Chapter 28 My Forever
My Forever
Pascal
Remy Perrault wore a glimmering golden suit and a black satin shirt.
A large pearl and diamond brooch decorated his lapel.
Bernard Perrault dressed spartanly compared to his husband in a plain gray suit, a white shirt, and a gray bowtie.
They both looked around Davidson’s lawn, wearing similarly somber expressions.
“It’s risky to have an outdoor wedding this early in the spring,” Remy said. A server was just passing us with a tray. I gestured for him, and he paused by the Perraults, waiting until they’d both gotten their champagne.
Bernard tilted his glass in Remy’s direction. “Let’s hope the weather holds.”
Remy turned his clever eyes to me. “Ansel told me this morning the governor will be present. I didn’t know you were so well connected, Pascal.”
“I’m not,” I told them honestly. “They’re friends with our generous host, Davidson.”
“But you and Davidson Sullivan are close friends, aren’t you?
” Bernard glanced at me with a mix of suspicion and begrudging admiration.
Our relationship had vastly improved since Ansel’s and my engagement, but it would probably never be cordial.
“It’s not like he lets just anyone organize their wedding on his property. ”
“Um, no. Leonard and Davidson have been very kind to offer us the grounds and the first floor for the weekend.”
Remy leaned toward his husband conspiratorially. “There’s the governor, look!”
The Figueroas were walking directly toward me. I straightened my spine and did my best not to make a fool out of myself.
“Pascal, wonderful to see you again. What a beautiful day!” Felix enthused, shaking my hand.
I greeted the governor and introduced Ansel’s parents, who were all smiles and praise. I’d met with the Figueroas a few times since last autumn. The partying and mingling with the Ardaine community had become significantly less tedious with Ansel on my arm.
“And where is your lovely groom hiding now?” Felix asked.
“He’s somewhere in the house with Leonard. I’m not allowed to see him today until the ceremony at four.”
The governor glanced at his watch and smiled at me. “Only an hour left.” He patted my shoulder, exchanged a couple of formal phrases with my soon-to-be parents-in-law, then they both left to find some refreshments.
My dad and pa had already met Ansel’s parents at dinner yesterday. In his never-ending enthusiasm, my pa believed that everybody must be as excited about this occasion as he was, and he didn’t even seem to register the Perraults’ superior sneers.
“The park is just wonderful!” my pa cried and dragged me down into a violent hug.
“Oh, it’s so beautiful. Look at me! I’m all teary-eyed again.
” He kissed my cheek and holding on to my arm, he looked around.
“Where is Leonard? He’s such a pleasant young man.
And so gorgeous. I need to thank him for choosing those amazing flower arrangements.
” He aimed his most maniacal grin at Remy Perrault.
“Have you seen the orchard? It’s like the elves made it, I swear! ”
“No, we haven’t had a chance to walk around yet,” Remy said in a measured tone. “We were just speaking to the governor and his husband.”
My pa beamed. “Oh, you mean Harry and Felix? Yes. They’re lovely, aren’t they?
We met them at the Bracknells on Thursday, and they invited us for lunch on Tuesday.
Such a lovely couple. Felix is a professor in criminal justice and the president of the university where our Pascal teaches.
Very important man. Don’t you just love it when omegas succeed in something so essential?
We miss our Pascal dearly, but we’re so happy he found such amazing friends here in Ardaine.
Everybody is so kind and welcoming. Oh, and the Bracknells!
Emanuel Bracknell is such a sweet man. There he is!
We must go and say hi. We’ll catch up with you before the ceremony.
” He squeezed Remy’s free hand and was already pulling my dad away.
Remy blinked, opened his mouth, and closed it again.
Bernard only gaped. It was a standard reaction for anyone witnessing my pa’s joyous outbursts.
But the Perraults seemed even more fascinated by who they thought were my “connections.” What they, of course, didn’t know was the reason behind the impressive guest list at Ansel’s and my wedding. Most of these people were dragons.
I survived greeting the guests and the small talk only because I had this vision of Ansel coming to me, blushing and smiling, nervous but happy. Like me, he couldn’t wait to get married and get the hell out of here for the two weeks of honeymoon we had planned.
When I finally stood in the orchard, and the music rose, my knees got weak.
This is it.
To my relief, both of Ansel’s parents managed to look proud and content as they accompanied their only son down the aisle. I smiled and nodded at them both, then I only looked at my Ansel.
He was breathtaking. His pants were ruby red, like my bow tie, and he wore an intricate lace shirt that outlined the angles and curves of his torso to perfection. His cheeks glowed pink just like I knew they would, and his eyes glimmered, reflecting the torches.
