“Where are we anyway?” Terry asked, looking from me to Zach. He didn’t seem apprehensive, only curious.
Zach grinned. “Rosebud club, of course. The top-floor suite.”
Terry nodded. “Good to know.”
Was he already planning a repeat? I wouldn’t mind spending a birthday or two in this way.
We talked in hushed tones about nothing and everything until William and the little nympho began kissing.
We had ourselves rounds two and three. This time, it was unchoreographed but fun nonetheless. Zach’s pretty redhead, whose name was allegedly Nick, rode Terry’s dick, and Zach straddled Terry’s face. I tasted William’s milk while the nympho in white, Aden, fisted William’s big ass. Then I rabbit-fucked Spike’s spasming hole, pulling on his pierced nipples to prolong his orgasm. I came into Aden’s mouth while Terry fucked him with long, deep strokes. After the fisting, William was loose enough to take us both. His milk ran down my chest and arms as we railed him, holding him up between us. Spike cleaned Terry’s cock with his mouth, and Terry ate him out before making Aden come one last time on his dick.
By three in the morning, I’d lost track of who’d already fucked and sucked whom. I’d had three intense orgasms, and Terry at least four, from what I’d noticed. I had no idea how many times the boys had come, but the air held more omega pheromones than oxygen. Even our shifter stamina was fading after all of that.
Terry lay on the recliner with a napping Spike and Aden tucked under his arms. His fingers still glistened with their slick. Nick lay cuddled in Zach’s embrace on the sofa, his legs on my lap, cum drying on his belly. He played with Zach’s soft cock, but after a short while, his hand got limp, and he fell asleep. William leaned against my side, sipping a soda. His poor nipples looked swollenand sore after several nursing sessions, but he seemed content.
We were all fucked out and mellow. Even Zach began to doze off. Terry met my gaze from across the room, and I raised my eyebrows at him. He gave me a tiny nod and a smile.
28
Husband and Husband
LOTHAIR
The tabloids foundout about my engagement to Terry two weeks before the wedding. We had to surround my property with an army of security and pick the paparazzi down from trees and ladders as they swarmed to take a shot of Terry. By some miracle, the date and location—Terry’s folks’ main house—remained undisclosed.
Zach brought Nick as his plus-one to our wedding. The sight of them made me happy. They were seated next to Paris and Boone at the ceremony, and when Paris began talking to them, Nick’s cheeks got all pink and stars danced in his eyes. Zach cast an arm around his shoulders, and even from a distance, I could see the soothing effect his embrace had on Nick. They were cute together.
I was surprised at how calm I was waiting for Terry to join me under the green orchard canopy. When he came down the aisle in his shimmery silver tux, his smile shy and adorable, my stomach swooped. This was my grand, happy ending and an even grander beginning. My mate, in love,happy to join his life with mine forever. I still sometimes woke up surprised that this was my reality. Maybe I was dreaming right now. When the sun reflected off Terry’s hair and he squinted in the bright light, the image got a little blurry.
He came up to me and cupped my face, his thumbs wiping under my eyes. Was I crying? In front of everyone? How embarrassing! I dropped my gaze, but Terry kissed the corner of my mouth.
“I love you, baby,” he whispered. “Ready?”
“Yeah.”
He told me he loved me again in his vow.
“Before I met you, I thought I had it all figured out. I thought I knew who I was and what I wanted, and I judged people around me, fancying myself above them. I was an arrogant fool. Then you sauntered into my life wearing nothing but white boxer briefs, kicked me in the shin, laughed at me, and I realized I knew nothing.” A few chuckles disturbed the silence, coming mainly from where the Sullivans sat next to Terry’s boss and colleagues. Terry paused, grinning at me, then his expression turned serious. “Lothair, you’ve taught me so much already, and I’m still learning. You’ve shown me joy and pleasure like I hadn’t ever imagined, you’ve opened my mind and heart, and you steal my breath every time you walk into a room. I love you. You’re warm, compassionate, fierce, so damned clever, and I’ll be proud to call you mine for the rest of my life.”
Yeah, if he had said one more sentence, I would have bawled. I took a few seconds to compose myself, but even then, my voice shook.
“I love you, Terry.” And I choked.Fuck. He squeezed my hands, smiling encouragingly. I took another deep breath and one more. “I’ve said this before, but it bears repeating.You’re my life’s greatest accomplishment. I don’t think anything I’ll ever manage in the future will be greater than marrying you. I considered myself a hedonist, enjoying life to the fullest, but I only learned about true passion and happiness when I found you. I promise you, I’ll do everything in my power to make you as happy as I am when I’m near you.”
Time seemed to move faster after that. We kissed, and the crowd cheered. Terry’s pops whistled, and his dog, Badger, let out a loud bark in response, making everybody laugh.
I had no idea how many people hugged me and shook hands with me during the following twenty minutes. I didn’t know who half of them were.
The forever beautiful Leonard Chase, now Sullivan, gave me a kiss on my cheek. He balanced a baby on his hip, and his husband, a tall, scowling dragon, carried a toddler on his shoulders. The formidable alpha’s face softened when he shook my hand.
Conrad Roche brought his three mates and their new baby. Before the ceremony, I noticed Quinton, the youngest omega, sitting in the shade on Terry’s folks’ patio sofa. He was chest-feeding the infant while cuddled to Conrad’s side. The sight tugged at my heart in a way I was learning to recognize.One day, we’ll have our own.
Even Allan Caspian made an appearance with Julio, his omega lover. He congratulated us profusely while Julio eyed my husband with an unmistakable glint in his eyes. Boone slapped my shoulder, and Paris hugged me before he slid a key and an envelope into my hand. It was to Paris’s private getaway residence that they’d offered us for ten days as a wedding present. I stuffed the items into my pocket, thanking Paris profusely. He patted my cheek.
“Enjoy. The helicopter is ready to go in three hours.”
Three hours. I could make it for three more hours.
Most of the time, I was swamped by a throng of Harbingers. God, there were so many of them. They seemed to multiply in front of my eyes. When I thought I’d met all the cousins already, Terry’s omega dad brought more people forward. There was Terry’s uncle Howard’s second son with his husband and three kids, Terry’s great-uncle Keith’s oldest twins with their spouses and twelve children and two babysitters, Terry’s second cousin once removed, his neighbor, the neighbor’s grandpa, and all the members of the grandpa’s a cappella singing choir. Did Terry really know all these people? But I smiled and shook hands until my shoulder felt like it would pop out of its socket.
