Page 90 of Sire
Lastly, and in the opposite of least, is my mother, pulling me into a hug. “Please, Sergei,” tears choke her voice, “no more sacrifices, my sweet son. You’re finally in love, and you deserve it.”
“Thanks, Mom.” I peck her cheek with love and guilt warring inside me.
Yes, I’ll give Wren all the love she deserves, but I’m not done sacrificing until I make everything right.
Lovingly, Mom grabs my chin. “Begentlewith her.”
“I’ll die before I hurt her.”
Her voice softens, worried, “Please use lube and go slow.”
I can’t believe my mom is giving me advice on how to take my wife’s virginity tonight.
Then again, I’m making it damn obvious I’m about to do it. Right here. In my church. The visions won’t stop until I do.
“Wren, dear.” Mom pulls her into a hug. “I owe you a big reception. You just say when.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Yes,Mom.” She gently corrects her, and Wren’s dark lashes flutter, blinking back tears.
“Yes,Mom. Thank you.”
Damn, I don’t think my heart can take much more.
I cried at the stunning sight of Wren in that dress and veil. I didn’t care if my brothers saw me do it; Wren is so goddamn beautiful and all mine.
Then, I choked back tears when she cried at my family, becoming hers. She’ll never be alone again.
I don’t know how I made it through our wedding when my soul ached to seize every moment with Wren, right then, all at once, and forever.
God, this is love.
And goddamn, I need her. “Everyone, leave.Now.”
Silently, I hold Wren’s hands at the altar until we’re alone.
Once the door slams behind Axel, she gazes up at me. “Are we really going to?—”
“Yes.” I cup her jaw. “I can’t stop the vision. I’ve had it since I met you. How I’m supposed to make you my wife right here.”
She glances at my pulpit, the altar, then the cross. “Isn’t it a sacrilege?”
“To consummate my marriage with my wife? To let God witness our union?”
She lowers her voice, grinning. “To fuck? In a church?”
I chuckle.May her mouth never find a filter.
“If we were standing outside, in God’s true church, and I laid you on the grass, right there after our wedding, and made you my wife, would it be sacrilegious?”
“No,” she sighs. “It would be beautiful.”
“Well, then.” I seek her lips. “I owe you fucking in a field of flowers, too.”
I’m doing this.I have to. When I get these visions, they don’t stop until I fulfill them.
Once again. Is it God or the Devil telling me to do this?
