“You have to convince Connall, then. Honestly, I just want this over and done with.”
“Ahh, romance,” Sam retorted. “So lost on you.”
Pepper rolled her eyes. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever.”
“I’ll take care of it.”
“Thanks.”
“Do you have the stuff we bought before we left?”
Pepper blushed. “My cheap excuse for a wedding trousseau? Yes.”
Sam giggled. “I give you six months before you’re demanding La Perla.”
“I don’t even know what that is.”
“You will,” Sam promised.
PEPPER STOOD IN what would be “her” bathroom in the big house, staring at herself in the mirror. She wore the periwinkle-blue baby-doll underwear she had picked out when shopping with Sam. The lingerie fit everywhere except the bust. Pepper wasn’t overly concerned, considering this was her mating night and a potential wardrobe malfunction wouldn’t be seen as a hindrance, but she had to admit, she was still nervous.
Sam had convinced Connall that she’d make sure Pepper was safe during the conversion and Pepper had reminded him that it was going to happen sooner or later. Wouldn’t it be better to start their lives together sooner?
Pepper adjusted the top. Mating night. What a strange phrase.
She heard Connall’s chuckle.
Well, it is.
Think of it as your wedding night instead.
Yeah, that doesn’t really help.
All on your time, love. We can wait.
I don’t want to wait. I’m simply making an observation.
Fair enough.
She smiled. Besides. I’m looking forward to blowing—
Promises, promises!
Dr. Gunnach, let me finish.
He chuckled again. I will gladly let you finish… in here.
You’re beyond redeemable, my love. But I promise I’ll still blow your mind. She grinned as she ran her light pink lip gloss over her lower lip and pressed her lips together. I hope you like cotton candy.
What’s cotton candy?
You know the stuff you get at a fair? Sugar spun into web-like confectionary?
Ahh, we call it candy floss. I do like it. Why?
You’ll find out.
Tonight?
Pepper giggled. Keep your pants on.
The goal is to take them off, love.
She studied herself in the mirror again. Satisfied with what she saw, she took a deep breath. Ready?
The bathroom door opened and Connall stepped inside, letting out a quiet whistle. “You are exquisite.”
Pepper settled her hands on her hips and frowned. “You were supposed to close your eyes so I could do a grand reveal.”
“You have revealed that you’re grand.” He grinned and Pepper’s breath caught as she studied him. He wore black flannel pj bottoms that hung from his hips and a black wife-beater that seriously hid nothing, and made her wonder why such a sexy article of clothing was given such a nasty name. She could still see the outline of his chiseled-in-granite chest and knew that when she touched him, his six-pack would feel more like twelve.
She licked her lips and met his eyes. “You are gorgeous.”
He shook his head as he closed the distance between them. “Not even close to you, sweetheart. That color on you does things to me.”
Connall slid his hands over her hips and Pepper shivered.
“Cold?”
“No.” She bit her lip. “Horny.”
He laughed and cupped her face. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” She grinned and slipped her hands under his shirt, confirming the tightness of his stomach. “Can we stop talking now?”
He leaned down to kiss her and without breaking the kiss, lifted her so that she could wrap her legs around his waist.
“What is on your lips?” he asked. “It’s delicious.”
Pepper giggled and ran her hands through his hair. “Cotton-candy-flavored lip gloss.”
He kissed her again. “I think wearing that needs to be part of your daily routine.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
Connall carried her into the bedroom, set her on her feet, and kissed her again. He broke the kiss and set about pouring champagne. Pepper wrinkled her nose.
“You don’t want champagne?” he asked.
“Later. Right now, I want to get naked.”
He chuckled and handed her a glass. “So impatient.”
“Yes. I am.” She set the glass down and reached for his. “Why aren’t you a little more eager?”
He shook his head. “I am eager.”
She took his glass from his hand and set it next to hers. “Con?” When he didn’t answer immediately, she reached for his hand and linked her fingers with his. “Hey. I’m going to be okay.”
He nodded. “I know.”
“Do you?”
“Aye,” he said. “I do. I just want to spare you the pain.”
“I appreciate that. But you can’t and I’m okay with that.”
“I could bind you but use protection,” he suggested.
“And how would that shelter me from the pain?”
“You wouldn’t go through the change.”
“But then we wouldn’t be truly bound, right?”
“It would be similar to a wedding ceremony. We’d be married, but physically unconsummated.”
“Which just postpones the pain.” Pepper pulled her hand from his and crossed her arms. “Don’t you want me to go through the change?”
He waved his hand as though to dismiss her comment. “Don’t be ridiculous. Of course I do.”
“I’m ridiculous?” She smacked his chest with her palm. “Really?”
“Pepper.”
“It’s fine, Con. We can wait.” She raised her hands in surrender. “Or not do it at all. Either way.” She stalked into the bathroom and slammed the door.
* * *
Connall shook his head. He was mucking everything up and he couldn’t explain to her why he was pushing the one person he loved more than life away. The thought of her in pain undid him. He couldn’t bring himself to watch her go through it.
He didn’t have long to dwell on his thoughts.
