by Gina Whitney
We spent the afternoon shaking hands and thanking people for their gifts. Dinner was buffet style, which was set up along the edge of the property. Michael outdid himself with the spread he made. I was so hungry I wanted to eat everything, but being the bride—and new wife of a rock god—made that a little impossible. I nibbled on things here and there while the guests continued to approach me, giving me compliments and taking pictures with and of us.
I finally had to excuse myself to the bathroom, not because I needed to go, but because I wanted a moment to breathe. Everything was perfect, and I felt as though I had been swept up in a windstorm. I wanted to take a minute and absorb some of it, to lock it away in my memory bank to have something to tell Bella on her wedding day.
Cindy followed me in, jumping with excitement. “Hands down, the best wedding ever! You’re the most beautiful bride to ever walk down an aisle, Abel is the broodiest groom to ever say ‘I do,’ and I must say, I’m the most fabulous matron of honor to ever grace the presence of any wedding,” she said with a teasing laugh.
I couldn’t help but let my own laughter out.
“And check out these pictures Chance took. He sent them to all of us, but I they’re so good I want you to see them now.” She swiped the screen on her phone and turned the screen so that I could see.
There were only a few, most of them were of me walking down the aisle, capturing my expression as Abel sung to me. The smile on my face was genuine, no nerves present. I flipped through them all, and then flipped through once more. For some reason, in all of the pictures of me walking down the aisle, there was a flash next to me.
“What’s this light in all of these?” I asked Cindy, pointing out the blue orb that hovered to my right in all of the pictures. “It’s there until I’m standing next to Abel.”
“I don’t know. I noticed it, too, but figured it was a reflection from something in the background. Maybe light dancing off one of the decorations or something,” she said nonchalantly.
I took a closer look, noticing how no matter where I stood in the pictures, it never left my side. Warm chills graced my flesh as tears flooded my eyes. My emotions hit me hard. The bluish hue. My mind raced through the few memories I had of those nightmares that haunted me for the first few weeks after Bella was home. It was the same blue light. The same comforting feeling running through my body.
My father.
He had been there to protect me in my dreams…and he was there to walk me down the aisle. I may not have known him much, or had him in my life for long, but it was clear he had never left my side. A feeling of incredible fortune blanketed me as I realized I had two men protecting me, one on each side of life.
I ran out of the bathroom, Cindy trailing behind me, as I searched for my husband. I wanted to tell him about the pictures, but one look in his eyes told me he already knew. He may not have known exactly what I wanted to tell him, but he knew the look of complete content that I wore like second skin. His eyes met mine and his lips curled up into a smile that took my breath away. And my thoughts.
Before I could make my way to him, we were called for our first dance. Abel took me in his arms and led me to the dance floor, no words were needed.
Jake, Ender, and Woody took the stage for this one song. Jake sang lead vocals to Theory Of a Deadman’s, “Angel.” Ender was beside him on guitar with Woody in the back behind his drum set. Abel put my hand over his heart and held me tightly as he sang the words into my ear. The guests slowly joined us and the celebration continued.
Chance tapped my shoulder and whispered in my ear. It was time for the cake. I handed Bella to my mother-in-law and grabbed Abel, making a bee-line for the cake. We posed for a few quick pictures and then Michael handed me the knife. We glanced at one another and smiled. Do I or don’t I, I pondered. The cake was beautifully draped in white fondant with yellow Gerber daises on every other tier. His hand folded over mine and we easily sliced through the bottom tier, removing a single slice. It was red velvet with cream cheese. I pushed the fondant aside and gathered a small piece on my fork.
“Let him have it,” Woody shouted through the crowd and I smirked.
His eyes watched me carefully. “If you choose to be reckless, I cannot be held accountable. That’s a promise.” His voice was raspy and thick with warning. Or was that need?
