She’s Maisy.My delicate, breakable mate.My sweet, gorgeous wife.
I yank back, releasing her.My eyes must be glowing.My bear is right at the surface.
I study her face, expecting her to be afraid.Flustered.Undone.
Her eyes remain closed, lips parted.Head tilted back for more.
Fuck.Me.
I give her more.Another round of domination by kissing.Total mastery.Full ownership.I show Maisy how much she belongs to me with each lash of my tongue into her mouth.
This time when we come apart, she lets out a soft mewl of protest.Like she didn’t want it to be over.
I’m so fucked.
I need more Moon Cure.Now.
My brothers cheer and applaud.
"All right, all right, let's get a picture of this hunka hunka burnin' love.Smile now!”Faux-Elvis instructs, and his assistant starts clicking so fast the flashes blind us.
Faux-Elvis starts singing “You give me fever,” complete with leg shaking.The triplets join in with an off-beat cancan that has them kicking up their feet to make their kilts fly up.
I grab Maisy’s hand, and we run to escape the chaos.
My brothers escort us out of the chapel, singing and laughing and talking nonstop.
“Wife,” I say because I want the pleasure of calling her that.Mate, my bear rumbles, satisfied that I just had her in my arms.
“Husband.”She grins up at me, and I feel like I could fly.
ChapterTen
Maisy
Matthias picks me up and bundles me onto the party bus.
“Make good choices,” Hutch calls.
“Use protection!”Canyon says.He and Bern fight past Darius to open the door and throw in a handful of colorful condom packets.
I laugh because they make it funny rather than awkward.Now I know why people love Vegas.Anything goes.
Axel pushes them out of the way and slams the bus door, and Teddy pulls away from the curb.
My new husband sprawls next to me on the back seat.He doesn’t mean to manspread, but he’s so big, he takes up most of the seat and has to stretch his long legs into the aisle.
My wedding ring is a new, satisfying weight on my finger.The diamonds blaze, proof that the past half hour wasn’t a dream.
If the ring didn’t prove it, the puffy, well-kissed feeling in my lips would.My new husband kissed the heck out of me.I can’t stop smiling or touching my lips.
Matthias frowns, taking my hand to study my mouth.“Did I hurt you?”
“No,” I laugh.Why would he think that?He would never hurt me.“It was just…”
“What?”
“It was my first kiss,” I admit.
