Page 182 of Property of Necro
Incandescently happy.
An emotional breath wooshes past my lips as I carefully remove the necklace from around Elvis’s neck and drop the ring into Necro’s open palm.
Squinting up at me from the ground, he slips the ruby onmy finger.
“Why a ruby?” I ask, admiring the coffin-cut stone as it glitters in the sun.
Pushing off his knee to stand, Necro dusts off his jeans.It’s my favorite color, he signs.Like your hair and the color of blood.
“Romantic,” I tease, grinning at him.
Necro blushes and looks away as if he doesn’t want me to see.
The brothers disappear back into the woods from whence they came, and I return our chicken to the coop to be with her friends.
“Does everyone know what to do?” Rot asks his brothers as he hands Ted’s severed appendage to Coffin, who tucks the jar under his arm.
They nod, and Rot turns to me. Bowing like a duke, he offers me his upturned hand. “Come, my bride.”
Sliding my palm into his much bigger, warmer one, I giggle awkwardly at this entire ordeal as Rot escorts me to his room, where three distinctly different wedding dresses are draped over the edge of the bed.
“Pick.” He sweeps his hand toward the options, and I freeze, my stomach tying itself in knots.
This is happening.
It’s really, truly, happening.
When he notices me hesitate, Rot wraps an arm around my shoulder and urges me forward. “Pick.”
“Why are there three?”
“Each of us chose a dress we wanted you to wear and agreed to let you decide which you liked the most.”
Oh.
That’s nice.
I glide a finger over the first. The fabric is soft and luxurious. It reminds me of Necro’s shirts. Rot plucks it off the bed and holds it out for me.
It’s a rich purple floor-length with a heart neckline and a sexy mid-thigh slit.
To decide which one looks best, I need to try them on, so I undress, and Rot helps me step into the gown and zip me up.
It sweeps across the floor as I twirl, and he snaps a dozen pictures, catcalling. “So sexy. So fuckin’ sexy.” He adjusts himself as I smooth down the bodice to the flare at my hips.
I feel beautiful…Like a badass princess.
On to the next, Rot continues to help, stealing kisses and little flirty pinches along the way. We laugh and smile, and I’ve never felt more alive yet flustered as the white lace of the second dress hugs my body like a second skin. It’s see-through except in the places that count—my nipples and downstairs.
Rot licks his lips, walking around me, snapping photos like a high-end photographer. “Holy fuck, that’s sinful.”
He’s right.
It’s downright pornographic.
Sexy and made more for the bedroom or the wedding night than a walk down the aisle. Then again, nothing about our marriage is traditional.
“Who picked what?” I ask.
