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She's a vision in lavender, the fabric clinging to her curves and stretching across her thighs with every step she takes. It embraces her lush figure until, in a dramatic sweep, it falls to her toes. Her purple-streaked hair is loose and in long curls. It streams out over her shoulders. The blonde strands catch the candlelight and gleam like burnished gold with threads of copper shot through it. And her eyes—the blue is deeper, almost indigo, taking its cue from the color of her gown.
In one hand, she holds a bouquet of white and purple flowers. The other hand is curved into the crook of my grandfather’s arm. The old man took it upon himself to escort her down the aisle. He seems to be enamored with her, in their very first meeting. Enough to walk her to me himself. On the other hand, he’s probably making sure the two of us are hitched without anything coming in the way.
Arthur reaches me, then places her hand in mine. "You keep her happy, boy," he says in a stern voice, before stepping back.
I tilt my head, unable to take my gaze from her features. The perfect arc of her eyebrows, the curve of her eyelashes, the tiny nose, the rosebud lips, the flushed cheeks—she’s beautiful, ethereal. A goddess. And I’m a sinner. She’s pristine. I’m tainted. I’ll never be good enough for her. I release her hand, then turn toward the officiant. He begins the ceremony, and the words wash over me.
I must say the right things, for suddenly, he’s asking us to exchange rings.
I glance at Sinclair, who jerks his chin in the direction of the aisle. Good thing, I acquired the rings after I proposed the arrangement to her.
Sinclair insisted I hand the rings over to him so he could hand them over to me at the wedding. And he knew about the wedding being pushed up. Obviously, all my friends did; that's why they're all here. I make my displeasure known to him. He shrugs. Looks like Arthur got to him, too.
I turn to find Tiny walking toward us. He’s holding a cushion in his mouth, and it holds the two rings I chose. I assume he thought it fitting to have the Great Dane be the ring bearer. Which, judging by Belle’s joyful exclamation of, "Tiny," was the right thing to do.
She bends and scratches his ear. He makes that mewling noise at the back of his throat, and she giggles. The sound is so fresh and young and innocent, my heart stutters in my chest. She should always sound like this. Happy and carefree, not weighed down by the past, like I am.
Tiny looks up at me with reproach in his eyes. I scowl down at him, and he makes a growling sound. Nice, now a mutt is telling me off at my own wedding.
I take my ring, hand it over to Belle, then take her ring and straighten. I wait for her to hand her bouquet over to Gio who’s hovering nearby. When I hold out my hand, she places her palm in mine. I slide the ring onto her finger. It’s a platinum band studded with blue sapphires, the companion to her engagement ring. She slides a platinum band, devoid of any stones, onto my left ring finger. When she glances up at me, her eyes are wide, her color pale. The pulse at the hollow of her neck draws my attention to the creamy expanse of her neck.
I want to sink my teeth into the curve where her shoulder meets her throat and mark her. I want to throw her over my shoulder and march her out of here so no one else will dare take in her delicate beauty. I want to—break the vow I made to myself to never have feelings, to never get involved in a relationship again. My throat closes. My heart rate soars. And when, from a distance, I hear the officiant say I can kiss my bride, I don’t hesitate. I close the distance to her, wrap my fingers around the nape of her neck, and draw her up on her tiptoes. Her blue eyes dilate, her lips part—in surprise, I’m sure—but it gives me the perfect opportunity to close my mouth over hers.
23
Mira
I expect his kiss to be cold and biting and hard, and it’s all of that, and so much more. His hold on the nape of my neck. The assuredness in his grasp, the way he hauls me to him with complete confidence, how he slants his mouth across mine, thrusts his tongue inside my mouth to dance over mine, how he then…slows…slows… Like we have all the time in the world, like we’re not in front of our friends and his family, like he’s not my arranged husband, like I’m his real wife… Wife. I’mhiswife. A shudder runs down my spine. He must sense it, for his hold on the nape of my neck tightens. He runs his tongue across the seam of my lips, and my nipples tighten. My heart drops to the place between my legs. My core throbs. He softens the kiss even further, until his lips barely brush mine, until we’re sharing breath, and his gaze, which hasn't wavered from mine since he captured my mouth, intensifies. Sparks of gold and silver light up his eyes. It mirrors the million little sparks bursting under my skin. I’m burning up from the inside, melting into a puddle at his feet. My knees give out. I sway, and he wraps his other arm about my waist and pulls me into his chest. My arms are around him. He tucks my head under his chin. I close my eyes and draw in a breath of pure, unadulterated Edward. The tension in my muscles fades; the throbbing between my legs increases. The sound of our friends clapping reaches me. Oh god, I forgot where we were. I try to pull away, but he doesn’t let me. He holds me in place and rubs soothing circles over my back. A sigh of relief leaves my lips.
"Better?" he rumbles from somewhere over me. When I nod, he finally steps back, but continues to hold me about my waist.
Then he notches his knuckles under my chin, tips up my face, and surveys my features. Whatever he sees there must satisfy him, for he nods, then turns, guiding me to face the room and the group.
He leads me up the aisle, and our friends surround us.
Summer reaches me first. She clasps my shoulders and kisses me on both cheeks. "That was beautiful!" she sniffs.
Karma is next. Her swollen belly between us, she squeezes my shoulder, then leans in and whispers, "I hope both of you will be very happy."
Then it’s Penny, then Abby, and finally, Gio. She holds out the wedding bouquet, and I take it from her. "Since most of us here are married, you might want to hand this over to Rachel. She’s the only one not married."
I nod.
She leans in and kisses my cheek. "That was a very convincing kiss."
I feel myself blush, then nod.
"Is he taking you on a honeymoon?"
I blink, but before I can reply, there’s a woof. Then Tiny pushes his way between Gio and Rick, who’s congratulating Edward.
"Hey, baby, you played your role so well." I bend and rub him behind his ear. He woofs again and wags his tail with such force, he brushes against G-Pa who’s walked up to congratulate us.
Gio steps aside, and G-Pa takes my hands in his. "That was beautiful." He blinks the tears from his eyes. "Edward is very lucky to have you in his life."
"I’m lucky to have him in mine," I murmur.
My husband must hear my words, for his muscles stiffen. He continues to accept the felicitations from his friends. Then, it’s his half-brother Knox’s turn. He jerks his chin toward Edward. "Congratulations."
