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Marybell
Three spans later, I kneel before a statue of the lycan goddess in the empty shrine of the Ott clan’s main settlement. I wear Gloriana’s wedding dress and feel like a princess. Seith stands behind me, securing a leather collar around my neck.
Smiling, I rise and touch the gift that says Seith and I are now married. Turning, I look up at his gray eyes that flash silver as he regards me with the collar on.
“You look beautiful, Marybell.”
“Thank you.” I blush, unsure why his words make me shy.
This dress looks as good on me as I hoped it would. The shoes too. Oh, they’re so comfortable and so pretty.
Seith tucks a claw under my chin and lifts it. “Awww, rosy cheeks now, when just this morning, you were swallowing my cum.”
I roll my eyes. “I married a jerk.”
Seith chuckles. “Say you love me too.”
“I love you, Seith.”
“Good, because I plan to drink meself silly tonight.”
“I do too.”
“After you play for me.”
I frown. “Play for you?”
“Your princess said you’re one of the finest Kilseleian musicians. You play anything you hear by ear. That’s a gift, Marybell, and before others hear it, I would like a private audience.”
“You would?”
He nods. “You played by the firepit at the house of the McMar omega when I first saw you. You seemed happy. I wanted to see that look on your face again, so that span when Dan and the others came after us, I retrieved your instrument.”
“Where is it?” I interrupt because I might cry with how happy he makes me, and I don’t want to cry because it’ll ruin my makeup.
“Over here.” Seith goes to the far corner of the room and uncovers thearpe.He grabs a single chair and flips it around, then sits before the instrument. Gesturing with his hand, he says, “Play for me.”
Made of elven oak, thearpeis a large instrument carved in a half-circular shape like the crescent moon. Gold-plated strings stretch from top to bottom. At the top, it shows signs of chipping. I run a finger over a piece that’s been glued back on.
“I didn’t have time to paint over it,” Seith says.
“I like it this way. Rough at the top and all.” I lift my wedding dress and sit down, legs spread, thearpesecured between my inner thighs.
Seith’s gaze falls between my legs, and his eyes flash with magic.
Softly, I touch the strings, testing, listening, adjusting, before I begin to play for Seith, whose eyelids hood as he watches me. At the back of my neck, the marking starts to tingle as if telling me Seith’s aroused, and I’m encouraged to play more because he loves it.
The shrine entrance opens quietly, and Gloriana pokes her head inside, lips parted, probably ready to call for me. She remains still when she sees us.
I expect her to leave, but she walks inside, holding the hand of one of Philippa’s little girls. They are followed by Lenox, Seith’s brothers, Philippa, who is now my sister-in-law, her other little girl, and then one by one, clan mates start trickling in, filling the shrine, my music drawing them. But I’m still playing for my one person who fought bravely for me and all this: the unity of the lycan peoples.
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