Series: Lee Savino
Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 66414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
“Matthias.”
Just hearing my name on Maisy’s lips makes my heart feel like it’s going to punch through my chest.
“Love me tender and love me true. As long as you hold onto me, we can make it to the end.”
If only I could hold onto her.
Elvis swivels his hips. "Uh huh. That’s real good. Now slip that ring on and tell her she ain't nothin' but your wife now."
Axel hands me the ring. I cup it in my palm to replace his scent with mine then slide it onto my bride’s finger.
My bride.
My wife.
Maisy.
Mine.
Maisy takes the white gold band that will be my wedding ring. Her hands are shaking, so I help her slip it onto my finger.
Elvis smacks his lips. "By the power vested in me by the great state of Nevada and the spirit of rock and roll, you may kiss your bride. Thank you, thank you very much."
Hell, yes, I’m going to kiss my bride. I’m going to kiss her until her toes curl.
Just to make it seem real, of course.
Not because I need to taste that mouth more than I need to breathe.
I cup her perfect face in my hands. She sucks in a breath. I can hear both our heart rates speeding faster. Then, they beat in sync.
I lower my head, ready to claim her mouth rough and dirty like the heathen I am, only barely stopping myself just before I touch her lips.
“May I kiss you, Maisy?” I murmur.
She stops breathing.
I stop breathing.
I’ve scared her. Fuck. She’s way too intimidated to even know how to–
Maisy smashes her lips against mine.
I freeze for a moment, savoring the sensation. Savoring her consent. No, not just her consent–her desire.
Fate, how will I ever hold back?
It doesn’t matter. I’m not going to. I switch my hands from the gentle hold on her face to cup her nape and go in for the bear-kill. The searing kiss that will make her soak her panties and beg for more.
I immobilize her head, so I have all the control. My lips stroke across hers on an angle, once. Twice. Then I plunge my tongue between her lips to fuck her mouth with it.
She moans against my mouth. I drink it in.
That’s right, beautiful. I’m going to teach you what a real mouth-fucking is like.
I suck her lips, scrape my teeth across them, plunge my tongue in and out of her mouth. I wrap my arm around the back and yank her body flush against mine, so I can devour her.
Too late, I remember she’s probably never even been kissed.
She’s Maisy. My delicate, breakable mate. My sweet, gorgeous wife.
I yank back, releasing her. My eyes must be glowing. My bear is right at the surface.
I study her face, expecting her to be afraid. Flustered. Undone.
Her eyes remain closed, lips parted. Head tilted back for more.
Fuck. Me.
I give her more. Another round of domination by kissing. Total mastery. Full ownership. I show Maisy how much she belongs to me with each lash of my tongue into her mouth.
This time when we come apart, she lets out a soft mewl of protest. Like she didn’t want it to be over.
I’m so fucked.
I need more Moon Cure. Now.
My brothers cheer and applaud.
"All right, all right, let's get a picture of this hunka hunka burnin' love. Smile now!” Faux-Elvis instructs, and his assistant starts clicking so fast the flashes blind us.
Faux-Elvis starts singing “You give me fever,” complete with leg shaking. The triplets join in with an off-beat cancan that has them kicking up their feet to make their kilts fly up.
I grab Maisy’s hand, and we run to escape the chaos.
My brothers escort us out of the chapel, singing and laughing and talking nonstop.
“Wife,” I say because I want the pleasure of calling her that. Mate, my bear rumbles, satisfied that I just had her in my arms.
“Husband.” She grins up at me, and I feel like I could fly.
Chapter Ten
Maisy
Matthias picks me up and bundles me onto the party bus.
“Make good choices,” Hutch calls.
“Use protection!” Canyon says. He and Bern fight past Darius to open the door and throw in a handful of colorful condom packets.
I laugh because they make it funny rather than awkward. Now I know why people love Vegas. Anything goes.
Axel pushes them out of the way and slams the bus door, and Teddy pulls away from the curb.
My new husband sprawls next to me on the back seat. He doesn’t mean to manspread, but he’s so big, he takes up most of the seat and has to stretch his long legs into the aisle.
My wedding ring is a new, satisfying weight on my finger. The diamonds blaze, proof that the past half hour wasn’t a dream.
If the ring didn’t prove it, the puffy, well-kissed feeling in my lips would. My new husband kissed the heck out of me. I can’t stop smiling or touching my lips.