I chuckled nervously as I held the fork to his mouth. His eyebrow raised as if to taunt me—dare me. I took the dare. With my free hand, I grabbed the rest of the cake from the plate and smeared it across his nose and mouth. The image of cake falling from his face was something I’d never forget. However, the look in his eyes made me almost combust on the spot, my heart pounding wildly. I backed up, almost regretting it. Almost.
Chance threw him a napkin before mumbling something about poking the alpha in public.
He wiped off the icing in one pass, throwing the napkin to the floor. With the table behind, me he inched forward, caging me. His eyes darkened, lips thinned, but his eyes held something. Dare I say, amusement?
“Kidding,” I lamely said with a shrug. He dauntingly hovered over my body, causing a sheen of sweat to coat my forehead. I looked up at him, almost pleading with my eyes. What was he going to do? The crowd hushed beside a few laughs. His father stood still on the sidelines, arms folded, looking amused.
He bent down and picked me up to throw me over his shoulder, giving me a hard swat on my ass. “Say goodnight, Beauty,” he said with a hearty growl. That was all he said before we left our own reception. Was I surprised? Yes and no…it wasn’t odd that he threw me over his shoulder. However, I thought at the very least we’d enjoy our reception until it ended. Maybe smear some cake on me. Wasn’t that fair? Although, I had to remind myself that when it came to each other, we never played fair.
It was always balls to the wall and for keeps…
My cock throbbed from the first moment I saw her round the corner at the ceremony. And it all went downhill after that. It was warm enough to take my jacket off, but my raging hard-on prevented that. Her last stunt completely capsized the boat, and now she and I were in troubled waters. I thought to go easy on her. After all, it would be our first time since Bella’s birth.
I strode through the bustling kitchen, the guest-filled house, and finally made my way up the stairs without even looking back. The more she struggled, wiggling her pelvis along my shoulder, the more I groaned, needing to be deep in that sweet cunt. She shifted again, trying to get loose, but my hand came down swiftly across her ass until I heard the breath leave her lungs, my mind already producing erotic images of me ravaging every hole.
“I don’t want one word out of your mouth.” My sanity and control was a hairsbreadth from snapping and taking her against the wall. “Why do you feel the need to test my limits?” I paused just outside our bedroom door. I had the inside decorated with hundreds of tiny white candles. I wanted to set a serene mood for a night of lovemaking. However, that wasn’t what she would be getting. My saneness stretched impossibly thin.
She whimpered. Good.
I released her just inside the door and slammed it behind me. “You want to play right, my love?” I stalked toward her as she took tiny steps back, further into the room. “I plan to destroy every hole in your glorious body,” I said, skimming her neckline with the tip of my finger. I could feel the liquid bead along the tip of my cock, and it wasn’t even out yet. She was being hunted by me and my cock. I unzipped my trousers, leaving the top buttoned and pulled out my cock.
Her eyes seemed engrossed by the thick blue veins I knew she loved. She wet her lips with her tongue, causing my cock to jump with anticipation. “Have you ever painted by number as a kid? See all these vibrant colors across my dick… I want you to use your tongue as a brush.”
She looked lost for a moment and then her face flushed. It wasn’t flush because she was shy. Make no mistake. She didn’t have a shy bone in her body. She was pissed, she got caught out there. A one-winged bird. Now, she’d have to pa
y for her actions.
“Please turn, so I can remove your dress.”
She did, and I began working on the thousands of fucking buttons before I obliterated the last hundred. Her body remained still as I unzipped her dress, letting it pool at her feet. My fuck. She was wearing a white strapless bra, thigh-highs with a tiny satin bow, a blue garter, and scrap of material I supposed were panties.
