“Penelope,” she growls out my name as a warning.“Say you’re mine…”
“You just said this is a relationship.I might not be the greatest magician, but that math says you’re mine too.”I grin.
She brings her hand down on my arse.
Smack.
“My brat,” she snarls.
“My vampire,” I yell back.
She smacks my other cheek and then she releases me, sighing.
“Your vampire,” she says and holds out her hand to let me up.I beam at her as she finally admits defeat.
Sheismine.
Today.Tonight.And fuck, I hope forever.I take her hand and brush my lips against hers, teasing.Tempting.Taking.I know I’ll be punished for this later.But it issoworth it.I can’t help the grin as I smile into her kiss and whisper against her lips…
“Your princess.”
Stirling
THE NIGHT OF THE WEDDING
We’ve been married for hours, but not yet a full day.I’ve been waiting for a moment alone with my wife for what feels like a vampiric lifetime.We were pulled from pillar to post all day.Meeting guests, speeches, the dancing.And then after the attack, it was all security debriefings and councillors in uproar until everyone who wasn’t rational had been compelled to forget.
It’s finally past midnight, the throne room has been cleared up, the guests sent home and Daria has calmed her tits about security.
At last, it’s just me and my… wife.Gods, it feels good to say that.
We draw to a stop outside the throne room.
I sling an arm around Morrigan’s waist and grin at her.“The last time I found you here at this time of night, I remember a rather indecent evening.”
“Mmm,” she says, her words silky smooth.“I seem to remember you worshipping your queen, as you rightly should have.”
“Ahh, yes.I think I negotiated a rather wonderful reward from what I can remember.”
Her smile is playful and sexy as she pushes me against the throne room door, pinning me in place.She runs her hand through my hair, pausing at the back of my head and pulls me to her mouth.
Her lips cover mine, smothering me in kisses.Deep, wanton and needy, her tongue slides over mine.
She tastes like love and light.Like all the stars in the universe and a little like forever.
“Gods, I am so in love with you,” I whisper as she pulls her mouth off mine.
Her hand reaches behind me and unlocks the door.The throne room is so much quieter now it’s empty.Shrunk back to its normal size, too.
Sat on the dais are three lonely chairs.Three thrones.
“There’s three?”I ask as Morrigan shuts and locks the door behind us.
“Of course,” Morrigan says and slips her fingers through mine, guiding me towards the new throne.
“Whose is it?”But I already know the answer.She leads me across the room and up the dais staircase that only a few hours ago, we walked up single and down married.
Once we’re on the platform, Morrigan raises our joined hands and kisses mine.“You’re a royal now, Lady Grey…”
