by Marie Harte
As comprehension dawned, Sierra stared in awe at her friend. “You little sneak. You knew who he was all along.”
“And when did you find out?” her mother asked.
“After we, ah, a few hours after meeting him.” After fucking each other’s brains out.
Her mother smirked. “Mm-hmm. Don’t think I didn’t notice that little bite mark on your shoulder, dear. When you move just so, I can see it. Congratulations.”
“What?” Sierra couldn’t help blushing, consumed with how she’d received the bite.
“You’ve already begun the mating ritual with Jonathan. In Tergonian law, you’re already married.”
“Does he know this?”
“I’m sure.”
“Oh, hell.” She could only wonder what Jack thought about all this. If he knew they’d begun mating, but still thought himself betrothed to the unknown Merritt daughter, he must be completely freaking out by now. “I need to see Jack.”
“What happened to ‘The Third?” Cherry smirked.
“I’ll get you back for this.” Sierra grabbed the massive train following her gown and rushed out the door. She could only pray Jack remained in his room and that he hadn’t fled his wedding day as she’d once imagined doing.
* * *
Jack paced back and forth, glaring at Mark who wouldn’t stop snickering.
“I’m going to punch you right in the face if you don’t stop laughing, damn it. It’s not fucking funny!”
To which Mark chuckled louder. “And you thought one bride was bad enough. Two will absolutely kill you.” The chuckles turned into gales of laughter, and Jack fumed, his skin starting to blacken
“Wait. Don’t hit your best man. Not when I have some killer news. Dammit, where’s the vid-mark? We’ve gotta capture this moment so we can look back on it and laugh our asses off.”
“Mark—”
The sudden, incessant chiming of the entrance bell stopped them both.
“Now who can that be?” Mark asked pleasantly, his shit-eating grin still in place.
“I don’t care. I’m not answering any damned thing until I figure this out.” Jack continued pacing, frustrated and lost at what to do.
He’d mated. No two ways about it. And his tie with Ci-Ci stood firm. He could feel her blood coursing through him, truly bonded to her forever more. Hell, even with the conception shot she’d needed to enter The Sun; his turned seed might even now be taking root in her firm, sexy belly.
He hardened and tried to focus on the here and now.
“Oh, hell. You’re a lost cause,” Mark said when Jack sank to the bed, his head in his hands. “But at least you’re dressed. You look weird in a tux, by the way.”
Ignoring him, Jack noticed little until a subtle scent caught his nose. Mark had cracked the door open only enough to talk to whoever stood outside and that whoever smelled exactly like his Ci-Ci.
Racing to the door, he shoved Mark out of the way, needing to see his wife more than he needed his next breath. Except his Ci-Ci wore an old wedding gown and had a look of apology, and hope, on her face.
“Ci-Ci?” He could only stare, thinking she looked even better all trussed up. Her hair shone like serhal—Tergon gold. The white laced dress clung to her figure, emphasizing the full breasts he’d suckled just last night. The trim waist and flared hips, an ass that he’d palmed, the pussy he wanted to eat all over again…
“Whoa, time for me to leave. I’ll give a warning a few minutes before it’s time for the ceremony.” Mark stared at them and sighed. “Never mind. No one listens to me,” he lamented, pulling Sierra in before shutting the door behind him.
* * *
“Hi, Jack.”
“Hi, Ci-Ci.” He frowned, staring at her dress as the puzzle worked its way through his nimble mind. “Ci-Ci. Short for Sierra? Sierra Merritt?” he croaked.
“Ah, yeah.”
“And you knew, this whole time, who I was?” He sounded incredulous but not angry, not yet.
“Actually, no. Cherry, you remember her, set me up.” She took a deep breath. Though it still boggled her mind, she’d had a little time to process it all. But she needed to take him through it slowly. She didn’t want to lose him before she’d found him.
“You’re Sierra Merritt.”
She nodded, waiting.
“Okay.” He breathed hard and walked back to his bed, laying flat across it and crossing an arm over his eyes. “Please, explain this to me.”
