Page 12 of His Bound Bedmate

No, our promises were about trust and control and pleasure.

And when it came time to exchange rings, Wulf handed me the jewelry case. I removed the “rings” I’d commissioned that week, and I loved the way her eyes lit up with joy when she saw them. It was a good thing I hadn’t let my mother know.

Instead of her finger, I slipped the gold-and-diamond cuff around her wrist, and said, “With this ring, Millicent, I pledge my love, my life, and my body.”

She took the black leather cuff from Wulf—thin and understated, but perfect—and snapped it around my wrist. “With this ring, Findlay, I pledge my love, my life, and my body.”

When I kissed her she pressed her hips against mine, and moaned against my lips when she felt my cockstand straining for her.

We didn’t make it to the reception. That was one lesson I had learned from my older brother. As we left the rear of the chapel, I didn’t stop to greet any guests. Leave that to my family. Instead, I locked her arm through mine, and walked—not exactly sedately—to our rooms. Over the last two days, her things had been moved in, but no one had touched my—our—private chamber.

“Findlay?” Millicent was breathing a little heavily, but I wasn’t sure if that’s because she was nervous or tired. Or something else completely. I told myself I’d ask just as soon as we got to the rooms. “You seem in a hurry.”

“I am.” I didn’t look at her as we walked, afraid I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off her if I did. “I have been waiting far too long to bury my cock in that tight, wet cunny of yours.”

“Oh,” she breathed. Then she placed her other hand on top of mine. “Seven days doesn’t seem like that long.”

“Nineteen months, sixteen days, and four hours.”

“Nineteen—what? Is that how long it’s been since I joined the castle’s staff?”

I pulled to a stop and swung her around to face me. “Nay, Millicent. That’s how long it’s been since I first laid eyes on ye. How long I’ve been wanting to fook you.”

That stunning blush climbed up her neck from under the purple silk, and I almost groaned in pleasure to see it. Holy shite, she was gorgeous.

“Well, then.” She smiled shyly. “Why don’t we get started on our wedding night, husband?”

I scooped her up in my arms, determined to follow the old tradition of carrying the bride over the threshold, even if it was just the threshold to our bedroom. Our bedroom where we were going to finally become one.

Hell. Yes.

Chapter 7

Millicent

Forget princess; Findlay made me feel like a queen.

I loved the way he wasn’t over the top and demonstrative, because that meant when he did something as incredibly sweet as sweeping me off my feet to carry me into his—our—rooms, it was so much more special.

And when he kissed me, I knew he really meant it.

He kicked the door closed and put me down in the center of the room. “Well, wife?” He stared at me with serious eyes. “Which room?”

I knew what he was asking. Should we go to our bedroom, with its beauty and comfort, or should we go to the…secret room? The one with the leather and wood and excitement?

I knew which one I wanted, but first… “I know you are rather desperate, my prince, and please believe that I am as well.”

I watched his blue eyes narrow in concern. He thought I was hesitating? I took his hand in mine and tugged him toward one of the bookshelves, where I’d had a chambermaid leave my present to Findlay.

It was wrapped simply, and I found myself blushing as I turned back to him, holding it. His eyes had widened again and I saw one corner of his lip twitch wryly.

“Ye got me a wedding present.”

It wasn’t a question, but I nodded anyhow. “You’ve given me so much, and I know you didn’t expect anything, but it’s not really that big, and honestly, it’s entirely possible you already have a copy of it, but it means so much to me, and it helped me open my eyes to be ready for you, so I thought…”

I pressed my lips together, aware I was rambling.

There, between the stacks of books in his—our—room, Findlay ripped open the paper around my gift to him.

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