The Hall of Wonders had changed into a beautiful mountain scene. It was midsummer, somewhere far north. The skies were dark with stars, the mystique picture of mountains in the distance, alpine trees lining a shimmering lake underneath the light of the moon.
Beside the lake was a small potion, sitting on a tree stump. Attached to the potion was a note.Drink me.
“Should we?” Emma asked, lifting the potion and observing it carefully.
I used my shifter sight to observe the drink, but didn’t see, or smell, anything suspicious. “It’s the magic of the room. If someone had placed it here for us, there would be fingerprints, but I don’t see any. It’s our own magic that conjured the drink.”
“Bottoms up, then.” Emma uncorked the drink, then took a swig. She drank half of it before handing it to me. I drank the rest of it and placed the empty bottle to the side.
Nothing happened immediately. I wondered what the effect of the potion was. But the thought quickly fell from my mind as Emma removed the pins from her hair, and it fell freely down her back.
She turned her back to me. I slowly began undoing the corset ties that kept her dress bound to her body. As I loosened it, the dress fell off, and Emma stepped out of it to reveal her undergarments. White lingerie lined with blue ribbon, with lace panties that were completely see-through.
My mind ceased to think. Her breasts looked gorgeous, pushed up against her body by the brazerrie that held them aloft. She twirled in place and said, “It wouldn’t be a wedding night without lingerie.”
“You’re certainly right.” I yanked at my tie and let it fall to the ground. Emma began unbuttoning my shirt while I slipped out of my jacket, leaving me bare-chested. She pressed herself against me and ran her fingers down my abs, feeling my muscles.
I suddenly felt far more vulnerable than I ever had. I’d just pledged my life to this woman, and promised to love her forever, good or bad. Nothing had changed, and yet, everything had. It was an inspiring moment.
Emma began kissing me again, and we fell backward into the grass. She rolled my pant leg up and removed my prosthetic before she took off the rest of my clothes, throwing them aside. She straddled me, kissing and licking my skin while drawing her long fingernails over my pectorals. I slipped a hand between her legs, and found that my fingers slid neatly into her folds.
Her panties had a slit in them for easy access. Very interesting. I fished one hand in her hair and the other between her legs as we kissed. Emma moved over me, brushing her thigh against my dick. It made my wolf go wild, though I insistently tried to calm it, telling him we would wait to take our prize.
I rubbed her clit as I sank my fingers deeper inside of her, and Emma gave a deep moan. She came, and as she did so, I began to see illusions. Fireworks exploded in the skies behind us, changing colors from pink to purple.
So that’s what the potion was for. I grinned and flipped her onto her back. Her arms splayed out over her head as I pushed her legs apart, diving in for a taste. Her essence was sweeter than ever as I cupped her ass in my hands and lifted her rosebud to my tongue.
The fireworks exploded again, igniting the skies and the stars above. Emma’s eyes reflected the colors, watching the show in wonder as her pants became frantic and shallow.
My wolf growled inside of me and demanded to take control. I hovered overtop of her and sank my cock in. Her hips lifted as she let out another moan. I took long, deep strides that left me fully satisfied, and felt her nails lacing my back as I buried my nose in her hair.
This wasn’t the frenzied, crazed trysts that usually took over us. It was passionate and slow, our first unification as husband and wife. I wanted to make it last forever, and though I knew it wouldn’t, I wished to drag out each moment as long as possible.
We rolled, and Emma climbed on top of me again. Clearly, she didn’t have the same desire to draw out the moment, as she began riding me hard and fast. I found her delirious movements too much to resist, and I felt myself losing control as she threw her head back and cried out. When she came this time, her wings appeared, pulsing with power and magic. They ignited blue and lit up the night just like the fireworks, a beacon in the darkness. The brilliant sight of them caused me to gasp, and I lost control, emptying myself into her.
The fireworks absolutely erupted into a marvelous display, going off in quick succession, one right after the other. Emma and I rode out the waves fully, until she fell off of me and onto her back, her breasts heaving with delight. She was watching the fireworks, but I was enraptured in the display that was her, the colors bouncing across her ivory skin and tinting her hair.
As the fireworks drew to a close, she looked at me. I was very sure this was one of the best nights of our lives, but I wasn’t about to be certain. After all, we had a whole life together left to live, and this was only the beginning.
“I wish every day could feel like this,” Emma whispered, lifting her hand to run her fingers along the stars.
“There will be some days happier than this day, and others that are sadder,” I said. “What’s important is that we have each other.”
“Yes,” Emma agreed with a smile, turning into me. “Forever.”
Chapter Twenty
Emma
After our little rendezvous, Ethan and I made our way back to the reception— not that anyone had been fooled on what we were doing. After all, my hair was a mess. It was a good thing, though, and part of tradition. The fae expected you to sneak away with your new spouse sometime during the nightly festivities. It harkened back to the old days when royals had to be— ew—watchedby nobles for their first time in order to prove they’d consummated their marriage.
No thanks. Ethan and I doing the walk of shame back to our reception was good enough for me.
The dancing, dining, and celebration had continued until dawn. Once the sun rose, we were sent off by the wedding guests and taken by royal escort to Dolinska International Airport.
Most of our friends were coming with us— more protection. It was odd for a honeymoon, as the papers had noted, but the reporters didn’t realize what was at stake.
We didn’t want to take a portal, as we thought it best to save our magical energy, just in case we would need it in the upcoming days. So, we took the royal jet liner.
