Page 88 of Sire
Finally, I belong.
More tears spill down my cheeks, and Sire reaches for me, but Loch rushes over, offering me his handkerchief.
“Thank you,” I stammer, dabbing my eyes.
“Show off,” Grant whispers, making us laugh.
I pass my bouquet to Nadine to hold before she joins my line, and the rest is a blur. All I do is hold Sire’s hands so tight while mine shake. I stare into his indigo eyes. I vow to share my life with him before he promises me his soul.
Tears meander down my smiling cheeks, knowing our love is forever. But someone tellmysoul.
Why do I have a deep fear I’ll lose him?
Gently, he brushes my tears away. In my haze, I realize it’s time for the ring exchange.
I panic. I’ve had no money, no time. I pat my dress like it has pockets and…
“Ahem.” Nash clears his throat, gently touching my arm with his whisper, “He made this out of paperclips for you.”
Paperclips? No, it’s a man’s platinum wedding ring.
“Read the inscription,” Sire softly orders.
I guess he planned this, too? Glancing down, I’m barely able to focus through tears.
WREN CHAPEL
My name will be inside Sire’s wedding band forever.
Sweetly, he smirks. “As my wife, you get two of my fingers.”
Smiling, I gaze down, sliding the band over his wedding finger, my tears falling over the finger he sacrificed for me, too.
I don’t know how I’m able to echo the minister’s vows, but I do. “With this ring, I join my life with yours. I am yours, body, heart, and soul, from this moment forward.”
I blink, staring up at him. This feels like a dream.
But it’s not enough.
He’s my best friend, too.
So, I blurt, “And I vow to sing all the lyrics to your favorite songs because it makes you happy, andI love you.”
“With the way you sing, little one?” Jace mutters. “He’s madly in love with you, too.”
“He’s right. Iammadly in love with you, Wren Chapel.” Sire gazes down at me, our ringed hands clasped. Love and warmth fill his eyes. Something heated stirs in them, too.
“Can I kiss her yet?”
He rushes the minister. With her final words, blessing us as husband and wife, I’m surrounded by applause and Sire’s big hands, clasping my face.
This is a dream come true.
His kiss starts tender, like he’s worshipping at my feet, reverent and restrained for the ceremony. Then it climbs, hotter, harder, and hungrier.
His lips. His tongue. His heat. I’m throbbing between my thighs. I shouldn’t be this aroused in my wedding dress.
He grabs a breath. “I love you, Wren, my wife.” He nips my bottom lip before passion seals his to mine again, his next kiss flipping my world.
