The kid did alright putting this shindig together, I had to admit. When my twin had told me that Jay reallyhadplanned the whole event—down to what food was beingset out on those tables up the beach—I’d been surprised. Now that I saw it in person, I was impressed.
My nephew had the organizational gene, that was for sure. Or maybe he’d just grown up watching his father. Korrad wasn’t exactly Type A, but he Had His Shit Together.
Right now, Jay hovered at the rear of the guests, holding his dad’s cell phone and a clipboard with a bunch of paper attached…just like a real wedding planner, I suppose. Sylvik’s Mate was seated right in front of him and kept whispering to him. I remembered that shewasa wedding planner, and guessed that she’d helped him out with pointers and suggestions and whatnot.
He might have a future in event planning, honestly. He’d thrown this together in only two weeks?
The guests were seated in tiny white folding chairs—well, I supposed they were normal-sized for humans, but the orcs looked like they were going to break them. Sakkara, Eastshore’s orc mayor, was standing behind the flimsy archway, which was bedecked in palm fronds and some kind of tropical-looking flowers in pinks and purples. They smelled nice and fit the beach theme.
“You ready?” Sakkara murmured. He was going to be performing the ceremony, which I didn’t realize was possible.
I admitted, “No.”
Beside me, my brother snorted. “He was talking tome.” Korrad took a deep breath, held it, then blew it out all at once. “Yeah, let’s do it.”
I saw Sakkara raise his hand, gesturing to Jay, who nodded solemnly and lifted his cell phone to type something. With an emphatic stab of his finger, music swelled, and I found one brow lifting, impressed. The kid had managed everything, huh?
And then.
And then.
Something caught my senses. A whiff of a scent, afeeling.
My head jerked up and around, as I tried to home in on it, tried to figure out where it was coming from.
That scent…
Jocelyn.
Jocelyn was here.
I took a stumbling a half-step forward, frantically scanning the guests in the stupid little chairs. She wasn’t here. She wasn’t here! But Iknewshe was here! I knew she was near!
I wouldn’t forget her scent.
I’d been remembering it for weeks. I’d wrapped my hand around my cock and jerked myself off, remembering that scent, remembering the way she’d cried out in pleasure, remembering the taste of her swollen lips and cunt and?—
MyKteerhowled, and I felt the rumble in my chest.
“Brak,” my twin hissed. “What’s wrong?”
I shook my head at him, too confused to answer. Where was she?
“There’s no danger here,” came Sakkara’s soothing tone. “Stand down.”
The fuck was he to tell me to calm? He wasn’t in charge of me! He didn’t know?—
And then Korrad’s hand rested on my forearm, and Ididfeel myself calming. “Brak,” he said gently. “My bride is about to show up for my wedding. There something you need to mention to me?”
I took a deep breath—godsdamn, she washeresomewhere!—and managed to shake my head. Rolling my shoulders, I forced my expression to clear, forced myself to step back by his side.
This was Korrad’s day. Night, whatever.
Jay had planned it because it was something the kid had always wanted: a mother, a brother, a sunset beach ceremony. I wasn’t going to ruin the whole event because my dick caught feelings.
Right?
I glanced at my brother and saw him watching me with concern. So I nodded, one abrupt jerk of my chin, to let him know I was in control again.
