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“Let’s go, St. James Pack, your chariot awaits.”
Cade came around the corner, smirking. “Blame Vaughn.”
“No, I won’t take the blame here. I blame whoever created the dress she’s wearing. I didn’t know she would have to redo her lipstick entirely.”
Isolde came around the corner, and any thought of blame slid out of my head. She wore a spring green dress that hugged her curves before ending in a flouncy skirt right above her knees. The off-the-shoulder neckline displayed all of our bites like they were jewelry. Her own necklace made of us. She didn’t wear a necklace either, highlighting them. Instead, sparkly earrings dangled and drew even more attention to the bite marks on her neck.
I laughed. “Now I know why you said you won’t have to tell him.”
“Yup.” Her eyes sparkled, and I felt her delight at the vicious bit of satisfaction she was about to have. “This wasn’t what I had planned to wear, but I think it highlights things well enough.”
“More than enough.” I snagged her around the waist as she walked past, holding her against me. For all our sakes, I hoped the rehearsal and dinner didn’t go too long. I needed my Omega underneath me again, my cock sinking into her perfect heat. And again once she was asleep, making sure her body had its fill. “You’re perfect.”
Isolde’s cheeks turned pink in a flush, but I felt how much the compliment sank into her and made her feel so much more than loved. Along with her sensing my desperate need.
“Ready to rehearse?”
“Bet your ass. Especially since Beau is walking me down the aisle.”
I couldn’t stop my growl while I helped her up into the car. “Did we know about that?”
“Ellie dropped that particular bomb at the bachelorette, so probably not. We were busy. But now I can’t wait, if only to rub it in his face.”
Leaning in and kissing her shoulder where I marked it, I savored her shudder. “If he puts his hands on you anywhere other than where it’s necessary to get you to the end of the aisle, I can’t promise what I’ll do.”
“Try to keep his face intact. Five on one isn’t a fair fight, even if he is an ass.”
Cade buckled her seatbelt. “We never promised anything fair when it comes to you.”
Our Omega didn’t hate that idea. She hadn’t been outwardly possessive yet, but I liked knowing she felt like she owned us just as much as we owned her. Any way she wanted to express that was fucking fine with me.
The drive only took a few minutes, and there were nearly as many cars here at the estate as the day we’d arrived.
Sudden nerves danced through my bond with Isolde. Nothing too bad, but I didn’t blame her. Walking into your sister’s wedding rehearsal, bonded, and not having told anyone, was a bold choice. I pushed confidence through to her.
“I need to get used to that,” she muttered, waiting for Vaughn to open her door.
“What?”
“All of you feeling what I’m feeling and then making me feel better.”
Hawk helped her down and made sure she was balanced on her hot-as-fuck high heels. “You do need to get used to it, cause we’re not going to stop.”
Geoffrey opened the door for us, and if I hadn’t been looking for it, I wouldn’t have noticed the slightest freeze when he saw Isolde and her still-healing bites. Then he smiled. “Nice to see you, Miss St. James.”
Her small intake of breath hit me right in the gut. Damn, that sounded good. Isolde’s legal name wouldn’t change unless she wanted it to, it was Geoffrey’s way of letting both her and us know he acknowledged the bond.
“Thank you, Geoffrey. I assume everyone is already outside?”
“They are.”
“Thank you.”
We went straight through the mansion out back. In the days we’d been locked away for the heat, the back of the Caruso estate had been transformed. A giant tent now dominated a large portion of the backyard. Lights were everywhere. Curled around the tent poles and along the walkways—new stone ones that had been laid just for the wedding.
Beyond that, an area down by the beach where the actual wedding would take place. It was clear there would be flowersand decorations here tomorrow, but because of the weather and wind, it was a little bare. The bridal party congregated there, waiting for everything to start. Isolde’s parents too, along with Ellie and Warren.
Here we go.
