His Estranged Mate

Chapter 12: Aftermath.

CATRINA

I wake up to the feel of a hard body pressed behind me. Before I think of who it might be, last night's events rush into my mind and I remember that I told Connor everything. What would he do now? Will he let me go or will he pursue me? As much as I am scared to be back with him, there is some inner instinct of mine which wants Connor to chase me, to not let me go.

But will he?

Before I delve deeper into my own thoughts, a groan is heard from behind me and the arm around my waist tightens. I wiggle a bit to escape from his hold but he only growls louder.

"Don't move," he says in his sleepy voice which makes me freeze but not before I get a feel of his morning wood. I feel myself blush at the thought of waking up beside him and then proceeding to relieve him of the ache. I've never woken next to Connor before so this is something new and totally unexpected.

"I was supposed to go back home yesterday night," I say, turning in his arms and looking up at him. That's when I feel that I am no longer wearing my dress. I am dressed in a huge t-shirt.

How did this happen?

My shock must have been visible on my face because Connor chuckles a bit and then sits up in the bed. He's only wearing a pair of boxer briefs and his entire upper body is on display for my hungry eyes. I take it all in and only manage to not drool.

"I didn't want you to go. You were exhausted from all the crying and so when you slipped into sleep, I didn't wake you up. You were having a nightmare, so I thought of making you more comfortable. Just changed your clothes for you and then slipped in for a wonderful sleep," he says stretching his muscles. I am sure my mouth is hanging open by this time.

After what feels like an hour but actually only a few minutes, I finally gather my thoughts and speak what I should've spoken long before getting caught up in this lust-filled fog.

"You shouldn't have changed my clothes and you, sure enough, shouldn't have let me sleep here. I've already made my wants clear, Connor," I say but he's already shaking his head.

"No, baby. You don't get it. You said that you were pregnant with my babies. That formed an unbreakable bond between us. Sure, those babies couldn't survive and I think I am somewhat responsible for it but I sure as hell am not letting you go now. You are mine and you'll stay mine," he declares and also nods his head as if agreeing to his own words.

I am beyond shocked at his words. What happened to that playboy Connor who couldn't help but smirk at every other girl when in school?

"No Connor. I think I should go home," I say and go to get out of the bed in search of my dress. My panties are intact but he removed my bra last night. The nerve of this man!

"This is your home from now onwards. Your dress is in the closet. We'll stop by your earlier apartment to pack your things," he says without a care in the world.

"Stop it. I am not moving in with you. That's final, Connor."

"Yes, you are. What's the big deal in it? You are mine and we shouldn't waste any more time in formalities," he says, looking at me as if I've gone crazy.

I huff in exasperation, delighted as well as scared of this situation. The excitement of being with Connor is quickly replaced with the events of what happened in the past. I can't let him use me and then throw me away. He is just being generous or maybe he's being the asshole that he really was and taking advantage of me.

I quickly walk into the closet and find my dress, hungover. Putting on my bra and then my dress, I fix my hair fast not even thinking of peeing before walking out. Connor is nowhere to be seen but I hear the water running which means he is in the shower so I quickly make my way towards the exit. It's better if I get out of here. I can deal with Connor later when I am on some neutral ground and not in his home where he can lock me up.