Pepper returned, slamming the door again on her way back in. She jabbed a finger at him and took a deep breath. “You do not get to do this. You don’t get to stand there and freak out because you have to watch me in pain. I’m the one that will be feeling it! I love you. You’ve given me everything! It’s my turn to reciprocate. I think it’s a fair trade.”
He rushed her. Pulling her into his arms, he kissed her with a desperation he’d never felt before. She was the best part of him. He would give her anything.
“I’m sorry,” he said and kissed her again. “I love you so much.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck. “Forgiven. I love you too. Even if you’re more of a woman than me.”
He laughed. “You’re going to kill me.”
“I will if you don’t get on with the binding.”
“So romantic, sweetheart.”
She smiled. “I just talked you down off the ledge. I’m distracting you so you don’t climb back up.”
He kissed her again. “Ég gef þér allt sem ég er, allt sem ég vil vera og allt sem ég get verið.”
She sighed. “That’s what I’m supposed to say, huh?”
He nodded. “I’m going to say it again. You’re going to repeat it and then we’ll say it together. Ready?”
“More than ready.”
“Ég gef þér allt ég, allt sem ég vil vera og allt sem ég er að verða,” he whispered.
“Ég gef þér allt sem ég er, allt sem ég vil vera og allt sem ég get verið,” Pepper said, stumbling over the words. He helped her by thinking the words again for her.
As she finished the last word, he felt her falter. She giggled and gripped his shoulders. “That’s a little different.”
“Yes, it is,” he
agreed, wrapping his arms tighter around her waist.
“Sam said I’d feel a little faint… I thought she was teasing.”
He smiled. “Ready?”
She nodded.
“Ég er þinn að eilífu. Eining okkar mun aldrei bresta.”
“Ég er þín að eilífu Eining okkar mun aldrei bresta,” Pepper repeated. “I think we should sit down for the rest.”
“One more line to repeat, love, and then I’ll take you to bed.” He stroked her cheek. “Ást mín er alger.”
“Ást mín er alger.” She raised an eyebrow. “Is that it?”
He shook his head. “We have to say it together, but I think we should do that in bed.”
He lifted her and carried her to the mattress. He laid her down and stretched out beside her. She pulled at his shirt with a groan. “I want this off.”
He chuckled and pulled it over his head and nodded toward her top. “Ditto.”
She grinned and handed him the ribbon holding her lingerie closed. “Have at it, baby.”
He held the tie and gave her an evil grin. “Together,” he instructed.
She nodded.
“Ég gef þér allt sem ég er, allt sem ég vil vera og allt sem ég get verið. Ég er þinn að eilífu. Eining okkar mun aldrei bresta. Ást mín er alger.”
As they said the last word, Connall tugged the ribbon, unwrapping the best gift he’d ever been given. “You are magnificent.”
“So are you.” Pepper stroked his cheek. “I give you everything I am, all I want to be, and all I can be. I’m yours forever. Our bond will never be broken. My love is absolute.”
“Yes, exactly.”
“Make love to me.”
Connall hesitated, the fear of her imminent pain fighting against his desire to love the half-naked woman in his arms.
“Con,” Pepper admonished.
He took a deep breath and forced a smile. “I’m working it out, love.”
Pepper slipped her hand under the waistband of his pj’s. “Work it out faster.”
His resolve crumbled, earning a triumphant chuckle from Pepper. He tried to take it slow, but once he had her under him, he was lost.
Connall knelt between her thighs, guiding her legs over his shoulders and lowering his mouth to her center. Pepper sighed, sliding her hands into his hair as he tortured her with his tongue. She dug her heels into his back, lifting her hips to get more of him, relishing the feeling of his tongue on her clit. Her breasts grew heavy and her nipples pebbled with desire, but when he slid a finger inside of her, then two, she came apart.
“That’s it, love. Come for me.”
Pepper gripped the bedding as an orgasm ripped through her.
He removed his hand and she groaned in frustration, but he didn’t leave her hanging for long. He kissed his way up her body. “Ready for more?”
She nodded, unable to catch her breath. Connall slanted his mouth over hers and she opened to taste him. His fingers worked her nipple to a tight bead and then he focused on the other one. By the time he slid his hand between her legs again, she thought she might go mad with wanting. “Connall,” she breathed out.
He shifted his hips between her legs, sliding himself inside of her.
“Oh, god,” she rasped, raising her knees so she could wrap her legs around his waist.
“Too much?”
She lifted her hips. “Not enough.”
Connall moved slowly at first, driving her insane, but also working her body into a frenzy. He slipped his hand between them and she thought she’d come apart right then and there. “Sweetheart, this is gonna hurt.”
“I’m ready,” she said.
He gave one hard thrust and she felt the sting of her virginity slip away. Connall buried his face in her neck, breathing slow and deliberate as he waited, moving his fingers back to her clit and working her body back to a frenzy.
He started moving again, hitching one of her legs up further, holding her secure at the knee while balancing himself with his other arm and surging into her.
When Pepper’s orgasm built to the point of no return, she couldn’t hold herself back and called his name as she climaxed around him.
