Page 57 of Chase Me

Wedding?

Wedding night?

“What is that supposed to mean?” Ciara pulled out of Jakob’s arms and turned to look at him.

Cage took a step back. “You didn’t tell her?”

If someone didn’t explain to her exactly what was going on, she was going to call up one hell of a tempest and whip them all up into a tornado. “Tell me what? What’s going on?”

Ky tried to interject. “That ceremony?—”

Jakob lashed out and arm. “Shut. Up.”

Ky raised his hands, giving up.

Jakob took her hand in his and played with the ring on her finger. “The ritual is an important one to dragons. One that hasn’t been performed by anyone for a long time. It was, I guess is again, a part of the mating process for Wyverns.”

“And?” She was pretty damn sure she already knew wherethis was going. Just how long was it going to take Jakob to wind his way to the truth?

“When a Wyvern is mated, the other three Wyverns must acknowledge the mate.”

“You mean they have to approve of me.” She knew Match never would be happy about her being in Jakob’s life.

“No, they must recognize the union. A Wyvern may consult his mate on Wyr decisions. They need to understand we are a single unit. But you’re my mate no matter what.”

She could think of some whats that didn’t matter at the moment.

“They do that by standing up and witnessing that ritual.”

That and the words they’d said were the part that worried her the most. “What were the words you had me repeat. Theni man can annastuff?”

“Ni cad men anna ni gud.” He said the words again, slowly

“Yeah. That. What does that mean?”

“I bind myself to you, warrior.”

He’d said the same to her. Wedding vows.

Then he’d put a ring on her finger and kissed her.

They’d just been married. No planning, no getting to taste a thousand cakes, no inviting family and friends to witness the blessed occasion, and no fucking flowers.

She was going to kill him.

CAN’T DO IT

Jakob envisioned carrying Ciara up the stairs, curling their bodies together for hours, until the other Wyverns were ready to go on the hunt for the relic. He needed to take care of her.

That’s not what was currently happening.

His lady love had stormed out of the lair, and when he said stormed, he meant hundred mile an hour winds, thunder and lightning, and hail that fucking stung as it pelted him and the other Wyverns in the face.

Match was oddly sulking instead of blowing his top with his fiery temper. His flames could have dried them all in an instant, but Ky was the only one who was still dry since he’d been smart enough to command the water away from himself.

Cage plucked chunks of ice out of his hair. “Man, you should have told her what the ritual meant before we all got dressed up.”

“There wasn’t time.” He’d always choose making love to her over explaining out-of-date rituals that no one had usedin almost a century. Who fucking cared about the silly words and ceremony?

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