Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 105065 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 525(@200wpm)___ 420(@250wpm)___ 350(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105065 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 525(@200wpm)___ 420(@250wpm)___ 350(@300wpm)
His words send a jolt of both terror and excitement through me. I never thought I’d be the marrying type. I’m so not that girl. But looking up at Lachlan, and after everything we’ve been through together, there’s no question in my mind. I would marry this man today if he’d still have me. I don’t care what anyone else thinks or says. But there’s something else weighing down my hopes.
“Is it because you have to?” I ask. “To keep me alive?”
“No.” His face grows serious. “There’s an out if ye want one. A whole new identity. Alexei can set ye up elsewhere if that’s what ye want.”
His entire body is tense, and I can see how much he wants this. Wants me. Maybe it’s crazy, but I want him too. I can’t let him go. I reach up and stroke his face, and he closes his eyes and relaxes beneath my touch.
“Every King needs his Queen, right?”
“What?” his eyes fly open and he pulls me closer.
“Yes, Lachlan.” I smile. “I will proudly be your wife.”
Forgetting his injuries, he kisses me hard and then groans.
“How much time do we have before we go?” I ask.
Lachlan pulls me over to the bed and starts to undress. “When it comes to you, Mack, I’ve always got time.”
Epilogue
Mackenzie
“This is crazy,” Sasha whispers. “I can’t believe you really did it.”
“I know,” I agree.
I think I’ve gone half mental. “I’m in it for life now.”
This afternoon, in front of all of these people, Lachlan and I got married. I swore a blood oath to remain loyal to my husband and followed it up with a hand fasting ceremony. I’m not the flowers and white Cinderella dresses type of girl, which turned out for the best. He made me wear blue. An Irish thing, apparently. There were also some bracelets that involved bells and something about fairies, most of which I didn’t understand. But it didn’t matter. All that mattered to me was the man standing at the end of the aisle, vowing to love and protect me until his last breath. I know he meant it too.
After everything that’s happened, I was honestly pretty gobsmacked at how easily Niall accepted me into the fold. And even though I can’t help it, there’s still a part of me that feels guilty for all of this. Because Talia couldn’t be here. It’s a bittersweet moment as I look out at the new family that has accepted me as one of their own. The thing that I always wanted, and now I finally have. I know that every single one of these men will kill for me now if need be, and my future children as well. They’ve already fought for me. For Lachlan. And for that reason alone I will stay loyal to the organization that protects him.
Lachlan grins at me from across the room and beckons for me. Everybody is here. Literally, like every frigging member of their outfit and their wives and girlfriends and kids and anyone else they could squeeze into the club.
“You better go to him,” Sasha teases. There’s a note of sadness in her voice and loneliness in her eyes. “He’ll just come to you if you don’t.”
“That’s the way it should be,” I tell her with a grin. “Make them work for it every once in a while.”
She laughs, and I glance across the room towards Ronan. He still hasn’t fully forgiven me, but he is grunting responses now instead of the full on silent treatment. So I guess we’re getting somewhere.
“You should go dance with Ronan,” I suggest.
Sasha laughs and shakes her head. “Naw. He’s not the dancing type.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right,” I agree. “He’s more of the sit in the corner and brood type. Maybe you could go brood with him then?”
She smiles and shrugs, but I know she won’t. The two of them are both more stubborn than Lachlan and I by far, and that’s saying a lot.
Speaking of the devil, he snakes his arms around my waist and kisses the side of my neck. “Come with me.”
I don’t have much of a choice since he practically drags me down the hall to his office. He shuts the door behind us, and a minute later he’s got me on his desk, rubbing his hands all over my body.
“Mrs. Crow.” He unzips his pants and holds his cock in his hand like a weapon as he stares down at me seriously. “Are ye ready for me to put a baby in you?”
I bite my lip to keep from laughing and nod instead. He’s acting so serious. Like his sheer determination and will is what’s going to do it. I’ve been off the pill for months, and once things finally settled between the territories, we agreed to start trying. Now we go through this every other week when he gets it into his head that this time is going to be the time.
Maybe it’s wrong to want to bring a baby into this life. But I want these things with Lach. I can’t deny that. I want the whole package. And Lachlan is more protective than ever. We even moved into a new house with full time security. It’s a little over the top, but after everything that’s happened he’s not taking any chances with me.
He cups my face as he positions himself between my legs and pushes inside of me. He only just had me this morning, but I knew he wouldn’t be able to wait. I don’t want to either. I grab his ass and pull him deeper with a groan.
He takes his time with me, even though we have a room full of people out there waiting for us. I wait until his breathing grows harsh and then I reach up and bring my lips to his ear.
“Lachlan.”
“Aye, sweetheart?” he grunts.
“You’ve already put a baby inside me.”
I smile when he comes unexpectedly and then blinks open his eyes, staring at me in disbelief.
“Ye’re joking.”
“Nope,” I laugh. “I took a test this morning. Five of them in fact.”