves you…and so do I ,” Connor says in a low voice. “ I probably shouldn’t say that, but I can’t help it—it’s how I feel. It’s how I’ve felt from the first minute I picked your letter out of the trash and read it.”
“Oh, Connor …” My heart swells but there’s still something I have to know. “ I’m sorry,” I tell him. “ I want to let myself feel the same way for you that you feel for me but I have to know…why were you in prison in the first place? Was it really for…for murder?”
He nods soberly.
“It was. I’m afraid it has to do with my little sister, Bethany .”
“Oh, the one who…who died?” I ask softly.
He nods again.
“She killed herself. After a Were named Rodger Buckly raped her.” His voice grows hard and his eyes flash. “ The fucker thought he could get away with it! I found out what had happened after Bethany killed herself— I read her diary,” he adds. “ And I went after him. He didn’t even try to deny it!”
“Oh my God , that’s awful!” I exclaim. “ I’m so sorry, Connor !”
He shrugs grimly.
“What’s done is done. I killed him and was brought up before the Were Tribunal for judgment. That’s kind of like going to court for a human,” he adds in explanation.
“So what happened? Couldn’t you tell them why you did it?” I ask.
“I did,” Connor says. “ And I showed them Bethany’s diary too. They judged that it was a righteous killing—that means I had the right to take his life for what he’d done to a female in my family. But any time you take a life outside of the right boundaries in the Were world, you have to pay the price. They ordered me to spend three years in prison as punishment…” He raises his hands. “ Which is how I wound up locked in a cell with your brother in the first place.”
It all makes sense now. I understand why he killed the man who raped his sister. I don’t blame him a bit for it, either.
“I don’t blame you for what you did,” I tell him. “ You must have been so angry and sad after losing your little sister.”
“I was— Bethany and I were really close, especially after our parents passed,” he says in a low voice. “ That’s one reason I wrote back to you, I think. I was angry that Kane just didn’t give a shit about his own little sister when I missed mine so much.”
“Oh, Connor …” I wish I could hug him. I reach for him but I can’t help wincing when the towel rubs against my breasts.
Connor sees my expression and seems to know the cause right away.
“I’m sorry, baby— I promised you I’d take care of you and here I am just talking. Here , let me see those.”
He opens my towel and I let him—it feels right to let him take care of me now. My breasts are way too full and still leaking the sticky nectar.
“Let me help you,” Connor says softly. Then he takes one of my nipples in his mouth and starts to suck.
I moan softly and arch my back, offering myself completely. The gentle suction eases the pressure in my breasts but it also sends sparks of pleasure straight to my pussy. It feels so good that I shift my hips, wishing I could touch myself.
Connor seems to somehow know what’s going on in my head because he lets my nipple slip from his lips and gives me a half-lidded look.
“Mmm, baby—are you enjoying yourself?” he rumbles.
“Y-yes,” I admit breathlessly. “ I … I really love it when you suck my nipples.”
“Of course you do, baby. That’s normal—especially when you’re on your Heat Cycle ,” he murmurs. Then he sucks the other nipple, drawing the sticky nectar out and making me squirm as the pleasure builds between my thighs.
When he finally finishes, my breasts are much more comfortable, but my pussy feels hot and needy all over again.
“Connor!” I exclaim, wiggling my hips. “ I feel so…almost like I need to be bred again. But you can’t, can you? I mean not so soon after…” I nod down at myself and my breeding belly.
“No, I can’t breed you, but I can ease your pain, baby.” He slides down the bed. “ Spread your thighs for me so I can taste you.”
I bite my lower lip. This still makes me feel a little self-conscious. But I remember how much he enjoyed tasting me before and besides, I’m so hot I can barely think straight!
“All right,” I whisper and spread my thighs for him.
Connor growls hungrily and presses his face between my legs. I feel him rubbing his cheek against my mound of curls and then his tongue is diving in, parting my folds and licking up the juices—or honey, as the Weres call it—eagerly.
“Oh… ohhh!” I moan, winding my fingers through his thick hair. “ Oh , Connor —that feels so good!”
My only answer is another low, hungry growl and he redoubles his efforts, sucking my swollen clit into his mouth and teasing it mercilessly with the tip of his tongue until I gasp and pull his hair, bucking my hips up to meet him.
I have to be honest, it doesn’t take long for me to start coming. Connor seems to know my body better than I do—maybe that has something to do with me being his “ Fated Mate .” He licks and sucks and teases me until I come for him…and then he does it again and again.
At last, I start pushing him away because I can’t take anymore. Finally he stops and looks up at me. His mouth and chin are shiny with my juices and his eyes are lazy with lust.
“God, baby—you taste so fucking good,” he growls hoarsely and licks his lips. “ I just want to keep you in my bed forever!”
I bit my lower lip.
“Do you mean that? Or are you just saying it?”
“Of course I mean it!” Connor is suddenly serious. He comes up to the head of the bed and takes me in his arms. “ Sunny , I want to keep you with me always— I want to marry you, if you’ll let me.”
“Marry me?” My eyes fly wide. “ But look at all this…” I throw out my arm, indicating his mansion and his vast wealth. “ I mean, you could have anyone you wanted. Why me? I’m just a poor waitress. I don’t even have a college education!”
“You’re my Fated Mate , baby,” he growls. “ You’re the only woman I want—the only woman I’ll ever want. And if you want to go to college, you can. Or if you want to open that little pie and pastry shop you’ve been dreaming of, you can do that too. Anything you want—just stay with me.”
I nibble my lower lip again.
“Can I go say goodbye to everyone in Singing Rock and collect Miss Sassy ? I’m worried about her—she’s been out on her own for days now!”
“Of course we can.” He kisses me and looks into my eyes. “ Baby , we can do anything you want. Just say you’ll be mine—be my mate forever.”
My heart swells and I know I can’t refuse him. He might have lied to me at first but I understand now why he did it. And I can see the sincerity in his pale eyes—he loves me. And I have to be honest— I love him too. I feel like my heart is going to burst with happiness.
“Yes, Connor — I’ll stay with you,” I tell him. “ I love you too.”
“Baby! You don’t know how happy you’ve made me!”
He crushes me to him and kisses me hard on the mouth. I find myself responding, my body eager for his again as I kiss him back. I can taste my own secret flavor on his lips, and it makes me even hotter.
“Oh, Connor ,” I say breathlessly, when we finally pull apart. “ I feel like…like I want you again!”
He smiles, his eyes going lazy with lust again.
“That’s all right, baby—you can have me. And I can have you. Come on, let me taste you again.”
As he slides down between my thighs, I have a minute to think about how much my life has changed. Not long ago I was a poor waitress living in the middle of nowhere without much of anything to look forward too. Now I have a wonderful man who loves me to distraction and who wants nothing more than to pleasure me and make me happy for the rest of my life.
I’m so happy I could cry but I have to admit, it all started because I was… Betrayed .