“Apparently, my friend set us up. I didn’t actually know who you were until you mentioned your last name.”
“And you neglected to mention who you were because…?”
She swallowed. “Because I wanted to get to know you. To see if you might like me for more than my name.”
He sat up and stared, his eyes wide. “Ci-Ci, ah, Sierra—”
“I prefer Ci-Ci,” she said quietly.
“—Ci-Ci, I fucked you until we both passed out. How much more did you need to know that I liked you?”
She flushed. “Oh, sure, you loved my body. But I wanted to see what you were really like before you knew who I was.”
“Oh?”
Uh-oh. He was beginning to look pissed. “Jack, look at it from my point of view. I didn’t want to be married, especially not to one of my parents’ friends. Like you, I pretty much loathe the rich trendsetters. I work hard for a living.”
“For Merritt Industrial,” he murmured, his tension slowly leaving him.
“Yes. And I was serious about wanting to be liked for me. I told you I’d had a bad experience with a guy several years ago. A jerk out to use me for what he could gain from the company and my parents. It left me lacking in the trust department, you could say.”
He said nothing, staring at her with curiosity. And he was killing her. Did he have any idea what if felt like to put her heart on the line? To lay out her vulnerabilities to a man she utterly desired and was afraid would reject her?
“So.” She cleared her rusty throat and continued. Be strong. You run a Fortuna Advanced 1200 company. Deal. “I, ah, probably also ought to mention that we’ve met before.”
“We have?” He looked puzzled, his green eyes murky.
“My mother just told me, God love her. When you were four and I was six months old, we bonded, or something like that.”
He blinked and stood, looming over her like a giant. “We bonded? So you are Tergonian.”
“I guess.” Sierra rubbed her shoulder absently, staring at his incredibly rising erection. Good lord, when would she stop focusing on sex around this man? “She only now just told me. She and Dad are carriers. But when you and I bonded, she knew, both our parents knew, where we’d eventually be headed.”
She stared at the ground, desperately breaking free from the stranger eyeing her like the plague. She missed Jack, the man she’d fallen in love with just a day ago. What seemed like forever ago. He’d held her tenderly. Treated her with care, with raw carnality, with possession.
“Holy shit.” Jack whistled then began laughing hysterically. “I’ve been running myself ragged about this damned wedding, but my parents wouldn’t budge. They said they’d met you, and they liked you.”
“Which is what my parents said about you.”
“And my father was adamant that I not step foot outside this hotel without Mark. As if I might do something stupid without my cousin here to watch me.”
“You mean to set you up. With me.”
“Yeah.” He sobered as he stared down at her. “I understand you didn’t know me at first, that you wanted to get to know me. But couldn’t you have told me who you were later?”
“When?” She huffed. “When you were licking me so hard I saw stars? Or when you turned primitive on me and took me in the shower? You bit me.”
He eyed her shoulder with a gleaming, darkening gaze. “You liked it, though, didn’t you?”
“Did I? It’s a little hard to remember.”
“Both times? Yeah, I guess
a mind-blowing orgasm will do that to you,” he said wryly. “Now I’m sensing a bit of irritation on your part, and I’m the injured party here. I want some compensation.”
“Compensation?” She should have been more irritated, but his tenting trousers showed her what he really wanted. And by God, she wanted it, too. “What exactly do you think would make us even?” Her shoulder burned, and she wanted him in her, loving her with the same scorching desire.
“Well,” he paused to free himself, and she stared at his large cock, thickening as she watched, with a foreign, unruly hunger. “As the injured party, not having experienced the same love and trust as I bestowed on you when I made you my bride, I expect some relief from this constant state of arousal you’ve put me in.”
His words penetrated, and her smile grew until she felt blinded by her joy. Love and trust, he’d said. “You know,” she teased, gripping him in her hands, and loving his hiss of pleasure. “Since we’re already married, we should forego this traditional ceremony.”
She slowly bent to her knees, aware of his mottling skin tones, of the lengthening height which ripped his tux and had his lengthening feet, and claws, bursting through his shoes.
