Christ…I can’t fucking breathe.
“I’m not a king, Bridget…my ink is the lowest we’ve got.”
She dragged the straps of her bra down, popping it off, and I nearly salivated when she hooked her thumbs into the sides of her thong and bent over to take them down too. I’m not responsible for the sound that came out of me when she climbed into my lap and situated a leg on either side. Her hands took both my cheeks, and she leaned in for the most devastating kiss I think we’ve ever shared.
“If I wanted a knight…I could’ve had one. Knights are too proud. Look at fucking Finn. They’re never loyal where it counts.” I felt her warm cunt slide down onto me and I flinched, melting into her mouth when she kissed me again. “My brother was a knight too. He walked away from his own house.” Her breath skated over my chin, clashing with mine and I grabbedthe back of her head when she started riding me. “I want the pawn. The one that has nothing to lose and devotes everything in him because he’s the kind of brave most men can’t handle.” My fingertips dug into her thigh, and I gripped her cinnamon hair, whimpering when her gorgeous ass slapped against my legs. “I want arealman, Declan…not some over-confident fuckingboy.”
“Bridget,”I grunted.
“I wantyou.”
I’m really not gonna last five fucking minutes. Between everything she’s making me feel on the inside, and all the euphoria pounding away my sanity on the outside…Bridget Byrne has me by the fuckingbollocks.
But hasn’t she always?
I would never say no to her, anyway. Not with something as serious as what she’s asking…I just need to know it’s real. After the last few months and the way they’ve played out…I’m finally certain of it.
“Yes,”I breathed, hanging on her lower lip while she fucked the breath outta me. “I’m yours, lass. Fuckingalways.”
I spilled into her.Every. Fucking. Drop. She tightened around me, rattling the throne when she shook, and her moan dragged through the play room like a goddamn symphony. I can’t feel my fuckinglegs.
“Merry Christmas,Mi’lord,” she grinned, breathless and spent…placing a kiss on the corner of my mouth. I grabbed her face and tried to taste the back of her throat before I answered.
“Merry Christmas, Mi’lady.”
EPILOGUE
The Queen
I’ve never been a good girl…
I’ve been the brat.
The whore.
The spoiled little sister.
The waste of life.
The half-breed.
…I’m not those things anymore…
Somebody finally cared enough to ask who I really am…and now I have an answer.
When Malek and Sev finally understood that they were put on this tormented Earth for one another…they inked it into their skin. When Daddy chose the parts of his family that weren’t Byrne blood…he inked it into their skin.
I knew I was part of the family…I just never felt like one.
I was never certain of my place…my purpose.
Things are clearer now. Declan sat in the chair next to mine, staring at me with those eyes that make me catch fire, when just a few years ago…they’d make me take flight. The buzz of a tattoo gun rang in my ears, the image slowly coming to life. This is who I am now. Who we aretogether.
Me and this man.
My brother and my sister.
My beautiful niece.
