Page 116 of Wedlock (Vampire Bachelor Games #3)

I walk towards my bedroom and smile into the phone as Wolf updates me on the gossip in royal circles following our visit to the Court.

It’s only been twenty-four hours, but apparently, I’m on everyone’s lips, and whispers were being heard about my implication that something was up with The Games.

“That should give the old monster something to worry about for a while,” I snort. “And speaking of old monsters…”

“Yes,” Wolf chuckles, “your mother arrived safely and is confined as you requested.”

“Good. Have you heard from Jag?”

“No, and I don’t expect to. Look, I can’t talk for long. I wanted to let you know I’m going to marry Revna.”

“What? Wolf, man, you can’t be serious.”

His laughter booms down the line.

“Christ, you nearly gave me a fucking heart attack,” I shake my head, joining in his laughter.

“Good,” he chuckles, “because I am serious. Do I have your blessing?”

“My blessing? Wolf, please, tell me this is one of your sick little jokes.”

“It’s no joke that I’m going to find my sister,” he says quietly, his voice taking on a deadly tone, “and I’m going to do everything I need to do to that end.”

I shake my head incredulously.

“And you think Revna will help you?”

“I think that desperate, heartbroken princess is going to be wooed so thoroughly, screwed so hard, and fall so much in love with me that she’ll tell me anything and everything I want to know,” he says quietly.

“And then? I hope you have a fucking plan to save your own neck before the wedding day.”

“And then I’ll kill the Viking monster.”

“Good luck, friend,” I sigh as I hang up, pausing in the doorway to admire my wife’s delectable, round ass as she stands barefoot, staring at my bed.

I set aside Wolf’s strange plan and focus on the woman before me.

Last night, after our return from the palace, she’d stayed the rest of the night with Talon, soothing him and Tiger after the debacle they’d witnessed.

Tonight, she’s mine.

Turning, she smiles at me.

“Are you checking me out, Lord Dragonspur?”

“Definitely,” I growl, “I’m wondering if you’re still determined to keep spanking off the table.”

“I am,” she wags her finger at me.

I watch as her smile dies and she shakes her head.

“Angie? I was joking…”

“It’s not that. It’s just that I’ve never been in your bedroom…”

“And you fear that?” I step quickly to her and take her into my arms.

“No. I don’t fear that ,” she blushes.

“Well, that is vaguely disappointing,” I smirk, feeling a stirring in my cock at the sight of the blood rushing into her cheeks and the remembrance of nights past.

“I guess this is the first night of the rest of our lives, and yet, I can’t shake the feeling that something’s going to go wrong and ruin it,” she sighs.

“Even though you tricked the Queen into essentially giving us free will, I just know how mad it made her. She’s bound to figure out a way around that vow.

I feel like there’s still the sword of Damocles hanging over us. ”

“Well, if the past is anything to go on,” I chuckle, “you’d be dead right. But it isn’t. We’re starting afresh. My vow was witnessed by too many vampires for her to wriggle out of it. You can stop worrying. I want you to consider this the wedding night we should have had.”

“The kids…”

“Monsters,” I mock sigh. “Had I known how violent and loud they are I would never have asked you to return. Perhaps we should have let the Queen keep them…”

She grins and smacks me on the shoulder.

Laughing, I scoop her up into my arms, delighting at her surprised gasp as I head for the door.

“In all seriousness,” I smirk as I hold her close and leave the room, “between Yin, the nannies, Lynx’s lessons, the cat with her new kittens, and their new castle, I think they have plenty to keep themselves occupied while we get reacquainted.”

“Reacquainted,” she laughs, “is that what you call this. And just where are you taking me?”

“Outside.”

“Why?” She shivers as I nuzzle her ear while zipping along the corridors towards the entry.

“Because my bride needs to be carried across the threshold.”

“I seem to remember you already did that,” she whispers, her tone once again serious. “Only it wasn’t on our wedding night.”

“I was glad to have you back in my arms then too,” I breathe into her ear, “even though my heart was breaking at the thought I’d lost you to another.

I knew I couldn’t put you in my room, as I’d planned, so I installed you one door from me.

You have no idea how it tormented me knowing how close you were, but how far. ”

“I was equally as aware of how close you were,” She murmurs. “This time I’ve returned on my own terms. Nobody has had to drag me back to you.”

I walk down the wide entry steps into the moonlight, turn around and head back up again, my mood slightly dampened by her mention of having been forcefully returned, and just who brought her back to me.

My last discussion with Jag had been troubling and anything but friendly.

He’d made it clear he still loved my wife and would always be her champion.

