by Charlie Hart
Even though I have issues with some of the men around me, right now, my eyes are fixed on my bride. She is the reason I am here, the reason I am staying put, no matter what. She was lost on that cargo ship--nearly dead--with no man to protect her.
I will be that man.
Now and forever.
And as we begin repeating the words of the officiant, that vow is sealed in my heart. I may know next to nothing about her, but I do know this -- she is mine.
With these rings, we do wed. One wife, six husbands, together a family.
I watch Hypatia as she says these words, her lips pink and full, her heart-shaped face flawless. She looks like she was raised in a museum--her skin seems to have never seen a harsh day in its life.
I notice that her breathing is heavy, and with each syllable, her breasts rise and fall. There’s a heaviness about her as she repeats the words along with each of us men.
Good.
I don’t want her to take this lightly. I’ve waited my entire life for her.
I am yours and you are mine.
Across the circle, Salinger clears his throat, as if choking on the words. The officiant gives him a hard look. “Do you need some water?”
Salinger shakes his head. “No, I’m fine,” he says, waving the question off. “Let’s just get this over with.”
My eyebrows narrow as I consider his words. But before I can question them, we say our final vows.
In sickness and in health, may we bring a new life into the world, multiplying the population and ensuring humanities survival.
I swallow hard that those words. Traditional wedding vows have altered, just like our entire world. Now, we live in a world where it’s survival of the fittest.
We are directed to continue the vows, and the words don’t leave my lips easily.
Nothing is easy anymore.
In richer or poorer, until death do us part.
Death do us part. Fuck, I don’t want to think about that. Not on my wedding day.
Too many wives have already died in childbirth. And I will do anything in my power to make sure Hypatia isn’t one of them.
The officiant clasps his hands together. “With those words, you are now bound together. The seven of you are a unit under the protection of the Alaskan Precinct of Marriage and Family.” With that he exits the room to give us a moment alone as a family.
I allow each man to say a few words to her, before approaching.
She gives me a small smile that reaches her eyes, and my chest tightens.
“Hi,” she says softly.
“I’m Fallon,” I tell her, offering her my hand.
“I know,” she says, twisting her lips.
“Right, well,” I clench my jaw, suddenly at a loss for words, and run a hand over my beard. Damn, I can hardly think while looking at her.
She’s all curves and glossy hair and bright eyes. Like a fucking princess in her ball gown. Completely impractical attire for the Alaskan wilderness, mind you, but somehow, it’s sexy as sin. She has no clue what she’s in for, living out here in the woods. But she doesn’t need to. That is why I’m here. “Are you alright?” she asks, setting a hand on my arm.
Heat burns through me, going straight to my balls.
I pull back my shoulders, collecting myself. “I’m fine,” I say, looking at her intently, feeling a fire ignite inside as I take her in, and knowing that this doe-like creature is both the beginning and end for me.
She feels it too. I know she does as she steps closer to me, the space between us hot. And when she lifts her eyes to mine, I can see that while some of these other men may have caught her eye, the attraction between us is electric.
She’ll be mine first. I’ll make sure of it.
It will be her choice. Always her choice. But I will have her.
“What happens now?” she asks, tugging her bottom lip between her teeth.
All I want to do is pull her in my arms, carry her out of this room and take her somewhere private. She can keep her gown on, but I want to pull down the panties she’s wearing and claim her as mine.
Behind me the voices of her other men bring me back to reality. Her other husbands. Like it or not, I can’t just have my way with my wife. This is no ordinary relationship.
I step back, not trusting myself to be so close to her, and explain, “They’ll take us to the compound once the others are finished with their ceremonies.”
“Compound?” Her brows turn down.
“Our house. It’s in a gated area where the other families live.”
“Families.” She says the word like it’s something foreign to her. “Did you live there before?”
“No.” I frown at how little she seems to know about our way of life. “Most of the men who aren’t married live on the base, or in town. There are some families who choose to live outside of the compound, but the military can’t assure their protection.”
I knew that too well.
“Oh.” Her hands twist, and she worries her lip between her teeth again.
“You don’t need to be concerned. We have the top security system in place here. No one will harm you as long as you stay within our borders.”
She lets out a small shaky breath, and I get the feeling that she doesn’t believe me. But then, I have no idea what she’s faced before she came here. I’ve read stories about the way women are treated on the mainland, and in other parts of the world, treating them more like cattle to be sold, than human beings with equal choice.
Even marriage has become more like a business transaction, easily discarded. I’d heard horror stories from some of the women I’d rescued over the years. Women who had been passed among dozens of men when they couldn’t produce viable offspring. Others who had been treated as sex slaves by men who thought it was their right to take whatever they wanted, take what wasn’t theirs.
We’d had a few of those men show up on our shores over the years.
A shiver races down my spine as a dark memory surfaces. I push it away.
Tia won’t end up like Caroline.
I don’t know my wife’s past. Don’t care. All that matters now is our future. And keeping her safe.
“Let’s get out of here,” Salinger says looking around the sterile room. “I fucking hate this place.”
And while I don’t trust that fool, I do agree.
It’s time to get our wife home.
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