Abigail was skeptical of the dress when Mason told her he’d ordered their wedding clothes the night before in the car ride over. Then again, she’d never imagined she would have a wedding day, so she smiled and hoped to be pleasantly surprised.
She and Mason ate breakfast with Ollie in their robes and hotel pajamas. The little boy couldn’t stop smiling at his parents. Especially, when she’d told him the news.
“You mean, I’m gonna be a Dhampir and I could be a Werewolf too?!”
“Yeah, you might be. Children of Werewolves don’t all Change, but some do.”
“Oh wow! Can I watch, Dad?”
“One day, sure.”
“This is so cool. We are like the coolest family ever!”
Mason laughed and tossed Oliver in the air before shooing him off to the huge whirlpool bathtub.
“Come on kiddo, go get washed, the wedding is in an hour.”
“I can’t believe how excited he is!” She gasped when she heard Ollie mock-howling in the tub. Mason grinned.
“He’s a miracle that boy, just like his mom.”
Less than an hour later, with the hotel manager for a witness and a justice of the peace present, Mason and Abigail were married on the penthouse balcony of what she discovered was Bite Towers. A hotel and casino owned and operated by Lane Liquors Corporation.
That wasn’t the only surprise he’d had in store for her. The ivory silk dress he’d ordered from the couture shop in the hotel lobby was simply beautiful!
The silk sheath dress looked amazing on her. It fit her toned body perfectly and the ivory color went well with her pale skin and dark hair. It was adorned with small embroidered roses along the neck and hemlines. She loved roses, he remembered. He also ordered a bouquet of blood red roses wrapped in a matching ivory silk ribbon.
Mason and Ollie wore identical linen suits with the same colored shirts and vests. Her boys looked so handsome, she almost cried! She couldn’t wait for the pictures!
They said their “I do’s” and kissed until Ollie whispered a very loud, “yuck” which made the two adults break apart in a fit of giggles.
They then grabbed their son and squashed him between them, kissing his chubby little cheeks while a photographer took pictures. With the blue Atlantic as a backdrop and the cloudless summer sky behind them, they looked like models. Even the photographer commented on the handsome family to which Mason replied his thanks.
The day passed in a whirlwind of new sights and sounds and an overwhelming feeling of profound pride and happiness. Mason smiled as he once again carried Oliver to the hotel bedroom and watched as Abigail tucked in their son.
“I am the luckiest man in the world.”
“I won’t argue with that.”
“Crap!” He groaned as his phone went off for the tenth time that day.
“What is it?”
“It’s Claire. You recall, my Assistant VP of Marketing.”
“So, answer it already.”
“No way, it’s our wedding day! I’m not going to answer it.”
“What’s it about?”
“The new launch for Summer Bite, I didn’t approve of the beach-bimbo ad she presented last week, we’ve been at odds ever since.”
“Summer Bite, huh?”
“Yeah, it’s our new Seasons line.”
“What does it taste like?”
“Since I can be honest now, I admit I thought about you when I created the citrusy-rose blend.”
“Did you, now?” His new wife bristled with pride at the unexpected compliment. He ran a hand down her pale arm and watched as she responded instantly. Her eyelids fluttered, and her lips parted. Mason felt himself harden under her watchful gaze.
“Yeah, come to think of it, you still smell like roses, especially here, but I forgot the oranges,” he reached the apex of her thighs and teased her legs open. She dropped her head back, black hair spilling down her back as he undid the silk ribbon.
“I have an idea!” Abigail jumped out of his arms just as he eased the zipper down her dress and grabbed his phone.
“Abs?”
Before Mason knew what was happening, Abigail introduced herself to Claire and went on to explain what it was she wanted.
“You’re a genius!” He exclaimed and stared in disbelief, “I married a genius!”
“You think so?”
“I know so, but as I recall, we were in the middle of something before you took my cell phone, Mrs. Lane.”
“Were we? I don’t remember.”
“Let me refresh your memory then,” he dropped to his knees in front of her and lifted the hem of her luxurious silk wedding dress. He reached up ready to tear down her panties only to discover they weren’t there. He growled, and she bit her lip as she watched him.
“I figured you’d be hungry after our busy day,” her voice deepened with her desire and Mason gripped her thighs with his hands.
“I am hungry,” he agreed.
“Then eat,” she said and watched as he parted her soft curls with one hand and proceeded to thrust his tongue into her sweet cleft.
Marriage was certainly turning out to be better than anything Mason had ever imagined in his wildest dreams. And his Abigail had always had the starring role in those. Nothing was sweeter than the reality of his Abigail, his wife, in his arms as she was now.
Gentle kisses had turned into deep hungry strokes of the tongue. They writhed together in perfect harmony, a mash of lips, tongue, teeth, and hands. Her hands ignited flames down his back as she stroked him, urging him on.
She was magnificent sprawled out naked in front of him. They’d finally made their way to the master bedroom and Mason continued to feast on his love. Pleasuring her with his mouth was almost as satisfying as when he moved inside her. She was breathtaking.
When she arched into him, Mason was lost. Pleasure seemed to exude from every pore. He shuddered as he came inside her. She was finally his. His life, his love. Always. Mine.