Page 151 of Wedlock
“That should give the old monster something to worry about for a while,” I snort. “And speaking of old monsters…”
“Yes,” Wolf chuckles, “your mother arrived safely and is confined as you requested.”
“Good. Have you heard from Jag?”
“No, and I don’t expect to. Look, I can’t talk for long. I wanted to let you know I’m going to marry Revna.”
“What? Wolf, man, you can’t be serious.”
His laughter booms down the line.
“Christ, you nearly gave me a fucking heart attack,” I shake my head, joining in his laughter.
“Good,” he chuckles, “because I am serious. Do I have your blessing?”
“My blessing? Wolf, please, tell me this is one of your sick little jokes.”
“It’s no joke that I’m going to find my sister,” he says quietly, his voice taking on a deadly tone, “and I’m going to do everything I need to do to that end.”
I shake my head incredulously.
“And you think Revna will help you?”
“I think that desperate, heartbroken princess is going to be wooed so thoroughly, screwed so hard, and fall so much in love with me that she’ll tell me anything and everything I want to know,” he says quietly.
“And then? I hope you have a fucking plan to save your own neck before the wedding day.”
“And then I’ll kill the Viking monster.”
“Good luck, friend,” I sigh as I hang up, pausing in the doorway to admire my wife’s delectable, round ass as she stands barefoot, staring at my bed.
I set aside Wolf’s strange plan and focus on the woman before me.
Last night, after our return from the palace, she’d stayed the rest of the night with Talon, soothing him and Tiger after the debacle they’d witnessed.
Tonight, she’s mine.
Turning, she smiles at me.
“Are you checking me out, Lord Dragonspur?”
“Definitely,” I growl, “I’m wondering if you’re still determined to keep spanking off the table.”
“I am,” she wags her finger at me.
I watch as her smile dies and she shakes her head.
“Angie? I was joking…”
“It’s not that. It’s just that I’ve never been in your bedroom…”
“And you fear that?” I step quickly to her and take her into my arms.
“No. I don’t fearthat,” she blushes.
“Well, that is vaguely disappointing,” I smirk, feeling a stirring in my cock at the sight of the blood rushing into her cheeks and the remembrance of nights past.
“I guess this is the first night of the rest of our lives, and yet, I can’t shake the feeling that something’s going to go wrong and ruin it,” she sighs. “Even though you tricked the Queen into essentially giving us free will, I just know how mad it made her. She’s bound to figure out a way around that vow. I feel like there’s still the sword of Damocles hanging over us.”
