One True Mate: Shifter's Solace (Kindle Worlds Novella)(18)
“No, you couldn’t. That’s why.” Ben sighed impatiently. “Brady, you always win at cards. Games of skill, games of chance – doesn’t matter. Haven’t you ever stopped to wonder why?”
“I…” Brady opened his mouth, then shut it again, a thoughtful look on his face as the opening strains of Bach’s Air on the G String started to play on Jake’s sound system. The name of the music had resulted in much hilarity and a Most Tasteless Gift competition at the bachelor party. Rory was now the proud owner of thongs in leopard print, sequin and light-up musical varieties.
It was pretty music, though, and the bride looked beautiful as she walked in wearing a simple white column dress, with ivy twined into her dark hair.
The Chief recited the ceremony solemnly, and they echoed their vows back to him, never letting go of each other’s hands, never taking their eyes off each other. Every man there felt a pang of envy for the happy couple, tempered with hope that, now Rory had found his One True Mate, perhaps they could too.
When Ivy said, “Until death do us part,” Ben turned his back, choking something about allergies and onions.
After the vows, the squad surrounded Ivy and Rory, clapping him on the back, telling her she’d just made the worst mistake of her life, but they’d break his legs and tie them in a knot if he stepped out of line.
Then, in the middle of the laughter, Ivy’s face fell. A look of deep apprehension and pain crossed her features.
Rory took her cold hands, alarmed. “What is it? What’s wrong? Whatever it is, baby, I’ll make it right. I’m never going to let anything hurt you.”
Wordlessly, she pointed over his shoulder. They all turned.
Ben was standing in the doorway to the kitchen, a massive grin on his face and a charred, sagging, blobbily frosted and clearly home-made monstrosity of a wedding cake clutched proudly in his hands.
The Chief was the first to find his voice. "Not just no, but hell no."
*
For the last three months, their sex life at the firehouse had centered around Do Not Disturb signs on the locker room door, imaginative threats on Rory’s part, and a fair number of awkward incidents. That was how it was going to be until renovations were completed to turn the top floor of the building into a series of private rooms. For the wedding night, though, the squad had chipped in for a hotel room. It was opulent and elegant. Or maybe cozy and rustic. Or sleek and modern. Who cared? As Rory carried Ivy over the threshold, they only had eyes for each other.
She managed to get her dress off without Rory tearing it or pulling off any of the tiny satin buttons in his eagerness, but her lacy “something blue” underwear didn’t survive the process.
After stripping off his tux, she tugged on the band of his plain black boxers. “I thought you’d be wearing something a bit more…exotic.” She raised an eyebrow.
“You heard about that?”
“I heard about that.”
He kissed her, and it was a little while before they broke apart.
“I thought comedy underwear might spoil the mood a bit,” he said, then gasped as she wrapped her hand around his thick, rigid cock through the fabric of his underwear.
“I don’t think anything could spoil the mood tonight,” she said and, still stroking him, led him towards the king-size bed.
He rolled her onto her tummy and kissed his way up her calves, licking the sensitive dips at the backs of her knees and biting his way up her thighs before sinking his teeth into the globe of her ass and making her shriek, then moan when he worked his hand underneath her hips to play with her slick pussy. She sighed and arched her back, giving him room to push two fingers inside her and work her with his hand as he kissed her spine and her shoulder blades and the nape of her neck.
Then he withdrew his fingers from her, leaving her achingly empty, and wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her back against his body, onto her hands and knees. She stretched like a cat and dug her fingers into the comforter as he parted the petals of her wet pink pussy with his fingers, then licked upwards from her tingling clit until he could dip the point of his tongue into her channel.
He kissed and licked, tonguing her intimate flesh until she was moaning helplessly and bucking back against him, pleading for his cock.
He fitted the head of his dick against her body and braced himself above her with one arm, wrapping the other snugly around her waist, and he pushed inside her, exquisitely slowly, gritting his teeth against the intensity of the pleasure. When he was seated all the way inside her, he rolled his hips, flexing his buttocks, pushing himself as far inside her wet, willing body as he could get. She whimpered his name, pressing back against him.
He began to move, pulling out of her body and plunging back in with a steady, fierce rhythm that quickly had pleasure building in his loins and tightening his balls. His cock felt impossibly hard and thick, gripped by the velvety walls of her pussy, and as she fluttered and clenched around him, he knelt up, gripping her by the hips. His fingers dug into the soft white flesh hard enough to leave marks, and he worked in and out of her slick cunt until she spasmed around him, shouting and gasping, and he felt the telltale building tension in his balls.
Then he leaned forward, his chest against her sweat-slick spine, and sank his teeth into the pale flesh where her neck met her shoulder, marking her. Claiming her as his.
He found his bliss inside her body as the brief, sweet pain of the bite rocked her into another shuddering climax.