Connall gave two more thrusts before she felt him pulse inside of her and he collapsed, rolling her to her side, but staying connected. “Holy shit, baby.”
She giggled, even though she was trying to catch her breath.
“Are you all right?” he asked, sweeping her hair from her face. “Are you in pain?”
“Not even a little bit.”
“Are you sure?”
“Hell, yes. I would tell you. God, that was…it was amazing.”
He kissed her, smiling against her lips.
“Can we do it again?” she asked.
“Absolutely, but let’s give your body a little while to adjust.” He separated himself from her and slid off the bed.
“Where are you going?”
“I’ll be right back.”
Pepper sighed, closing her eyes and then warmth pressed between her legs. She opened her eyes to see Connall holding a washcloth to her.
“This will help,” he said.
He was right. It did help. Connall slid back onto the bed and pulled the top sheet over them. “I’m sorry that was quick, love.”
She giggled. “Did I give the impression I was complaining?”
He shook his head. “I had intended on blowing—”
“You did.” She laid her hand over his mouth, cutting off the rest of his sentence. “Man, you need constant reassurance, don’t you?”
He nibbled her fingers. “I promise it will get better.”
She frowned. “Are you being serious right now?”
He grinned. “No?”
“Good answer.” She sat up.
He slipped an arm behind his head and watched her. “What are you doing?”
She studied her hip. “I’m looking for the mark.”
Connall had a birthmark located between his belly button and right hip, shaped a bit like Tennessee. Sam had told her the first physical sign the change was coming would be the appearance of the same birthmark on her body, but on her left hip. The mirror image of his.
“Let’s not rush it,” he said.
She smiled and stretched out beside him. “What are you going to be like when we have kids?”
He pulled her close and ran his fingers over her side. “You’ll have a lot of drugs.”
Pepper shook her head. “No way, buddy. I want all natural.”
“Are you sure?”
“Absolutely.”
“Damn.”
She giggled, but stalled when something that felt like a hot poker stabbed at her stomach. She was so unprepared for the sudden pain, she let out a frightened whimper and then quickly berated herself. So much for her plan to keep the pain from him.
“Pepper?”
She squeezed her eyes shut. “I’m fine.”
Connall sat up and gently rolled her onto her back. “The mark.”
She glanced down at her body. She had the identical mark to his, and it was brown. “Wow. That was fast.”
He climbed off the bed and pulled on his pj pants and shirt. “It’s not red. We have some time.”
Another stab shot through her belly and she bit her lip to keep from groaning.
Pepper, he admonished. If you need to scream, scream.
I’m okay.
“I’m okay,” she said again, this time out loud. She gripped her stomach and rolled into a fetal position. Connall grabbed his phone and Pepper heard his voice, but the pain was so severe, she couldn’t comprehend the words. She managed to stay quiet until the pain in her legs began. As the pain shot into her calves, she whimpered.
Connall rushed to her side and laid his hand on her forehead. “You’re burning up, love. Time to get you in the tub.”
Pepper’s skin was on fire. She felt like everything was burning. She bit her lip again, pain slicing through her body from head to toe
. Connall lifted her and carried her into his bathroom, where someone had filled the tub with ice. Her pain eased somewhat as he slid her into the frozen water, and Pepper couldn’t stop the sigh of relief. For the first time in her life, she was glad she was somewhere cold.
“Och, love, yer bleedin’.” Connall pulled her lip gently from her teeth and laid a washcloth over it. “You’ve bit through your lip, sweetheart.”
“I’m okay, Con. It’s just a little blood,” she rasped as she pressed the cloth against her mouth.
“Connall?” Sam called through the door. “Let me know when you want me.”
“I’m going to have her check your heart, love,” Connall said.
Pepper nodded.
Connall laid a towel length-wise over Pepper for modesty and pulled the door open.
Sam smiled at him. “How’s her pain?”
He frowned. “Much worse than she will admit.”
“Sounds like her. Have you been able to give her any relief?”
Connall looked over at Pepper and then focused back on Sam. “I’ve tried, but I’m not sure I’m making a difference.”
Sam made her way to the tub and knelt down beside it. Pepper forced a smile and glanced at Connall. “Can I have some water please, baby? Some with ice? Not from the faucet.”
He hesitated but then gave her a curt nod and left the room.
Pepper grabbed Sam’s arm. “I can’t do this.”
“Yes, you can. I promise. In a few hours, you’ll sleep, and in a day or two, you’ll feel better than you ever have.” Sam wrapped her hand around Pepper’s wrist.
Pepper whimpered. “It hurts. Don’t touch me.”
Sam’s voice was gentle. “I know it does. But I need to check your pulse. When Con comes back, he’ll be able to ease the pain.”
“I don’t want him to know how much pain I’m in, Sam.” Pepper squeezed her eyes shut and let Sam take her pulse despite the pain crawling up her arms. “He’s so scared.”
“I know. But he can help if you let him.”
Tears streamed down Pepper’s face. “I don’t want him to regret this.”
Sam frowned. “Honey, he won’t!”
“Won’t what?” Connall asked as he returned with a glass of water.
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