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“Thank you,” she whispered. At least the rain had stopped.
“It is as hot as donkey balls, thanks to the humidity,” Sarah said.
“I shouldn’t be nervous. I’ve been married before.” No matter how many times Lenore repeated it, it would never be true. Her courthouse ceremony simply did not compare to a lavish spectacle.
An attendant announced that it was time.
BARIS
Baris met his queen under an archway covered in fragrant blossoms.
The rest of the galaxy fell away. His queen was stunning. She was always stunning, but especially today. Her eyes shined, fine and luminous. Her complexion was a soft peach, perhaps a bit pinker due to the heat, but marvelous, nonetheless. She wore a feather mantle, kept short and thin for the summer, black feathers covering her neck and shoulders. Her gown was a pale cream that faded into pale pinks at the hem. When she moved, it was like watching the blossoms dance in a summer breeze.
Little Miss felt the same, proud and happy. Excited. There was something else. He couldn’t tell through the bond; it was murky, as if she deliberately kept that bit of information hidden. His previous karu had been open, a constant flood of emotion and impression. No secret could survive that onslaught. Little Miss was perceptive and shrewd. Age and experience made her an interesting companion but not forthright.
A mystery for another time. He had more pleasant matters.
Music played. The crowd held its breath as they approached the officiant at the far end of the aisle, arm in arm. His wings were out, as were Lenore’s. Hers were softer, more delicate than his, but twice as lovely. A thick layer of flower petals created a fragrant carpet. Each step stirred up the sweet scent of fresh blossoms.
The officiant tied a black ribbon around their joined hands. There were pledges of devotion and fidelity. He meant every word.
Lenore repeated the pledge. His queen. His friend.
The ceremony neared the end. Lenore insisted on adding a piece from the human custom.
“My treasure,” he whispered, claiming her lips with his own. She melted into him. When they parted, he pressed his forehead to hers. They held the embrace, tied together by ribbon and by devotion. He was a fortunate male.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
LENORE
The reception was still going strong when Lenore and Baris made their escape. The evening had been chaotic and joyous, filled with laughter, music, and dancing.
Finally alone in their suite, Baris pulled Lenore to him. The black ribbon still tied their hands together. Tradition dictated that it remain until they completed the mating.
They undressed each other. This was familiar, but the ribbon made it a challenge. Lenore wore a strapless dress specifically for that reason. Baris removed each item with wonder, kissing and licking the newly exposed flesh until fabric pooled around her ankles. When only her panties remained, he kneeled before sliding them down.
With a groan, Baris parted her curls with his free hand and pressed his mouth to her. His tongue did things. Fantastic things. Things that made her legs wobble and brought her climax far too quickly.
“Show me again,” he said, rising to his feet.
Lenore closed her eyes and rolled her shoulders. Wings sprouted from her shoulder blades. They were wispy and insubstantial, little more than smoke. She felt more exposed with her mediocre wings on display than being completely nude.
“They’re not that impressive, not like yours,” she said.
“They’re lovely.” Baris ran a hand over the wings. The feathers dispersed, briefly losing their shape before reforming. “Having a defined shape in the first year is an impressive achievement.”
She made a murmuring noise, reaching for him. She wrapped her bound hand around both his cocks. Even with the ridges locking them together, he was massive. His hand covered hers, guiding her.
Her concentration slipped and her wings dissolved. “Sorry. I can’t maintain them for long.”
“Do not stress yourself.”
“I want to see your wings,” she said, stroking him.
They unfurled behind him with a snap and swept forward, surrounding them in a feathery embrace. She moved her free arm behind his neck, digging her fingers into the base of the wings. She loved the feel of them, silky soft and firm at the same time. She particularly loved the fact that he was so sensitive at the wings’ joints.
Baris moaned, leaning into her as she rubbed and scratched. Encouraged, she dug as hard as she could with her fingernails.
