Epilogue
Happily, Ever After
L yrik, Three Months Later
I dance with Dante while Malichai stares at me. He looks like someone stole his favorite toy and I can’t help but laugh. His dragon shimmers beneath the surface but I know neither of them would ever hurt this man.
“What is so funny, Mrs. Black?” Dante asks with a grin.
“Your boss is acting like a brat,” I say casting a glance in my husband’s direction.
“He is,” Dante says with a chuckle. “But he has been waiting for years to claim you. And even as a child he didn’t like to share.”
“You knew?” I ask, shocked.
Dante winks. “I’ve been a member of this household for as long as I can remember. I’ve seen many things in my time.”
“You never said anything.”
“It was his choice to make. But I knew if he ever came back, he would claim you.” Dante says this last part with absolute confidence.
“What if I was already married?”
“Why do you think you’ve only had a handful of boyfriends in your life?” He smirks, not looking the least bit remorseful.
“You didn’t,” I gasp.
He says nothing as the last notes of the song play before placing a kiss on my cheek. Spinning me around, he dips me low.
“The head of the Black family will always be my priority.”
Bringing me back up, he releases me into Malichai’s arms. A new song starts, and Malichai pulls me close against his body, swaying us along with the slow melody.
“So, tell me, Princess, what have you been discussing with Dante?”
I giggle. “Dear mate...” I place a kiss on his chin. “Your man was simply explaining how he knew our love was inevitable.”
“I like the sound of that,” he says with a smirk. “Like nothing could ever keep us apart.”
“Well, if ten years, thousands of miles, and the worst snowstorm in years couldn’t keep us apart, I don’t see what can. We were fated, after all.”
He kisses me softly, holding me close as we dance. “How much longer do we have to stay here?” he asks, and I know what he has in mind.
I look around at our guests. My friends and colleagues are here mingling with some of the most Elite families in the realm. There are a few members of the Arch Fiends MC here as well.
It took a week for Malichai to figure out what exactly his father had fucked up. It took a month more to start rebuilding relationships. The most important one being with the local MC. After all, they were the ones that wanted to wipe out anyone and everyone associated with the Black family. Now, we are on better footing. I am even friends with the leader’s omega, Amy. We spend time together whenever the men have business and even sometimes when they don’t.
“We haven’t cut the cake yet,” I reply.
“I’d rather eat you.”
“Fine.” I sigh, acting like it’s a major inconvenience even if we both know nothing could be further from the truth.
A moment later, he sweeps me off my feet, carrying me out of the ballroom. Everyone in attendance hoots and hollers. He carries me down the long hallway of the local hotel we rented for our formal bonding ceremony, until we are in the elevator. I place kisses down his neck, working to get his baby blue tie loose.
“I need you to behave for two minutes and explain how the fuck I get you out of this dress once we’re in the room.”
I can’t hold back my laughter. I knew when I bought it that he was going to struggle. It is fitted with a corset that laces up in the back. The skirt has a little body to it but not too much. Instead of explaining how to divest me of the layers, I nibble at the flesh below his ear, knowing it will drive him crazy.
“Woman,” he growls, striding from the elevator to our suite.
I don’t know how, but he inserts the key, kicks the door open, and strides inside without missing a beat. I find my back pressed against the closed door as Malichai presses his lips against mine, kissing me until my toes curl in my heels.
“I want you out of this fucking thing,” he demands. “I swear to God I am going to let my dragon rip it off with his claws.”
A shiver works its way through me at the thought. “Do it.”
He stares at me. “Are you sure?”
“Just cut the ribbons on my back and the dress will fall off,” I explain.
Malichai puts me down on my feet before turning me to face the door. I listen to him move around behind me, his dragon at the forefront breathing heavily against my neck. I press my hands against the door hoping to give him better access.
“Stay still.” His voice is a distorted rumble, his dragon showing his presence.
I hear the ribbon give way under the sharp talons of his dragon before the dress pulls away from my frame, slides down my body, and pools on the ground around my feet.
“Fuck,” Malichai hisses behind me. His hands caress my ass, kneading at the globes. “If I knew you weren’t wearing any underwear you never would have made it to the reception.”
I moan low as his fingers work through my folds, spreading my arousal everywhere.
“Keep your hands against the door,” he murmurs in my ear. I listen as he lowers the zipper on his pants. “I’m going to fuck you against the door in nothing but those sexy-ass heels.”
“Yes,” I moan as he notches the head of his cock to my entrance.
Slowly, torturously, he slides his erection into me. His pace is measured, and I know he is trying to make this last, but I don’t want slow and soft. Not right now.
“Is this what sex is going to be like now that we’re formally bonded?” I ask, pushing his buttons.
“Excuse me?” His voice is low and gravelly.
“I thought you wanted to fuck your mate.”
“Fucking brat.”
He lands a blow to my right ass cheek before upping his tempo. He pounds into me, holding my hips tightly. It only takes a few minutes until we are both tumbling headlong into our orgasms and landing in a tangled heap together on the floor.
“I love you, Mrs. Black,” Malichai murmurs against the crown of my head.
“And I love you, Mr. Black.”
The End