My Cheating Mate (Emma and Jeremy) novel Chapter 232

Chapter 232

My Cheating Mate

Connor pov

The door clicked shut behind Lord Castellan

For about three seconds, Grace and I just stood there, processing. Three days. Kidnapping plot. Maximum security. Protection protocols.

Then Grace turned to me.

Her eyes were dark. Determined. Still a little scared, but underneath that want. Need. The same desperate desire to feel something other than fear that had started this before Uncle Cas interrupted.

“Connor.” Her voice was quiet but certain. “I know we just heard about kidnapping plots and three–day timelines and everything is terrible. But I–I still need this. Need you. Need to feel alive and loved and connected instead of like a target waiting to be grabbed.”

“Grace-

She kissed me before I could finish. Not soft or tentative. Hard. Claiming. Her hands already pulling at my shirt again, getting it over my head with the kind of urgency that said we weren’t stopping this time.

I took over the kiss. Deepened it. Let my wolf surge forward with possessive need-*mine, my mate, mine to love and protect

and claim.*

I guided her backward toward the bed, my hands on her hips, her waist, sliding under her shirt to touch bare skin that was warm and soft and perfect.

She was frantically undressing herself. Pulling at buttons and zippers with shaking hands that were more eager than coordinated. I helped, getting her shirt off, her jeans down, until she was in just her underwear again—the same point we’d reached before the interruption.

“Connor-” She reached for my jeans. “Please–I need—”

I lifted her. Just picked her up and laid her on the bed with enough care to show reverence but enough strength to show intent This was happening. We were doing this. My mate wanted me and I was going to give her exactly what she needed.

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I stood at the edge of the bed, looking down at her. Grace–my Grace–spread out on the sheets, hair wild, chest rising and falling rapidly, eyes dark with want.

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My cock was straining against my jeans. Had been since she’d first started kissing me, and now seeing her like this, knowing what we were about to do I was painfully hard.

I worked my belt open. Unzipped my jeans. Pushed them down along with my boxers until I was standing completely naked in front of my mate for the first time.

Her eyes went wide. Fixed on my cock. I was intimidating rather than appealing

not small. Had always been self–conscious about size, worried it might be

But Grace smiled. Actually smiled, her lips curving with appreciation and want and something that looked like teminine satisfaction.

“Connor “Her voice was breathless. “You’re that’s

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She couldn’t finish, but the look on her face said everything.

“Too much?” I asked, suddenly worried:

“Perfect.” She sat up, reaching for me “Connor, you’re perfect. All of you. I want

I want all of you.

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That smile on my lips was probably ridiculous. Probably too satisfied. But seeing my mate look at me like that–like I was exactly what she wanted, size and all–did something to my ego and my wolf simultaneously.

I climbed onto the bed, covering her body with mine, feeling skin against skin for the first time. She was soft and warm and smelled like vanilla and paint and something uniquely Grace.

“Are you sure?” I asked, even though my body was screaming to just take, claim, complete the bond. “Grace, we don’t have to-

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