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Phemes is going to keep Traisus for a few days for us so I take Kyra’s hand in mine and we make our way down the temple steps. The next part is the unwrapping of the veils in private, which will finish out the ceremony.
I lick my lips, almost unable to wait for what comes next.
29
KYRA
The ceremony is small and simple, but joyful nonetheless. Any anxiety I might have felt, dissipated the moment I locked eyes with Zykhus. Everything that came before, all of our struggles and tribulations- all that fell away at the prospect of our future together.
We really have a future together. Excitement thrums through me as we say our goodbyes to the small party that came to see us wed. Zy keeps my hand in his the entire time, as we spend the day celebrating with our few friends. Then we pass Traisus off to Phemes for the night, in order to celebrate our mating properly.
Since the incident at the tavern, I’ve been loathed to part with our son, who grows more with each passing day. He looks more and more like his father as well, although Zy insists he looks like me – and is more handsome for it. Since the scare with Mosar, Zy has been more involved than ever, and he was more excited than I was at the early appearance of baby horns protruding from our son’s forehead.
However tonight we are taking a night off from being parents, and a return to being lovers. Not that we’ve really given up being lovers, but parental responsibilities take up most of our time and priorities. Not tonight though- tonight is all about us, and I can hardly wait.
Zy seems to feel the same way. For as wonderful as the celebrations are, it seems in no time he is handing Traisus over to Phemes, and whisking me off. We don’t go very far of course, and instead take a familiar path. We have already decided to spend our official wedding night within the confines of our own bedroom, belonging to ourselves, and no one else.
Walking back home from the tavern reminds me of the first night we took this path together, and how Zy kept me occupied with food and conversation. Now our arms are laden with presents, tokens and well wishes from the people who have come to truly care about us. Yet somehow he still manages to clasp my hand as we meander- and I realize with a start of joy,that this is likely how it will be for the rest of our lives.
This is what freedom actually is, I realize in an epiphany. It’s the ability to create your own happiness, regardless of circumstance.
We may have had an unconventional start, nonetheless we’ve created a real family. With the help of our friends and neighbors, and finally, the connection with our son- we have been able to create a family that is open, honest, and loyal.
Stepping off the cobbled stones, Zy only extricates his hand from mine to push open the door and usher me inside, presents and all. He gracelessly dumps all the gifts onto the table – including the ones I’m holding – and then he is sweeping me into his arms, stealing a kiss.
There hasn’t been a single kiss since our mutual confession that hasn’t been filled with passion, and this one is no different. I sigh happily into his mouth as our tongues dance together, and Zy only pulls back to leave more lingering kisses along my jaw.
“Have I told you how magnificent you are?” He mutters into my throat. His hands aren’t idle either, managing to hold me and stroke along my back at the same time.
“I could always use a thorough reminder,” I sass back, voice and eyes sparkling with laughter.
“You. Are. Incredible.” He punctuates each word with another kiss.
“Glorious. Delicious.” His hands halt their playful tease, and reach up to squeeze my breasts through my dress. My nipples pebble stiffly beneath the material, and I swallow hungrily as heat lances through my core.
Tonight I will prove once and for all that I am a worthy mate to this brave Minotaur. With that in mind, I manage to step back, after a few more distracting kisses. I am sure that all my skin is burning pink, and arousal thrums through me impatiently, but there is still a goal I have in mind.
“I want to freshen up from the day, and look pretty for you,” I explain in breathy pants.
“You’re already beautiful,” he offers, moving toward me again. I’m ready this time though, and I raise a hand to stop him. He blinks at me in confusion, but I merely shake my head with a smile.
“Let me do this, please Mate. Call it a wife’s prerogative,” I reiterate with a simple plea. I watch his eyes dilate in desire, and he growls in that lustful way I’ve come to love.
“Okay, but only because you asked so nicely.” There is an unspoken promise in his words that has me shivering in delight. “But, what do you want me to do in the meantime?”
Answering, I reach up and deliver a quick kiss to his cheek. “Grab a snack,” I reply, with a playful smile. “You’ll need your strength.”
Once I am privately tucked away in our bedroom, I pull out the small gift box I managed to rescue from the pile. Nova and a few of the other girls from the bar had all chipped in and gotten me a special gift- to be part of my wedding trousseau, Nova had explained.
I still don’t know exactly what a wedding trousseau is, but since it sounded fancy and important, I rip open the lid and gasp at what is revealed within. A stunning set of jeweled combs has been gifted to me, inlaid with bone and tooled with designs to mimic horns.
It is the perfect gift for what I have in mind, and I quickly style the combs into my pale hair. Then I shrug off my dress and other ornaments until I am completely naked, save for the combs- before calling out to my husband.
Heavy footfalls more reminiscent of thundering hooves come barreling down the short hallway, before Zykhus is flinging open the door to stand before me, in all of my exposed glory. Totally bare, with nothing but the jewels in my hair to adorn me, I offer up my body, heart and soul to the man I’ve come to love.
He doesn’t disappoint. Rushing forward he pulls me into his arms- movements torn between touching me and removing his clothes. His actions are awkward and messy, yet they are efficient, and his shirt is removed within seconds, as he grabs at me fiercely. His hands may leave bruises later, but I’ve come to crave his strength like an addiction.
All I want is our bodies to be joined, and I’m already wet thinking about it. Clumsily, we make our way to the bed and collapse on top of it, our mouths fuse greedily. There is something about this being the pinnacle of our day- a day spent celebrating our love, that turns me on wildly.
