Epilogue - Malachi
I’m already wrecked, already hanging by a thread, and he hasn’t even gotten his mouth on my cock yet. I’m completely at his mercy, pinned beneath him as he kisses his way down, like he’s savoring every inch of me.
Then his tongue flicks out, teasing over the head of my cock, and I jolt, my hips twitching as a strangled moan rips from my throat.
“There we go,” he mutters, pressing my thighs further apart, holding me down like he knows I’d try to run if he gave me the chance. “That sound I fuckin’ live for.”
He drags his tongue down the underside of my cock, slow and filthy, his fingers gripping my thighs so tight I know I’ll have bruises tomorrow.
“Fuck,” I gasp, my fingers tangling in his blond hair, tugging, but he doesn’t let me guide him. He’s in control, completely, and he fucking loves it.
His lips wrap around the head, his tongue swirling, teasing, and my whole body locks up.
“God, baby, I could live between your thighs. You’d let me, wouldn’t you? Let me have you like this whenever I fuckin’ wanted?”
I don’t even know what I’m saying anymore. The words tumble out, wrecked and desperate. “Yes, fuck, yes—”
“That’s a good boy,” he murmurs, his voice vibrating against me as he takes me deeper, swallowing me down inch by inch until his nose presses against my stomach.
The heat, the wetness, the way his throat tightens around me—it’s too much. My legs tremble, my fingers clenching hard in his hair, and he groans at the pull like he fucking loves when I lose control.
I let out a strangled moan, my hips bucking despite his grip, my body a live wire. “Connor, please—”
“Please what, baby?” His voice is pure sin, his smirk nothing short of wicked. “Want me to let you come? Want me to keep you on edge, keep you beggin’ for me?”
I don’t care how fucking shameless I sound. I need it. Need him. “Please, Connor, fuck—” I make a noise that’s somewhere between a moan and a whimper, my body twisting beneath him. “Stop talkin’ and—”
Connor presses a hand against my stomach, pinning me down. “Watch that mouth, baby,” he warns, his tone dark and teasing. “Unless you wanna give me a reason to put it to better use.”
I glare down at him, but whatever retort I have dies in my throat when he swallows me down again, his throat tightening around me as he takes me deeper. I choke on a moan, my hands flying to his hair, my fingers tightening in the messy blond strands.
“Fuck, Connor—feels so good—”
His groan sends another jolt of pleasure through me, his mouth working me over like he’s got all the time in the world. His pace is relentless now, his cheeks hollowing as he sucks me down, his tongue flicking and teasing just enough to keep me on edge, working me over like he’s got all the time in the world.
I don’t stand a chance.
My back arches, my vision whites out, and I cry out as I fall apart, my whole body shaking as I spill down his throat. He groans like he fucking loves it, swallowing everything I give him, his grip unrelenting as he holds me down through every shuddering wave of pleasure.
When I finally come down, I’m boneless, gasping for breath, and he pulls back with a smug fucking smirk, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Messy thing,” he mutters, crawling back up my body and pressing his lips against my temple. “Can’t believe you’re already this wrecked and I haven’t even fucked you yet.”
I groan, my face burning, and he just chuckles, wrapping an arm around my waist like he already knows I’m not going anywhere.
I lay draped across Connor’s chest, my cheek pressed against his warm skin, listening to the steady beat of his heart. It’s calming in a way nothing else is, chasing away the stress that’s been tightening my chest for weeks now.
Exams are killing me, the workload at Willow Bridge is heavier than anything I’ve faced before. I’m not failing, but fuck—there’s so much pressure to perform and prove myself.
Connor seemed to sense it the second he walked into my dorm earlier, eyes narrowing as he took in my exhausted expression and tense shoulders.
Without a word, he swept in and distracted me so thoroughly I forgot my own name, much less the exams. My body aches pleasantly now, limbs heavy and sated, mind blissfully blank.
Connor’s fingers trace gentle patterns along my spine, soothing and warm. I sigh softly, relaxing further into him, letting his warmth and strength ease away the lingering tension in my muscles.
Three months of this—three months of Connor showing me in a hundred little ways that he meant every promise he made. That he loves me, that he wants me.
He’s more than proven himself, and yet I still catch myself thinking about everything he’s sacrificed and how much he’s changed his life for me. It feels surreal sometimes—this dangerous, powerful man choosing me, of all people.
“You okay, Babyface?” he murmurs softly into my hair, his voice low and gentle, like he knows I’m lost in thought again. He always seems to know exactly what’s on my mind without me having to say a word.
“Yeah,” I whisper, tracing lazy circles on his bare chest. “Just thinkin’.”
His chest rumbles beneath me as he chuckles quietly. “You’re always thinkin’ too damn much. Told you, let me worry about things for a bit.”
I smile faintly, lifting my head slightly to look at him. His blond hair is messy from my fingers, his green eyes soft in the dim lighting. He looks impossibly relaxed and content, and a warmth swells in my chest just seeing him this way. “Yeah, well, it’s hard not to.”
He cups my face, thumb brushing my cheekbone gently. “You’re doin’ fine, baby. You’ve got this. Don’t put so much pressure on yourself.”
I nod slowly, leaning into his touch. “I know. I just… wanna get through this without losin’ my damn mind.”
Connor’s lips quirk into a gentle smile. “And you will. I’ve got you.”
