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Jake glances down at my hand with a weird look on his face and just grunts and nods. Taking my hand back and trying not to feel embarrassed, I think to myself, I can see why Jake and Zeev are friends. They communicate the same.

Trying not to laugh at my ridiculous thoughts about these two men, I wipe the smirk off my face. Then Zeev breaks the tension by stating the obvious.

“Let’s get this done, man. We’re ready.”

Jake starts the ceremony by having us sign the wedding license on the table and then gets to the vows. “Zeev, you’re first. Do you take Blanche to be your lawfully wedded wife until death do you part?”

Zeev looks at me, peering into my eyes like he could see my soul and wants to write his name on it. His lips move and I hear, “I do.”

Then he places a ring on my finger. This must’ve been where he went this morning. I look down at the ring and it's a generous solitaire diamond. It’s gorgeous. Feeling proud to wear it, my thoughts are disrupted by Jake.

“Blanche, it’s now your turn. Do you take Zeev to be your lawfully wedded husband until death do you part?”

Not taking my eyes off Zeev, letting them say all the things that I can’t. I simply say, “I do.”

I push the ring that Jake handed me onto Zeev's finger.

“Zeev, man, you can kiss your bride now if you want.”

Zeev grabs me and dips me down bridal style and gives me a kiss that is so deep that it’s starting to write its recipe on my soul and body. I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to forget this recipe. My body instantly reacts to him like it’s known him all of my life even though it’s only been a short little while since we’ve known each other.

I wrap my arms around his neck and giggle into his mouth. When he slips his tongue into my mouth, my whole body starts to heat up from my toes up to my face. I can feel the blush start taking over my body. I probably look like a tomato right now. Finally, he releases me from his hold, and I look at him, not being able to decipher the look he’s giving me.

We separate and Zeev turns to talk to Jake. Feeling the need to escape and cool down, I head for some space in the bathroom. Splashing some water on my face, I start to go over the events of the wedding. Looking down at the ring that Zeev gave me, I’m shocked. I can't believe that we’re married.

Moving to the kiss…fuck, it was the hottest kiss anyone has ever given me. Feeling like I'm a little bit calmed down and not so red, I walk back out to the living room. Looking around I see that Jake isn’t around anymore and Zeev is sitting on the couch with a tumbler of whiskey. Zeev looks so peaceful, but I have this sense that I need to be near him.

Following this need, I take a few steps towards him. Hearing me his head snaps up and a small smirk takes over his face. For the first time since I’ve met Zeev, I feel like he’s a wolf and I’m just his prey. We stare at each other, neither of us wanting to break this spell that we’ve seemed to put on each other. Zeev finally breaks and sets his glass down on the coffee table, then gives his orders, “Come here, Red, my wife.”

God, I love that he called me his wife. My body obeys this command, moving towards him. He opens his arms and taps his lap. Sitting down on his lap, my anxiety starts to rise. Needing something to help break up how I’m feeling, I decide to be daring. I pick up his glass and take a giant swig of his whiskey. Admittingly, it was too big of a swing of whiskey, causing me to start coughing. My face starts to heat up, and I confess, “I didn’t expect the burn that I felt when drinking the whiskey.”

He laughs, a deep rumble coming from his chest. I’ve decided his laugh is the sexiest sound ever and slowly becoming one of my favorites. The hand on my thigh that is holding me down starts to draw slow soft circles causing my core to clench. Zeev seems to know exactly how to play my body. As he softly touches my body, I hear him say, “Blanche, we should talk about what we need to do next in the plan. I’m taking my wife to bed. I need you and everyone else to know that you are mine.”

His statement does something to my body. Shit, my thighs start to rub together with just that thought of going to bed with him. Agreeing with him, I respond, “I can call my grandmother tomorrow, requesting that we come to dinner at the mansion where we can inform her of our marriage.”

Zeev shifts on the couch contemplating my statement, responding with, “I think we inform her of the marriage and your intention of taking over The Wolves. I’ll make sure we have reinforcements before we head to the mansion. Just in case she and Nicholas try something.”

Starting to feel apprehensive about the plan, I whisper, “Do you think the members of Le Milieu will follow me?”

Kissing my nose, he replies, “Yes, my Red, you are the heir of the Marelle family. Your strong, kind heart will capture theirs, and they’ll return it with their loyalty.”

Feeling tears starting to well in the corner of my eyes, I snuggle into his neck. Breathing in his scent a mixture of citrus and pine, for some reason always seems to calm me down. When I sit back up and look at him, I can see so many emotions in his eyes. I can tell he wants to say something to me, but I’m not ready to hear whatever it is. Not wanting to dwell on it and wanting to forget all of this crazy messed up shit that my family is involved with, I just want to concentrate on him and how he makes me feel.

Chapter 16

Zeev

Looking into her glassy eyes and seeing how she’s trying so hard to not cry, she has never looked so beautiful. Leaning down, I place a small soft kiss on her nose and whisper, “You know what she’s done is not your fault.”

She doesn’t respond to my statement, but I will make sure that I tell her every time she needs it. Blanche shouldn’t allow the faults of her family to weigh her down. There’s only one person that deserves the blame, and her name is Old Lady Marelle. Not being able to tear my eyes away, I still can’t believe how lucky I am that she’s all mine. She keeps talking about possibly getting a divorce in the future, but that won’t be happening.

Rubbing my hands up and down her thighs, we just sit there breathing each other in. I still can’t believe I was able to convince her to marry me. Now that I have her, I will never let her go. The next thing I will be doing to keep her tied to me is knocking her up with my child. I can’t wait to raise a family with her.

Needing to feel her, I kiss down her throat to her collarbone while simultaneously moving my hands toward her ass. I grab underneath her and spin her to where her legs are straddling my body. Wanting her closer to me, I pull her and it hits me how perfect she is and that she was designed just for me. I take my hands up her spine and tangle my hands in her hair, then pull her down to where her round soft lips meet mine. She fits me like the piece of my puzzle that has always been missing.

I lick her lips to have her open up for me. Her lips part and I slip my tongue into her mouth. Our tongues start tangling with each other. I’ve never liked kissing before. I always saw sex as a means of just getting what I need. Kissing is too intimate. Now all I want to do is kiss Blanche all over.

Letting go of her hair as we continue to kiss, I grab her again and start moving her up and down over my rock-hard cock. I need to get inside her soon or I’m gonna cum in my pants. She makes me feel like a teenager and not like I’m in my thirties.

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