And all the people I love are sitting, ready to watch.
Angel and Mikhail wait at the end of the aisle, and right between them is Georgiy. He’s wearing a robe as well, his feet and legs bare, and I know how much this means to him.
What he’s going to do in front of an audience.
I was against it at first, wanting to do this privately, but he insisted. He wanted to do this before everyone we love.
And everyone is here, witnessing it all—our obsession and love. Our commitment to one another.
Anthony squeezes my hand, and I slip it through his bent arm and let him walk me down the aisle.
Georgiy’s eyes never leave mine, and I can’t look away from him. I can feel everyone watching me. Agatha, Casey, Tatum, Kitand Jax, Luca and Viktor. Teddy. Not to mention new friends like Nova and Ellery. Fallow even made an appearance. I wonder if he was the one who brought something alive. He told me that a hog or an anaconda is a great way to get rid of a body. Perhaps one of those is waiting for me once the ceremony is over.
I now know why I like him and Ellery so much.
All the people who mean the world to me are sitting in this room.
I stop in front of Georgiy, and he takes my hands in his, bringing them up to his lips and kissing them gently.
“You ready for this?” he asks lowly, and I sniffle, unable to help the emotions filtering through me.
“I am. Are you sure?”
His hand wraps around the front of my neck and he squeezes, making my cock perk up.
“Bane of my existence, I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”
I swallow back my lust and turn toward Doc, who is standing in front of us. He’s apparently an ordained priest and is the only one I felt comfortable leading this ceremony. Plus, he will make sure it’s done right, not injuring us too much in the process.
“Ready?” Doc asks me, and I nod in excitement, totally sure how I want this night to end.
With Georgiy and me bonded.
Doc clears his throat and addresses the crowd. “Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today for a branding ceremony between these two men. This is a momentous event, signifying their love and obsession for one another. Do you have the irons?”
Mikhail and Angel step forward, the irons being thrust into the burning embers before them.
I watch the flames, the way the metal starts to redden. My dick perks up even more.
Georgiy’s eyes are hot on me as well.
I may completely melt by the end of this. This is too fucking hot.
“Disrobe,” Doc says, the lights growing lower. I insisted on this, not wanting people to ogle Georgiy’s back. He doesn’t know I did this, but I can see the appreciation in his gaze when I finally meet it. The fabric is pooled at my feet, and I can feel the way he consumes me.
“Get in position,” Doc says, and Georgiy moves up the steps, his hand linking with mine.
We discussed how we wanted to do this.
How much I wanted to be connected to him while his name was branded on my skin.
It was really the only way.
We stop in front of a large chaise lounge, and Georgiy lowers himself onto it, his cock hard and ready. I’m ready, too. I prepped ahead to make sure this would be easy to take, that there wouldn’t be any issues. I don’t want to wait.
I straddle his thighs, and I feel his fingers dig into my hips as I lower myself onto him, inch by incredible inch, until he’s fully inside me.
My nose hits his, and I breathe him in, unable to look away.
