Finally, after what felt like another million minutes but was in fact maybe five, the violinist began to play. I immediately looked towards the house, waiting to see Narcissa. Needing to see her.
My eyes scanned right over Mila and Elizabeth as they made their way towards the ceremony grounds. The witch that was marrying us stepped forward, and I found myself almost tapping my foot anxiously, wanting to see Narc.
Then I saw her, and any nerves I had completely vanished.
Narcissa was always, without a doubt, beautiful. But right now? Exquisite. It was the only word that came to mind as my chest squeezed and cock hardened at the sight of her in a fucking wedding gown. Not a traditional one either. No, this wedding gown was custom-made for Narc’s hot little body and her badass personality.
The black bodice laced up like a corset and pressed against her golden skin, emphasizing her tiny waist. The large skirt that fell around her looked almost cloud-like in a mixture of black and greys that matched the floating sleeves. She had said it was ‘organza’ material, and fuck if I knew what that meant, but it was perfect on her. She looked almost unreal. Gasps echoed through the space as she offered us a cheeky smile, the slight thud of her combat boots on the ground making me smile.
God I loved this woman.
“Still nervous?” Zachariah mused, not looking away from her for even a second. Couldn’t blame him.
“Never been more sure about something in my life.”
Epilogue
Abel - 2 Years Later
I let out a small yawn, squinting an eye open as Nacrissa’s soft laughter echoed across the empty beach and reached my ears. From where I was, underneath one of the large palm trees stretched out on a beach chair, I spotted Narcissa kneeling in the sand. Fucking hell. I was so glad we had gone with a private beach and property this time around.
We had made that mistake the first time around on our honeymoon, when we had nearly gotten kicked out of a Jamaican luxury resort for fucking on the beach. Something she was nearly doing with Dorian right now. Nearly, as in he kept trying to untie the laces of her tiny gold bikini as she avoided him. Alaric sat up next to me, watching her as she ran towards the water.
How much did you want to bet he was unhappy with the space between us and her?
“She should be careful,” he grumbled and laid back down. Grumpy motherfucker.
Every October since getting married, we made our way somewhere warm, and this time we were in the Mediterranean. Specifically in Greece, on a small, isolated island that we were renting for the week. Other than the staff, it was just us, which allowed Narcissa to walk around half-naked most of the time without us acting like possessive idiots.
We had needed this week, and even though we’d only been here two days, I could already feel myself relaxing. Ever since we’d gotten married, it had seemed that things had really taken off in New Orleans, and the already very popular tourism sector only grew. While none of us had the need to work, we spent most of the time helping Narcissa out when it came to handling everything that came along with being Queen.
She had made a point of even purchasing the meeting space that we usually used, turning it into an unofficial office. I usually had to drag her away from the damn property to get her to relax, because she had become more and more invested in the supernatural community the past two years. Something she should be proud of, considering all the shit she had accomplished. Sure, there were still assholes in the community, but she handled them with such ease that it sort of gave them no ammunition.
Most recently, we had been working on a large foster system for supernatural children that either were in terrible situations or homeless, giving them homes until they finished school or found a more permanent pack or community. Watching her deal with kids on a daily basis had been inspiring, if we were being honest… but it had also started the thought process of having our own kids.
A concept that as of recently had sort of possessed me. I had no idea why, and maybe it was just a very primal instinct, but I fucking wanted to see her pregnant with my kid. I wanted to fill her tight little body up with so much cum that ten months from now, everyone would be well fucking aware of who she loved. Not that they weren’t already. Plus, the bite marks I left on her neck were fairly fucking noticeable.
Examining Narcissa’s frame, I tilted my head and smiled slightly, wondering if I could possibly be right about what I was seeing. I turned to Alaric, my twin looking up from the financial analysis of one of our holdings to momentarily raise a brow at me. Probably wondering why I had such a smug look on my face.
You would be smug too if you’d managed to knock your wife up as fast as we had.
Of course, I wasn’t absolutely positive. Nor did I know if any of the other men had noticed, but I knew Narcissa’s body top to bottom and usually could tell when a change had occurred. In the past two years she had complained about putting on weight—not that you could fucking tell—but I still didn’t think that was what I was noticing.
I narrowed my eyes, glad to have supernatural hearing and vision as I realized her lower abdomen had a slight near-bump to it. Was that possible? I arched a brow, trying to think about when she had last had her period. I mean, I sure as fuck remembered our conversation about kids, and that had been… almost eight weeks ago?
Walking into our large attached en suite, I stopped completely, finding my stunning wife standing at the bathroom counter putting on makeup. Her curvy body was only covered in a tiny pair of black lace panties and a bra that I had the sudden urge to destroy.
Well now I sure as fuck didn’t want to go to this meeting tonight.
“Are you sure we can’t push the meeting?” I asked, coming up behind her, my fingers running down her soft skin as she let out a small moan, biting down on her red lip. My lips traced her neck, and I had a sudden urge to bite down on her neck and turn her into a melted pool of satisfaction before bending her over this counter and fucking her.
I also didn’t want her to miss this meeting if she was really set on it.
“It will only last a little bit. They are new to town, we need to say something,” she explained softly, leaning back into me.
“Fine,” I growled, nipping her shoulder as she let out a small squeak. I grumbled to myself as I walked to the bathroom door, planning to get dressed.
“Oh, Abel?” Narcissa grinned as I turned back, hopeful she’d changed her mind.
“Tonight,” she winked, brushing past me. “Plus, I stopped taking the pill yesterday.”
My brain stuttered as a grin broke across my face. Fuck yes. We’d been talking about it for a few weeks now and had decided we wanted to start trying. Holy shit, the others… were totally going to use this as an excuse to fuck her twenty-four seven. I wasn’t any less guilty. I watched her getting ready, already planning how I was going to ravage her the minute we got home.
How I was going to knock her up tonight.
I would never know if we actually got her knocked up that night, but fuck I hoped so. Was I crazy, or had she really not had her period last month? I mean, I obsessively tracked all things Narc, and I was almost damn positive she hadn’t.
“Is she…” Alaric trailed off, looking slightly confused, probably noticing the slight change.