Page 50 of An Anomaly of Sunlight

With a hand on her back, I pull our bodies flush. She drapes one arm over my shoulder, cupping my cheek with the other. “I do. Forever.” Her lips brush mine. “She didn’t say kiss the bride yet.” I murmur against her lips, dramatically brushing a wisp of hair behind my ear.

Everyone in attendance giggles as Amethyst playfully swats my chest. “I do.” My gaze softens as I take her in. “Always.” Amethyst’s skin blurs momentarily as a projection of herself takes form beside us. She’s been practicing her affinity as often as she can, and I’m beyond proud of her progress.

I raise a brow at her. “Projecting at our wedding?” She answers aloud, “Did you honestly think I’d miss a single second of this? When I close my eyes to kiss you, I still want to be able to take a mental photograph.” The effortless warmth of her smile tugs the corners of my mouth upward.

“Go on, then. Kiss her!” Emerald shouts, and everyone in attendance cheers. I plant my lips on hers, praying that every ounce of my devotion to her melds into her veins.

Thirty-Five

Skyler

Oddly, August is the last to leave. She’s usually in a hurry to get back to Sanguine, but stranger things have happened. I appreciated her company on such a special evening. Waving goodbye to her, I turn my attention to Amethyst, easing the door shut.

“If you want that dress to stay intact, it needs to come off immediately.” That gorgeous pink shade creeps onto her cheeks. “Why? Are we going for a run? You know Mom spelled all of our clothes not to rip.”

A wolfish grin tugs my lips upward. I pull her against me, her back to my chest. Trailing a hand upwards, between her breasts, I slip my fingers under the fabric of her dress. My lips brush her ear.

“Because if my wife isn’t spread across our bed in the next thirty-seconds wearing nothing but her rings… I’m ripping it off with my teeth.”

She gasps, her slight movement sending a tingle to my already throbbing cock. “You wouldn’t. This is one of my best dresses.” I nip the top of her shoulder in challenge. “Test me, Sunlight.” Spinning her around, I loop my finger under one of the straps, pulling it off her shoulder. “Strip. Now.”

Her fiery eyes meet mine as she slides the other strap off. “You too, husband.” More than happy to oblige, I tug the buttons of my shirt then drop it to the floor. With a soft giggle, her lacy bra and panties join her dress on the floor. She flips her hair over her shoulder, ascending the steps. A moan slips past my lips as my eyes are blessed by the sight of her bare ass and thighs. I practically leap out of my pants to rush after her.

Entering the bedroom, a feral sound rumbles in my chest. Her chocolate waves spill across the pillow with legs spread wide putting her beautiful, glistening pussy on display. She rests a hand atop delicate curls, her newly ringed finger twirling around her clit. I fist my cock. Crying to be buried inside her, a bead already glistens the tip.

“Is this what you had in mind?” She purrs, voice low. Stalking toward her, my words come out in a growl. “Oh, love,” I pause to run a finger through her folds, “you are better than any image my mind could conjure.” Her sweet moan fills my ears as I lick her arousal from my fingertip. “Mm, I never had a sweet tooth until I tasted your pussy.

“Now,” I whisper along the flesh of her thigh, “I’ve developed a craving.” My tongue parts her, circling her clit. With breathy pants, she rocks her hips against me. I press two fingers inside. Curling upwards just how I know she likes.

Her hand fists into my hair, and I know two things. My beautiful mate, my perfect wife, is about to call out my name. Then she’s going to drench my fingers in her passion.

I raise up, replacing my tongue with my thumb on her clit. I need to see her face as she falls apart for me. Her mouth forms a perfect circle. Her eyes are shut, head resting on the pillow. That will not do. “Sky,” she moans my name like a hymn.

“Open your eyes, Sunlight. Look at me while I worship you.” She cries out, locking her gaze with mine. Her thighs shiver as she blesses me with her release, and I drink in her flushed cheeks; her eyes glazed over with lust.

“Perfect,” I praise. As the last wave of her orgasm fades, I align myself with her entrance, plunging inside. She trails a finger down my chest and reaches for my marked hand. Resting my weight on my right, I place my left hand in her palm.

For a moment she admires the intricate sun adorning the top. Then she wraps her tongue around the fingers still coated with her essence and sucks them into her mouth. “Fuck,” I grind out, pleasure shooting through my mate mark, intensifying the already joyous embrace of her pussy around my cock.

I tease her entrance with my knot, and she whimpers against my fingers. Releasing them with a pop, she begs me, “More, please.” Squeezing my knot inside, I pause, nearly losing myself and coming right then. Amethyst digs her nails into my shoulders, and I press my hips further against her.

As she grinds against me, I cup her ass in my palms and raise her hips. Allowing me to plunge deeper inside. “Goddess!” She screams as I pull my knot out, then thrust back into her. Her legs tighten around me as my own muscles clench, my release building.

I loop an arm under her hips to hold her in place and return a thumb to her clit. “Come on, love. Let go for me.” Without resistance, she allows her orgasm to rock through her. When she tightens around my cock, my knot swells to its fullest as my own release paints her insides.

Slowly, she tries to catch her breath. “Goddess above, Sky. You’re trying to kill me.” Between my own shallow breaths, I offer her a smirk. “And I need a drink,” she pants. I take her chin between my fingers, tilting her head up to meet my gaze.

“I’ll get you all the refreshments you need, Sunlight. You won’t be dying tonight, but you will see the heavens.”

Epilogue

Amethyst

One Year Later

Skyler’s hand brushes my skin as he slides it under my skirt, resting it on my upper thigh. “You’ve been at that awhile, are you sure you don’t need a break?” I glance out the passenger window of Dahlia; my view met with forestry rather than palm trees and sand. “Shit, I’ve been editing long enough for a change of scenery?”

Working to untangle the cords of my laptop, phone, and memory reader, I twist and slip them in my backpack behind me. Glancing into the back, I’m more grateful than ever to have purchased a minivan in Delilah’s honor.