Grinning, he bit his lip when he joined me, and I caught his hands in mine.
“Ready?” I asked in a whisper.
He gave me a firm nod. “Let’s do this.”
Ansel
“I love the outfit.” Pascal nipped along the collar of my lace top and smoothed his hands down my sides. “I hope you’re keeping it.”
“Sure.” I unbuttoned my pants and tugged them down over my ass. “I think you’ll like these as well.”
Leonard had helped me choose underwear, and damn, the man knew his stuff. Pascal paused, appraising the satin briefs. He slowly knelt and nuzzled my hardening cock.
“So pretty. I would fuck you in them but I don’t want to ruin them.”
I turned around in his arms. “Take them off.”
Pascal pulled on the waistband and laughed. “Holy hell!” he exclaimed as he slowly uncovered the lace jockstrap underneath.
“You can fuck me in this.”
“I love you.” The next second, his mouth was on my ass. I fell forward, bracing myself on the backrest of the lounge chair.
“Pascal, wait.”
“Ngh.”
Pulling my ass cheeks apart, he tongued my hole, and I wobbled.
“Wait a second.”
“Why?” he whined, making me chuckle.
“There’s something I want to do.”
He slowly rose, his lips skimming my back through the openings in the lace. Then he gently bit my shoulder.
“I’ve waited all day today.” Slight pressure on my pucker, and his finger slid in.
“I’ve been polite and patient, even made fucking small talk.
” He pushed his finger in and out, testing how wet I was—very—and pressed two back in.
“I mingled, danced in front of a throng of strangers, and was attentive to our parents.” He pushed deeper, making me groan, and curled his fingers.
A bolt of electricity shot up my guts, scrambling my thoughts.
“I want to make love to my husband. Now.”
He began finger-fucking me in earnest, and my traitorous body went all pliant. I pushed my ass out for more. The lace stretched over my trapped cock, the slight chafing a surprising delight.
“Are you saying you don’t want my cock?” Low voice, right by my ear, teeth grazing my ear lobe… Those damn fingers.
What was it I’d wanted to say?
“Pascal, wait.”
He growled but stopped, leaving his fingers in me.
“Why?”
“I want you to half-shift.”
I felt the tension in him rise.
Slowly he pulled his fingers out, and I turned to face him.
Staring at me, dazed and aroused, Pascal put his fingers into his mouth to slurp up my slick. Then he loosened his tie and unbuttoned his shirt.
His eyes narrowed. “We haven’t done that yet.”
“I know.”
“Some couples never do that.”
“I know.”
“I don’t want to scare you.”
“You won’t.”
“How did you even find out about it?”
“I read about it. Then I talked to Leo.”
Pascal smirked. “Leave it to Leonard to put kinky ideas into my mate’s head.”
I lifted my chin. “I was curious so I asked him. It was my idea from the start.”
Something flashed in my husband’s eyes. My husband. Just thinking about him that way made me all warm and gooey inside.
“You want a monster to fuck you on your wedding night, my love?”
He’s going to do it!
I suppressed a cheer and started working on his belt buckle.
“I want you.” I glanced up and licked my lips. “My big bad dragon.”
Pascal shrugged out of his jacket and threw it over the lounge chair. His face grew serious.
“If it feels strange, tell me, and I’ll shift back.”
Yes!
I nodded, trying not to look too eager. But ever since I’d read about the possibility, I’d been fantasizing about it. How he’d look, how he’d feel, how I would feel being taken like that… I was a little afraid but that only made me hornier.
“We can pretend I’m still a virgin,” I mumbled under my breath.
Pascal made a sound, something between a groan and a growl, and suddenly, I was airborne.
“You’re a menace, omega. You look so innocent and proper, but out of the two of us, you’re the monster. A sex-crazed animal.”
“You love it.”
“I do. I adore you.”
He threw me on the huge circular bed, red rose petals flying around us. I hadn’t even noticed the décor in the honeymoon suite and wouldn’t look now. Not when Pascal was swiftly undressing in front of me.
“Look at you. The white lace clinging to your skin everywhere. Leave it on. Leave it all on.”
Naked, he stroked his cock and stared at me. I squirmed.
Would he change now?
“Show me your hole.”
The order made me instantly wetter.
I lay back and spread my legs, giving him just a peek of my crease.
“Like this?” I asked in a small voice. Pascal loved when I acted a little shy.
“I can barely see anything. Spread your ass for me.”
And I loved when he got all imperious and growly.