The panties came off with a flick of my wrist. I brought them just under my nose, uttering to myself…paradise—heaven. My lips sought her body, placing wet kisses along the back of her neck. I spun her around, catching her by surprise. The heft of my cock fell forward and rested against her thigh, causing her breath to catch. My hands worked the back of her neck as I kissed her senselessly, the other gliding along her bare pussy. Every time she leaned in for more, I removed my hand, leaving her bereft and frustrated. My cock was right there, hovering over her pussy. All it would take was me hooking her thigh over my leg and giving a sweet push in. But today wasn’t the easy road kinda day. No. Today she’d be worked over until I was good and ready. As soon as I unhinged the last hook of her bra, it fell to the floor along with her dress. I moaned once my fingers found her full, bare breasts, while I continued to rub myself along her thigh.
“I want your hand on me, stroking me, and the other squeezing my balls.”
Her eyes blazed with sensuality, nearly leaving me breathless. That was until her wicked hand gripped my dick, stroking my rigid cock firmly. Just the way to make me explode, I thought. My eyes wandered over her voluptuous form, head to foot. Appraising, appreciating, and luxuriating in her radiance. Her thick lashes fluttered as each second ticked by. She continued to pump, causing my hips to thrust mindlessly, despite my willful efforts to remain still. Her eyes held mine infinitely, drawing me in, impaling me to the point I almost lost my load in her hand. Her lips held the barest sheen of moisture, and I sought to capture that, too. I removed her hand and replaced it with mine. Her eyes sharply assessed my hand as it stroked my cock. I quickly bit her full bottom lip before releasing it. I wanted to consume her, and I was in a war with my body as to when. “You’ve bewitched me, my love. You’re beauty outshines any candle here. You’re fucking glowing.”
She smiled for the first time since I shut the world outside. “Thank you, but you, my Sir, are equally fetching, leaving me breathless where I stand.” Her voice held adulation, but with a hint of something familiar. Sass. She was a silver-tongued vixen through and through.
I couldn’t help but grin. She took that as a negative and started to fidget with the seam of her stocking. My eyes moved, following her fingers, and then to the grin across her face. Fucking vixen trying to top me. “I love you, Abel,” she said, continuing to play as I worked myself.
I released my cock and picked her up by her ass. Her legs wrapped gripping me around my waist, my hands spreading her ass wide as my lips obliterated hers. My tongue, on its own mission, nearly choked her. Fuck, I need this jacket off. It was binding and cumbersome.
She huffed after I dropped her onto the bed with a bounce. After shrugging out of my jacket, it was tossed on the floor next to her dress. I removed my cuff links placing them on my bedside table. Then worked myself out of my shirt, reminding myself I needed to be in control before I split her in two. Because right fucking now, all I wanted was in that pussy. I was certifiably mental over the “no vaginal penetration” for the last few weeks. I moved to the bottom of the bed, grabbed both of her legs, and yanked her across the bed in one pull. My eyes were hungry for her already glistening pussy.
Without pulling away from her, I positioned her legs on either side of my head, bringing her hips closer to my mouth. “I will make no promises to you right now. I’m completely uncontrollable. That sweet smelling, wet pussy is begging for my attention. I will tend to her first.” I nearly growled the last part. I was a fuck-case of raw emotion. It was true, and I feared that if I didn’t get inside of her soon, I’d be a walking paradox.
Her eyes continued watching my every move as I pulled her lips apart to expose her clit. A flash of silver caught my breath. A small silver loop with a tiny blue ball hugged her clit. “Surprise…” She winked and rolled up onto her forearms, waiting for my judgment.
I brushed it lightly with my finger, outright, fucking hypnotized by it, and rock hard. I couldn’t wait to rub myself all over it like a horny tom-cat. “Thank you, my beauty. I’d say it was the best gift I’ve gotten, but our Bella holds that spot. But it’s a close second,” I said, French kissing her clit. The flicking of my tongue left her flat on her back, eyes closed, and her lips parted slightly. My tongue paid some serious homage to her new accessory. When her back arched beautifully, I began my long, salacious strokes, and licked her hole to hole, pushing my tongue into her darkest kiss. She wiggled her hips, urging me silently to give her what she needed. I continued alternating licking and delving into the mouth of her pussy, making love to it as I would her lips. “Please…” She panted, clutching the sheets.