“Shit,” he grumbled, his teeth white and sharp, his body and face night black. And so utterly, incredibly beautiful. With his dark skin, she was able to see every detail of his corded strength. Like the tensing organ begging for relief in her hands.
It lengthened and began pooling at the tip with a dark, silky fluid. But when she tasted him, she swore she drank sweet, honeyed nectar. An addicting treat and one that made him swell even more.
Without thinking about it, she took him in her widening mouth, her jaw reshaping around his cock as she took him to the back of her throat.
“Shit, Ci-Ci. That’s it, baby. Balls deep. Oh…my…God.”
She fondled his sac, aware that instead of two, there were three balls strapped tight under his massive shaft, coiled and ready to release. Sucking hard, she raked her teeth, surprised to find them a tad sharper than usual, down his cock.
Jack’s knees actually buckled, and he gripped her shoulders hard to keep upright. “Ci-Ci. I love you so much. Take me, baby. Swallow all of me.”
He began pistoning, and she accepted him easily, her throat closing around his flexing cock. She rolled his balls in her hands, and teased the taut, black flesh of his sensitive inner thighs.
When she drew harder on his tip, sucking for the juices she desperately needed, he gave a final twitch and a warning.
“Baby, I’m going to come.” He breathed and jetted down her throat. The sweet, thick stuff slid like honey, filling her mouth and her soul with Jack’s glorious repletion. He continued to pulse, and she reveled in her power over her husband, the gorgeous shifter stirring emotions in her long-suppressed.
When he’d finally stopped, she licked him clean and stood, tucking him back into his trousers.
“We can’t do anything about the jacket or the shoes, or the waist of your trousers,” she said critically, “but you’ll do.”
Jack stared at her as if he’d never seen her before, and began to laugh. “Baby, if you could see your face. You’re dark, beautiful, and Tergonian to the bone.”
Not understanding, she took a step closer and gaped at the cool air against her waist. And caught a glimpse of her darkening hands.
“Have I mentioned that my seed accelerates the turning? You might be human, but the past two days you’ve taken in a lot of, ah, fluid. And you just swallowed enough of me to stay black for quite a while.” He grinned, love in his eyes. “You are so damned pretty. I mean, as a human you’re a knockout. But as a Tergonian, you make me want to bend you over and fuck you until you can’t stand.”
The naughty look in his eyes made her take a step back, and she batted her eyes coyly. “Jack. It’s our wedding day. We’ll be late for the ceremony.”
He grabbed her by the arms and kissed the breath out of her. “I think you still owe me something, bride.”
“Come on, Jack. You just came forever down my throat.”
“Ah, but you cheated on me before the wedding.”
She stared, wide-eyed. “I cheated on you with you, you ass. And you cheated on me, too!”
“No. I slept with my future wife. But you, you made a huge mistake.”
She couldn’t read his smile but didn’t mistake the erection she palmed through his clothing. “Good lord, Jack. What’s with you?”
“What can I say? When my wife’s in her breeding time, I’m built to please.”
“Breeding time?”
“Relax, baby. We’ll finalize your last transgression with something I’ve been wanting for a while. Something safe enough to avoid a pregnancy but potent enough to ensure a major orgasm for both of us.” He rubbed her hip, grabbing for her ass, and she squealed.
“Jack?”
* * *
The bride and groom were an hour late. Both walked in wearing shredded clothing that barely managed to conceal their undergarments. The wedding guests, all three hundred of them, were shocked, and further titillated at the way the messed but glowing bride walked so gingerly beside her handsome groom, who wore a wicked smile on his face. But when they said their “I Do’s,” he rubbed her posterior tenderly, and she blushed as all heard her declare most seriously, “I love you, Jack. I truly do.”
About the Author
Marie Harte is an avid reader who loves all things paranormal and futuristic. Reading romances since she was twelve, she fell in love with the warmth of first passion and knew writing was her calling. Twenty-three years later, the Marine Corps, a foray through Information Technology, a husband and four kids, and her dream has finally come true. Marie lives in Georgia with her family and loves hearing from readers.
To read more about Marie, visit www.marieharte.com
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