“That’s it?” she asks as the clerk gives us a copy of our information and how we can get a copy of the marriage license.
“The legal part, yeah. I’ve got somethin’ else planned, though. Don’t doubt that, wife,” I tease with a smirk, and she rolls her eyes at my obnoxious behavior.
“You’re going to call me that in front of Cash constantly, aren’t you?” she asks.
She doesn’t mention Tate, but I know he’s a part of the equation too. There’s no way he doesn’t abandon whatever moral code he had after what we did last night. Part of me feels guilty for setting this shit in motion with the Wraiths and abandoning the club. I just have to believe that Tate wouldn’t do that and that he has a larger plan. Either way, Lily comes first, no matter how much I’ve loved the club and the men in it. A pit sits in my stomach for being a selfish asshole. I make a mentalnote to speak with Tate and make sure that this doesn’t blow up on the whole club. His issue is with the Prez, not all the men I consider my brothers. I try to push all that shit down and focus on the now. We only have a few hours before reality slaps us in the face.
The walk back to the parking garage is short, and I open her car door before getting in the driver’s seat. Lily falls asleep again and doesn’t even wake up when I stop to get us food, only when I reach the final destination.
“We’re here,” I whisper.
“Ugh, we’re back home?”
“Get up and find out,” I encourage. She sits up and blinks at the house and lake.
“Your granddad's lake house?” she asks in a groggy voice.
“Come with me out to the pier?” I ask her, and she agrees easily.
I leave the food in the car for now as I take her hand and lead her out to the end of the dock. The lake is calm, and the sun is beating down on the both of us.
“I know that goin’ to a fuckin’ notary and dropin’ off paperwork probably isn’t what you ever pictured your weddin’ lookin’ like.” She attempts to interrupt me, but I shake my head. “I’d like to say a few things and make you a few promises, if you don’t mind,” I continue with an arched brow.
“Go ahead then,husband,” she sasses, and I swear my dick gets hard the second the word leaves her luscious lips.
I think maybe I understand the whole callin’ each other Omega and Alpha now, if that’s how it feels.
I hold both of her hands and look at her pretty face when I tell her the truest words I’ve ever spoken. “Lily, I promise to honor you, respect you, and to always love you. I spent so much time thinkin’ there was no chance in hell I’d ever be worthy of you—I’m still not sure that I am—but I promise to work everyday to be the kind of man you deserve. I know nothin’ in either of our lives has come easy, but lovin’ you? That’s been the easiest fuckin’ thing I’ve ever done.” I feel myself getting choked up, and Lily squeezes my hands, her own eyes welling up with tears. But I press on, needing to get everything out that I need to say.
“I need you to know that puttin’ you first isn’t a sacrifice because you give me everything in return. You’ve given me a sense of purpose, and for the first time in my life, I see a future truly worth livin’. You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever met, and I’ll spend every second I have on this earth makin’ sure you know just how loved and cherished you are.” I sniff slightly and look down at my crying bride.
“How am I supposed to follow that?” she jokes, releasing one of my hands and rubbing a tear from her face. She takes my hand back and looks up at me dreamily. “Axel, I promise you a life of adventure, happiness, and promise. You make me feel like the bravest, happiest version of myself, and I wouldn’t trade that for the world. I wanted you so bad for the longest time, and you were right, you know? The moment we kissed, it was a done deal for me, too. You make me laugh in a way no one else can, and it doesn’t hurt that you’re beautiful inside and out.” I scoff at that statement, and she gives me a small pout. “I promise to love you so much that one day you’ll finally understand how truly special you are. I give you my honesty, trust, and devotion for the rest of our lives. And I can’t wait to see where the world takes us.”
On her last word, I swoop down and kiss my bride. It might not be a huge ceremony with thousands of dollars worth of flowers and our family and friends might not be here, but I don’t think I could have chosen a more perfect way for us to promise ourselves to each other.
Her arms loop around my neck, and I can’t help but pick her up and swing her around. She laughs happily into our kiss, and I’ve never felt more like a man than I do at this moment. I’vewielded a weapon, chosen violence more times than I can count, and thought that’s what made me a man, being strong. But with Lily in my arms, promising ourselves to each other, this is the real moment I became a man.
“I think we need to consummate the marriage to make this whole thing legit,” she says with a laugh, and I can’t help but smile. I quickly scoop her under her knees and carry her bridal style to the lake house.
“I can’t leave my wife wanting, now can I?” I reply, and she throws back her head, her dark hair trailing behind her. I make a vow to myself to do whatever I can in my ability to make her feel this carefree and happy for the rest of our lives.
I put the code into the front door and carry her over the threshold. My heart is thumping so fuckin’ hard in my chest that I think I’m having a heart attack. We’re both quiet, just looking at each other as I move her to the primary bedroom. I’ve been spending some extra time in this room, making it cozy for her. I knew there was a chance we would need somewhere to hide out, and no one in the club knows about this place.
I place her gently on the bed, the soft cream dress she chose fans out around her, along with her hair. My body is supported by my elbows, but I cover her figure all the same. There’s just a soft moment of us staring at each other and taking in this moment.
If you would have told me a few years ago, I would be thrilled to be someone’s husband, I would have told you that you’re full of shit. But now, looking down at the prettiest fuckin’ bride there ever was? I feel whole; I feel like I have true value when she looks up at me and cups my cheek.
“Kiss your wife, Axel,” she demands. I give her what she wants, leaning down and pressing our lips together. All of our encounters previously have been rushed and based onfrantic need, but this moment is akin to a softness I’ve never experienced before, one that only Lily could give me.
Her hands tangle in my hair as I use one arm to support myself and the other to cradle her chin. She tastes like my fuckin’ salvation as her tongue tangles with mine. I’m completely fuckin’ gone for this girl and there’s no turnin’ back. No one can stand between us now. We didn’t need to get married for that to be the case, but I needed a connection with her that no one could dispute. I needed to have my own claim on her, and my sweet wife doesn’t seem to mind my boorish need to claim her either.
My hand trails from her chin, down the valley of her breasts to push up the hem of her skirt. I rub her already wet pussy from the outside of her panties, and her hips buck up towards my hand, begging for more.
I slide the damp material to the side and groan into her mouth as my fingertips swipe through her wetness.
“Wait,” she stops me. My hand stops but doesn’t leave her cunt. She licks her lips, tasting the remnants of our kiss, and I shiver. “I haven’t been able to see you naked you know, I feel like that’s something a wife should get to see,” she pants, and I shake my head with a laugh.
Quickly standing up, I remove my pants and toss my shirt over my head. Her gaze travels from my face, down my torso, cataloging each scar and tattoo before she looks down at my hard and waiting cock.