He’d found a solution for us to be together because he knew we loved one another, but he’d always be waiting for the day that changed.

I’d made it clear I didn’t want him hanging around waiting with open arms to catch my wife if, when , I fucked up.

I’d given him an ultimatum, and he’d refused.

Wolf acknowledged that this time he’d truly disappeared again.

Neither of us expects to hear from him for centuries, unless he capitulates and agrees to my demand, which seems unlikely.

Meanwhile, my kitchens are still haunted by his memory because his brother, my procurer, is stationed there.

He needs to teach my children who it’s permissible to drink from, and at Angie and Yin’s insistence, how to drink without killing.

The fact that their victims would later be dispensed with isn’t something I’ve had to reveal to their mother, although I’m sure that conversation is going to be an uncomfortable one at some point in the future.

‘One of many, no doubt. But if I have to compromise to keep her happy, I will. I’ll save all humanity if it means she smiles at me like she has tonight.’

“I know what you’re thinking,” Angie says quietly as she leans up, kissing me under the jawline.

My body reacts to her nearness as it always has, and I speed up as I sprint us back towards my bedroom, my plan to seduce her slowly, beginning to unravel now that she’s back in my arms, her scent engulfing me, her warmth seeping through my clothes.

All I can think about is tearing off her clothes and fucking her to kingdom come.

“I don’t think you are,” I growl into her ear, eliciting a delightful gasp.

Reaching our bedroom I lower her feet to the floor near our bed and stand before her drinking in the sight of her radiant face, no longer lined with worry or fear, her eyes soft and full of the admiration and love I’d hoped to see for so long.

“Take your hair out, Lady Dragonspur,” I murmur.

Stretching up, she releases her hair from its ponytail as I stroke my fingers down the inside of her raised arms, her skin goose-bumping at my touch. As she lowers her arms, I run my hands up the outside of them to her hair and push it gently aside, baring her neck.

“Are you planning on having actual sex with me tonight?” She whispers, as I pace myself and plant small kisses up the side of her throat and under her jawline, towards her lips.

“I am,” I murmur, taking her lower lip between my teeth and pulling gently, my hands roaming down to slowly unbutton her shirt.

“Because,” she breathes, “if you don’t…I mean, if you do what you did on the helicopter, and nothing more, I might, you know, have to take matters into my own hands. If we’re going to start our marriage from tonight, I want to ensure consummation.”

“Is that so?” I chuckle, my mouth following the trail my fingers have left down the bare skin between her breasts, to her perfect, soft stomach.

“Yes,” she breathes.

“Into your own hands? Mmmmm, that’s something I’d like to see,” I kneel to unbutton her jeans and pull them down slightly to nuzzle just above her pubic bone.

She buries her hands in my hair and pulls my face up.

“Falcon,” she whispers, “I mean it.”

“Wife,” I growl, pulling my head away from her hands and lowering her jeans and panties some more, her smoothly shaven mound before my face, “never fear that I lack the desire to consummate our union. For some time now I’ve reminisced over the nights I carried you from the dining room and ravished you. ”

“You have?” She breathes, her words coming out a little breathless as I lick her cleft, but don’t part her legs, pausing to look back up at her flushed face.

“Yes, and it occurs to me, shamefully, that we’ve left a great deal of exploration and pleasure on the table, so to speak, had I taken my time.”

“I see,” she squeaks as I push her backwards onto the bed and pull her jeans off with one quick movement.

“Do you?” I smirk at her as I drop my pants, her eyes widening slightly as she looks down.

“I do,” she giggles.

I return her grin and lower myself to the bed so I’m resting above her, my elbows taking my weight as she wraps her legs around my waist.

“But, you see, Lord Dragonspur,” she says as she bites my ear, hard, and wriggles beneath me, “I too have considered how you used to carry me from the dining room and ravish me.”

“You have?” I groan, my self-control slipping as she positions her body so my tip is on the outside of her wet centre as she slides back and forwards, teasing, taunting.

“Oh, yes,” she says, looking into my eyes as she swivels her hip and grips my ass, sliding me into her warm body, her nails digging into me as she urges me deeper.

I grit my teeth and shudder at the exquisite sensation.

“And,” she goes on, her voice husky, eyes deep purple with desire, just as I’d remembered them. “I’d like to explore if my memories are accurate, because, if so, I have no desire to consummate in any other way.”

I close my eyes, every nerve ending in my body tingling at once again being enclosed in her soft body as, groaning, I give myself up to her urging.

‘Fuck it. There’ll be time for exploration later.

“Ravishment it is then, Lady Dragonspur.”