She lay beneath me, her hair sprawled against her pillow as she parted her legs for me. I groaned at the sight. I kissed down her thigh, biting gently at the curve of her hip, tasting her skin that trembled beneath my tongue.
I trailed a finger between her thighs and found her bare and already soaked for me. I fought for control, wanting to draw out her pleasure. I blew gently over her slit and she groaned.
“I’ve got you,” I whispered, looking up to find her head tipped up and hips lifting into my touch. “You mustn’t be loud, my mate. You wouldn’t want your friend throwing me out again, would you?”
Eyes wide, she shook her head.
I stroked my tongue across her pussy. Slow at first, savoring the way her thighs tensed around me. When I plunged into her, her cry made my cock throb painfully. I held her hips steady as she writhed, loving the way she unraveled beneath me.
She gripped the back of my head, like she wanted me deeper, harder. Her nails scraped my scalp, and every breathless whimper made me ravenous.
“Be a good bride,” I said against her clit, “and don’t be loud.”
She arched into me when I slipped two fingers inside her, curling just right as I sucked on her swollen clit.Her hips jerked while she fisted her hands into the sheets. I dragged her closer to the edge and she spread herself wider.
I devoured her. Not gently or slowly, but a claiming.
“Vith,”I gritted out, flicking my tongue over her clit.
“Elias, I . . .” Her voice broke across a moan.
I lifted my head, licking my lips so she could see how I savored her. “You are a masterpiece.”
Then I dragged my tongue over her again, flicking, sucking, nipping. Her hand flew to her mouth and when my canines lengthened and grazed her, I gave in to instinct. I nipped, just enough to draw a bead of blood and licked her clean.
She shattered.
Her whole body arched and trembled, her orgasm washing over her. I kept my mouth on her through each pulse of pleasure, holding her tight as she came apart.
When her body finally stilled, I pressed reverent kisses over the soft fabric of her dress and across her belly to her breasts and collarbones. I kissed her throat, her jaw, the corner of her mouth, until her breath came steadier again.
“Elias.” She called to me softly, desperately.
I met her dark gaze, and while her body shuddered, I made it my mission to piece her back together. One kiss at a time.
A desperate need to be inside her filled me, but I pushed it down. This was for her, to fulfill her needs. Later tonight, I’d cast an invisible shield around us and take her until the bubble I’d create echoed with our shared moans.
Although Donnie hadn’t sparedme even the slightest glance, he’d come to walk Teddy down our makeshift aisle with Brenton at her other side. She looked radiant, her smile one of wonder when it was me who was in constant awe of her.
I stared at her shamelessly as she made her way to me. Smiled at her like the lovesick fool Everly had called me. But I was a lucky fool to have her as my mate, my queen, and as my wife. She was a living part of my soul, so embedded in the deepest parts of me that I couldn’t fathom living a single beat without her.
While marriage wasn’t something I’d ever heard of, it was similar enough to an intended ceremony, I knew just how lucky I was to watch her walk toward me and give herself to me. I was even luckier that she would take me, flaws and all, and would protect my heart the same way I’d guard hers.
Outside, Ryenne had turned our backyard into what I hoped was Teddy’s dream landscape. Flowers lined the white cloth Ryenne had placed as Teddy’s aisle with fae lights floating above. The lights cast a delicate glow upon our small, intimate scene.
When Teddy reached me, where I stood with George and Everly at my side and Grandma Richter behind me, she passed her violet-and-white flowers to Ryenne. Donnie whispered something in her ear, and she smiled at him as he kissed her forehead. She took her time hugging Ryenne, Everly, Brenton, Nate, and George while I did my best to be patient.
Somehow, her smile grew when I pushed the thin veil from her face and cupped her cheek. I heard Grandma Richter say something, but I couldn’t focus on her words. Teddy’s hands went to my shoulders when I inched lower to kiss her.
Grandma Richter coughed loud enough to catch myattention, and with the look she gave me, I was pretty sure she’d tried to get our attention several times.
“I can’t kiss her?” I asked, my brows furrowed in confusion.
Teddy covered her mouth, but I saw the way her lips tilted up before she could hide it.
“Not until you exchange your vows, and I tell you, you can,” Grandma Richter said. Although it came out as a scold, I saw the way her features lit with amusement.
“I’m sorry,” I said, tucking a lock of Teddy’s hair behind her ear. My finger trailed down the thick tendril. “I’ll try not to kiss her until you give us permission.”
