Esmeray stood there in the middle of the room with her eyes on the floor. One of her hands rested on her stomach and the other hung at her side with a clenched fist. Her skin prickled as Killian walled around and observed her. She felt exposed and his gaze was defiling in so many ways.
"You look absolutely stunning, my queen," Killian complimented, his hungry eyes taking in everything about her. He loved the way the black material at the top of the dress cupped her full boobs. His hands ran along her stomach and curves, feeling the soft sheer material beneath his palms. He thought the red-hued black flowy skirt of the dress was a perfect match, and he loved how every inch the material split and revealed some of her body.
"I'm not your queen." She shied away from his touch, her skin crawling in disgust. As much as she wanted to tell him to fuck off and never touch her again, she wasn't about to risk the lives of her unborn that moved and shifted inside her. In this case, submission was the best course of action. She inwardly cringed as he pulled her body back against his and forced her chin up so her eyes met his lustful ones.
"But you are," he chuckled softly as he gripped her chin between his index finger and thumb. He stared deep into her eyes, that crooked smile on his lips. "Don't worry, you'll get used to my touch soon enough."
Esmeray didn't say anything, choosing to stay silent. The less she talked the better it would be. She knew he could and would use her words against her and it was taking a lot to control herself as it was. She bit her lip as her babies moved within herself. Soon they would come, and now was not the time. She closed her eyes and fought against the fear that threatened to grip her as she felt Killian circle her, his hands sliding along her body.
He smirked again her neck, pressing against her from behind as his hands traveled up her hips and to her chest before cupping her breasts. He heard her gasp, but he knew it wasn't because of him. He had felt the twinge in her body and he cursed inwardly.
She whimpered softly as the heat ran down her legs and she lifted her chin as Killian nosed around her neck. Her chest softly heaved and she bit her lip, trying to hold back her emotions and the fear clogging in her throat.
Killian let his hands slide down Esmeray's curvy sides. He knew what just happened; he could sense it. He licked softly along her jawline, feeling her head tilt. "What's the matter, my queen?"
Your touch is revolting, you sick bastard, she answered inwardly even though she knew consequences would come if she said it aloud. She couldn't risk it so she took a breath, the fluid steadily leaking slowly down her legs as she stood her ground. "Nothing, I'm fine."
"Oh, but you're lying darling. Your water just broke," he corrected as he walked back around to her front, his hand trailing from her side to across her stomach. He felt the movements of the twins shifting inside her and he took a deep breath. He could smell the scent of the discharge and he squatted before her, placing a quick kiss on her stomach before sliding his hand between her thighs. He ran his fingers along one of her inner thighs and brought his hand out and drew his tongue across his fingers. "Your sons will be here soon enough."
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"Can't believe you're gonna do this," Connor admitted with a sigh as he watched the blood red stone gleam in Tobias's hands. "There's gotta be another way."
Tobias slipped the Clach-fala back into its pouch and tugged the strings to tighten the mouth of the pouch. He looked up at Connor with an unreadable expression masking his face. "There ain't."
"There's gotta be." Connor crossed his arms and titled his head.
"There ain't," Tobias repeated in a no-nonsense tone. He shoved the pouch into his pocket and stood up from the table. He faced his beta with a stoic set of his jaw. "You've got to trust me."

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