The sincerity in his voice settles the anxious flutter in my chest, and I lean down, brushing a soft kiss against his lips. He sighs contentedly, pulling me closer again, tucking my head beneath his chin as his fingers continue their lazy path down my spine.
“Speaking of stress,” he says, his voice vibrating softly against my cheek, “you remember we’re going to Giovanni’s wedding next month, right?”
I tense up instinctively at the reminder. Giovanni Basile—one of Connor’s closest friends and fellow Crowns—is marrying Chiara, and, naturally, we’re both invited. But the thought of attending such a high-profile event alongside Connor, openly and publicly… it’s intimidating as fuck.
“Yeah,” I murmur quietly, trying to keep my voice steady. “I remember.”
Connor chuckles gently, sensing my nerves immediately. “You’ll be fine, baby. Everyone already loves you, and it’s gonna be fuckin’ great. I’ll be right there with you the whole time.”
“Yeah, easy for you to say,” I grumble softly, fingers tracing aimless patterns along his chest. “You’re used to all this fancy shit. I’m not.”
He tilts my chin up gently, meeting my gaze firmly. “Malachi, you belong there as much as I do. You’re with me. And anyone who’s got a problem with that can fuck right off.”
I huff softly, warmth flooding my face at his unwavering confidence. “And what about meeting your family officially?” I ask quietly, anxiety twisting through my stomach. “You sure they’re okay with this?”
He chuckles, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. “They’re more than okay with it. Fuck, they’ve been askin’ to meet you properly for months. My ma and sister are dyin’ to get to know you, and even Da’s warmed up to the idea. You made quite the impression on him.”
I snort softly, shaking my head. “Yeah, because I got kidnapped by his son and then chose his family over my own father. Fantastic first impression.”
Connor laughs outright at that, the sound rumbling warmly in his chest. “It worked, didn’t it? Da respects you, baby. He sees how you are with me. He sees how much you’ve changed me. Trust me, you’re good.”
I sigh softly, giving in to the reassurance in his voice. Connor has never lied to me, never sugar coated shit, so if he says it’s okay, then maybe it actually is. Still, meeting the family formally is a nerve-wracking thought.
There’s a comfortable silence between us, broken only by our breathing, before I finally gather the courage to voice something that’s been lingering at the back of my mind for a while now. I hesitate slightly, nerves fluttering in my chest, but I push forward anyway.
“Connor?”
“Hmm?”
“Why… haven’t you done any Dom things with me?” I blurt awkwardly, my face instantly burning with embarrassment.
He freezes, surprise flickering across his features before he chuckles softly, amusement shining in his eyes. “‘Dom things’?” he repeats teasingly, brow lifted. “That’s how you’re gonna phrase it?”
I scowl slightly, nudging his chest. “Shut up, you know what I mean. You’re… into that stuff, right? So, why haven’t you done any of it with me?”
Connor smiles gently, brushing a kiss against my temple before answering softly. “I wasn’t sure if you’d be comfortable with it,” he admits, fingers tracing soft patterns on my back. “Didn’t wanna scare you off, baby. You’ve been through enough already. I figured you needed things slow and easy, not pushy.”
Warmth floods my chest at his thoughtfulness, and I lift my head to look at him again, biting my lip nervously. “But… do you want to?”
Connor watches me carefully, eyes darkening slightly as he nods slowly. “Aye, I mean, there are definitely things I’d like to try with you. But only if you want it.”
My face flushes hotter, but I hold his gaze firmly. “I’d be willin’ to try,” I whisper softly, heart pounding faster. “I trust you, and…” I trail off awkwardly, voice lowering to a shy murmur. “I like it when you take control.”
His eyes flare with heat, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Yeah? You like when I take charge, huh?”
I nod nervously, cheeks burning. “You look hot when you do,” I admit, biting the corner of my bottom lip. “Like at the bonfire that night. You walked out wearin’ just those black jeans and that leather holster thing over your chest—fuck, Connor, you have no idea how good you looked. I nearly lost my mind.”
Connor grins wickedly, his eyes glittering with satisfaction. “That right? You liked seein’ me dressed like that, Babyface?”
I groan and hide my flushed face against his chest. “Don’t be smug about it.”
He chuckles and kisses the side of my head, his fingers still tracing gentle circles on my back. “Too late. But fuck, hearin’ you say that…” he hums appreciatively, voice husky. “You have no idea how much I wanna show you exactly what it means for me to be your Dom.”
I shiver at the heat in his voice, my breath hitching as I remember the time he told me to get on my knees while he stroked his cock. “Then do it sometime,” I whisper, lifting my head to meet his gaze with heated cheeks. “I wanna know that side of you, Connor. I wanna experience it.”
His eyes darken further, and he cups my jaw, holding my gaze. “We’ll plan somethin’ soon. Fuck, I’m gonna have you beggin’ for me in ways you’ve never even imagined.”
I swallow hard, anticipation flooding through me. “I can’t wait,” I murmur, meaning every word.
He smiles softly, pressing a tender kiss to my lips. “Fuck, I love you.”
Warmth swells in my chest at those words, resting my forehead against his. “I love you too, mó chroí, ” I whisper, feeling more at peace than I ever have.
Connor holds me closer, fingers running gently through my hair, soothing and possessive all at once. “We’re gonna be good, Malachi,” he promises. “I’ve got you now, and I’m never lettin’ you go again.”
I melt into him, believing every word. Because now, more than ever, I know exactly where I belong.
Right here, with Connor.