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Leo paused a second. "No matter how irritating River can be, I'm glad fate worked in your favor, sister. You, more than anyone, deserve happiness."
Her eyes watered a little. "Don't make me cry, Leo."
He chucked under her chin. "I won't. But if River Vale ever hurts you, he will be crying and begging for death after I'm done with him."
She rolled her eyes. "Enough with the threats."
He winked. "Then let's get this over with."
Leo opened the door and the harpist began playing a soft tune. She barely noticed the flowers, or even the people standing on two sides—mostly employees from the gaming hell and a few from her safe haven homes—forming an aisle between them.
No, she only had eyes for River.
He was dressed in a black suit, purple tie, his hair slightly wild as always—he said he'd grow it out again—and his green eyes were focused solely on her.
At the heat and intensity she saw there, her entire body warmed.
Somehow she made it down the aisle, Leo handed her over to River, and the ceremony began.
Although she barely noticed the words being spoken. No, all she did was stare at River as he became her husband, and she grew impatient for their wedding night and to finally complete her claiming.
ChapterTwenty-Nine
River barely remembered the wedding ceremony, or the short party after, or even the old-timey photography portraits that had meant standing still in a set pose, first with Nora, and then with their families at a whole. Well, minus Ambrose, who'd disappeared right after the ceremony.
Because throughout everything, he'd focused on Nora and only Nora.
His wife.
Something about the term just felt right, and as they sat side by side in the carriage, heading toward the fae witch territory and their new home, he couldn't resist pulling her into his lap and nuzzling her cheek. "I've wanted to do this all fucking day, baby. As much as I love our families, I'm more than ready for the claiming and making you mine in all ways."
She leaned into him, her breath hot against his neck. "And I've been thinking of your blood. It's been more than a day and the craving won't go away, no matter how hard I try."
He pulled back and cupped her face in his hands, her longing clear in her mismatched eyes. "I would say bite me now, but my body can't handle two drinkings in a day yet and I want to save it for when we're both naked, in bed, and with no chance of interruptions." He kissed her gently. "Although I can get you wet and ready for me on the ride over."
"River," she weakly scolded.
His hand went to her knee, and he rubbed in slow circles. "I want you so fucking drenched that you drip down your leg. Then I can lap up your sweet honey, devour your cunt until you scream, and only then finally drive home between those pretty thighs."
He was holding back a fraction in his dirty talk, not wanting to scare Nora before they finally had sex.
But one day, he would say everything without a filter, and he had a feeling she'd fucking love it.
Nora traced his jaw, her light touch sending blood straight to his dick. "I still haven't tried doing the same for you—caressing your manhood with my mouth."
He snorted. "Please call it a dick, or cock, or something, baby. Manhood sounds…weird to someone from the future."
She blushed but didn't back down. "Cock then." She kissed him. "Although given the intensity of my blood lust before claiming you, I'm not sure we should try it tonight. Otherwise I might bite you there and we'd be done before we even start."
He stroked her cheeks. "Maybe a graze would be good, but I've heard fucking horror stories about vampires biting dicks. Let's not go there until I get my medical knowledge up to speed. That was most definitely not part of my training."
Before thoughts of his mentor could cause a dark cloud to fall over him, Nora kissed him. Slowly, with little nibbles, and licks, she finally pressed her tongue into his mouth and they both groaned.
He hauled her closer against him, tasting her, reveling in her scent, and loving her warmth in his lap.
His hand moved to her tit, and he lightly strummed her hard nipple. Nora moaned and broke the kiss. "Don't you dare pull down my bodice until after we're in our bedroom."
He gently pinched her tight bud, and she squirmed. "That's a pretty tall order, baby. I want to lick these tits, bite them, suck them, and leave little love bruises that will show in the morning, reminding you of who you married."