“Beg for it,” I demanded, my eye watching her as I sucked that little ring.
She clutched her chest, grabbing two handfuls of tit, then squeezed, and purred wildly. Minx, I thought with a groan as I ground myself into the edge of the bed. I added one finger, stretching her, and then the other once she was wet enough to take it. I scissored my fingers, stretching her wide. It’s been a while since she had my cock, and the way she gripped my fingers, I’d lose my shit in a matter of minutes. I need to get her off first. Otherwise, I’d be fucked.
I began to pump her hard as my mouth sought that glorious ring. I tugged gently with my teeth and continued to pump. Her insides quivered around my fingers. And then she screamed my name for the first of many times that night…
I flipped her onto her stomach and pulled her long hair out of her bun. “I’m shameless when it comes to you, my wanton beauty.” I kissed each side of her voluptuous ass, leaving a fresh handprint in my wake. She jumped and groaned. “Do you know what those sounds do to me?” I gathered her onto her knees, my cock already positioned at her entrance. “It makes me a homicidal maniac.” I coated Albert with some of her juice. “Guess what I’ll be murdering tonight, my love.” I poked my thick head in with short jabs into her hole.
I gripped her hair and placed one foot flat on the bed for leverage. Once my cock was sufficiently coated, I worked in my rings, allowing her pussy to relax around my cock. I tugged her hair and slammed home with enough force to knock her forward. She pushed back, meeting each of my thrusts. And we went one for one for god knows how long. My heart swelled at the sight of my cock owning her pussy, and my balls ached to unload into her. I hammered a few more times before letting the tension drain from my jaw, releasing my chest, unwinding my abs, and finally filling her with every ounce that I had. I came with a roar.
I collapsed onto the bed and pulled her with me. “I love you, my beauty.” I pulled her stockings and shoes off, letting them fall to the floor, and pulled the sheet up around us.
“I love you, too,” she replied breathlessly.
I gathered her up in my arms, drawing her near, and buried my chin in the crook of her neck. The sun was long past setting and the candle lights had already begun to dim. Serenity blanketed us in its seductive arms, lulling us into darkness.
During the night, I woke her many times, crawling between those lush thighs, needing to fuck, fancying a taste, dominating every possible orifice. The word animal came out of her mouth as she drifted off for the last time. I chewed on that for a while. Yes, I was an animal. With a healthy appetite for her.
Gia was my Achilles heel. She was my weakness in spite of all my strength, leaving me completely and absolutely vulnerable in the best possible way. She’s opened me, as a man, and as a partner. I tried to run and tried to deny it. But in the end, there was no denying what she meant to me. I was nothing but emptiness without her. But what she didn’t know was…I was her slave all along.
She owned me as mu
ch as I owned her.
She dominated my heart and soul.
And I couldn’t wait spend the rest of my life with my beauty.
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She’s published six novels so far. Blood Ties(PNR), Beautiful Lies, Saving Abel, Forgiving Gia, Luca, and Avenging Us(Rocker 3). When she’s not writing, you can find her with friends and family. She resides in Massapequa, NY with her two beautiful boys. Reading has always been a passion and obsession of hers. You can usually find her typing furiously while shouting obscenities over her latest WIP. Her guilty pleasures are: a good laugh, being snarky, espresso, Pistachio ice-cream, alternative music, sunflower seeds, I.P.A’s, Twizzlers, and above all steamy swooning angst filled novels. She’s pathologically obsessed with anything to do with royals, Games of Thrones, White Queen, Vampire Diaries, Homeland, SOA, The Vikings and The Originals. If you’d like to chat, hit her up on Facebook or Twitter.
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Blood Ties
College senior Grace is half witch, half mortal, and one of the most powerful supernatural beings in existence. Problem is she doesn’t know any of this yet.
