Page 10 of Spider Demon's Kiss

When someone else entered the balcony, I had a pretty good guess about what was going on. I don’t know who it fuckin’ was, but that fucker was wearing a Japanese wedding dress. I recognized that shit. And they were carrying a bouquet.

“Oh, no. Sato, no.” I protested never taking my eyes off of my bride.

Sato grunted. It was loud. I think that fucker just chastised me in Japanese. Who the fuck did he think he was.

I was about to show him what I thought about this stunt by shoving my fist down his throat when my bride’s stomping shoes grabbed my attention. It was the sound of wood on wood.

Staring at my bride again, my wolf stirred. Who was this? You would think I could tell by looking at them. But the dress, or gown, or whatever it was practically took up half of the room. Added to that was that there wasn’t much of my bride showing. They didn’t wear a veil, but the funny looking hat they wore covered their hair, while their makeup painted their face white.

Was this Yuki? Had Sato come to his senses and given me my perfect bride?

As my bride slowly approached, I looked closer. I couldn’t be sure, but it did look like her. Goddamn were they beautiful, though. The robe they wore on top of their layered dress was embroidered with gold and blue images of ancient Japan. There were a lot of birds on it too. Or, maybe they were cranes?

Whatever they were, it was my bride’s eyes that really got me. They stared at me not backing down. They were fierce and wild and staring into them did something to me. They made my wolf want to tear this place apart. But not to get away from them. My wolf would destroy the world to make them his.

When my bride stood in front of me and the man, I finally realized who the man was. He wasn’t Sato’s interrupter. He was a priest.

This was it. There was never going to be a negotiation. Sato had gotten me here for the ceremony. And when the priest began speaking in Japanese, I realized that if I didn’t do something to stop this, in a minute, I was going to be married.

But to who? Yuki? It couldn’t be. Not with eyes like that. Oh my god, those fuckin’ eyes. I got hard just lookin’ at them. What the fuck was goin’ on?

With my bride’s eyes still intensely focused on me, they nodded. What was that? What had just happened?

“Hai,” my bride said.

Oh shit. Was that, I do?

The priest’s face tilted towards me. He was saying something and I didn’t know what the fuck it was. He could have been asking me for my left nut for all I knew. And when he stopped talking was when things got insane as fuck.

“I think you’re getting married, bro,” the brilliant Lorenzo informed me.

“No shit!” I said in a panic.

“What do you want to do?” he said his wolf perched ready to come out. “We could get the fuck out of here. Just say the word.”

“Just give me a second,” I said, my heart thumping.

I should get the fuck out of here, right? This was bullshit. I didn’t agree to this.

On the other hand, there were those fuckin’ eyes. They were doin’ something to me. My wolf wanted to rip the fuckin’ dress off her and tear her apart. But was it a her? Was it a him?

Kuroi was a him. I had seen him before. Brown skin. Delicate hands. And… oh shit, those fuckin’ eyes. I was staring into Kuroi’s eyes.

Before I knew it, I said it. I don’t even remember doing it. I just know I did.

Was it Hai or Hi? I may as well have said, I do.

Did I? I did. I just married Kuroi Sato, the fucking spider demon. What the fuck was I doing?

Before I could figure it out, Yuki entered. There was no confusing the two. With her head bowed, she shuffled in with a tray of shots. Two shots. It was a weird time for it. But after what I had just done, I would take anything with kick.

When Yuki approached, the priest gestured for me to take one. I did. So did the person standing in front of me. The priest gestured for me to drink. Kuroi stared me in the eyes waiting. Was this it? Was this the final, I do? If I didn’t do this, could I still walk away?

With the shot glass in my hand, I raised it. Looking into those mesmerizing eyes, I lifted the glass to my lips. In mirroring succession, Kuroi tilted his head back. The sweet alcohol slipped down my throat.

“Hai,” Sato said who having witnessed enough, turned to go.

That was it. I had done it. I was married. What had I done?

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