Chapter 24
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
SIRE
I’m a very dark and twisted man for what I’m about to do.
I’m not even embarrassed when the minister excuses herself. With all my years of service here, I’ve earned this sacred sin.
The guitar player packs up while the photographer takes a few photos, and I fight for patience. Holding Wren’s hand, my wife’s hand, has my instincts raging to have her.
Now.
My mother protests, wanting us to join her for the dinner she’s planned, but my brothers smirk at me, understanding.
“Let’s take a raincheck, our queen.” Axel appeases Mom. “We have the rest of our lives to celebrate their union.”
He cuts me an evil grin before leaning down to peck Wren’s cheek. “Welcome to the family, our little poisonous princess. We’re honored to have you.”
Wren beams, blushing at my brother’s kiss. One by one, they press their lips to her cheek and offer praise, admiring my wife.
It really stirs my cock when it shouldn’t.
Delphine pulls Wren into a hug. “Call me tomorrow. You will have woman questions and I will help. Oui?”
“Yes.” Wren nods, and my dick swells more, knowing that after tonight, I’ll leave Wren with no question about who she belongs to.
Adding to the fire in my veins, Delphine nods to me. “I left your bag under the second pew, my king.”
“Your bag?” Wren wonders.
“Don’t question your husband,” I joke.
“I’m Nick, and congratulations.” My sweetest brother introduces himself with a kiss to Wren’s forehead. “Sire’s praise didn’t do you justice. You’re breathtaking.” He punches my arm. “And a saint for loving this devil.”
“Ouch.” The fucker’s so strong that actually hurt. I rub it, laughing. “Don’t you have a quarterback to sack somewhere?”
“I got his sack right here.”
Zar teases, proudly holding Nick’s hand as he kisses my cheek. “My second king,” his bearded lips linger over my flesh, “always a pleasure to see you.”
He pulls back, and I catch Nick, amused by his man before Zar adds, “Your stunning wife is as hot as a two-dollar pistol. Hurry up and make her a queen, so we can play.”
“Play?” Wren questions again.
Zar turns to her, gently cupping her bare shoulders. “You have questions for me, I know. Let me take you to a queen’s lunch this week, and I’ll tell you everything.”
“It’s a date.” Wren beams.
And it’s a loving, lecherous jolt I get, recalling Zar’s initiation and how he’ll tell Wren about it.
How he’ll tell her that I took him hard and from behind. How I stood, bending him over and grabbing his shoulders. How he begged me to breed him and pound him until he came on the table. But how I didn’t come. I refused to, knowing Wren was waiting in bed for me.
Lastly, and in the opposite of least, is my mother, pulling me into a hug. “Please, Sergei,” tears choke her voice, “no more sacrifices, my sweet son. You’re finally in love, and you deserve it.”
“Thanks, Mom.” I peck her cheek with love and guilt warring inside me.
Yes, I’ll give Wren all the love she deserves, but I’m not done sacrificing until I make everything right.
Lovingly, Mom grabs my chin. “Be gentle with her.”
“I’ll die before I hurt her.”
Her voice softens, worried, “Please use lube and go slow.”
I can’t believe my mom is giving me advice on how to take my wife’s virginity tonight.
Then again, I’m making it damn obvious I’m about to do it. Right here. In my church. The visions won’t stop until I do.
“Wren, dear.” Mom pulls her into a hug. “I owe you a big reception. You just say when.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Yes, Mom.” She gently corrects her, and Wren’s dark lashes flutter, blinking back tears.
“Yes, Mom. Thank you.”
Damn, I don’t think my heart can take much more.
I cried at the stunning sight of Wren in that dress and veil. I didn’t care if my brothers saw me do it; Wren is so goddamn beautiful and all mine.
Then, I choked back tears when she cried at my family, becoming hers. She’ll never be alone again.
I don’t know how I made it through our wedding when my soul ached to seize every moment with Wren, right then, all at once, and forever.
God, this is love.
And goddamn, I need her. “Everyone, leave. Now.”
Silently, I hold Wren’s hands at the altar until we’re alone.
Once the door slams behind Axel, she gazes up at me. “Are we really going to—”
“Yes.” I cup her jaw. “I can’t stop the vision. I’ve had it since I met you. How I’m supposed to make you my wife right here.”
She glances at my pulpit, the altar, then the cross. “Isn’t it a sacrilege?”
“To consummate my marriage with my wife? To let God witness our union?”
She lowers her voice, grinning. “To fuck? In a church?”
I chuckle. May her mouth never find a filter.
“If we were standing outside, in God’s true church, and I laid you on the grass, right there after our wedding, and made you my wife, would it be sacrilegious?”
“No,” she sighs. “It would be beautiful.”
“Well, then.” I seek her lips. “I owe you fucking in a field of flowers, too.”
I’m doing this. I have to. When I get these visions, they don’t stop until I fulfill them.
Once again. Is it God or the Devil telling me to do this?
Once again. I don’t care.
Softly, I kiss her. “Wait here.”
“Where are you going?”
“To turn off the lights and security cameras.”
The candelabras still flicker from our ceremony as I aim for the sacristy room beside the sanctuary. Here, we store our vestments and get ready for service. We also control the lights and cameras. I turn them off and return to find Wren, with her hands clasped and her head bowed toward the cross.
I gulp with a lump in my throat.
God, I know you exist because…
My angel is praying.
And she truly looks like one.
White, virginal lace shrouds her. Her dress. Her veil. Her pure face. Her immaculate body.
My soul is not mine. Neither is my heart nor body. It’s all hers and aching at the sight of my new wife.
Longingly, I approach her. “What are you praying for?”
With her eyes closed, she sighs, “For it not to hurt.”
“Come here.” I pull her into my arms. Holding her, I’m a storm of hard urges and soft emotions. “I’ll go slow. I can’t promise it won’t hurt, but I swear I’ll make it feel good, too.”
“How?” She’s sounding worried.
“Your fellow queen, Delphine, left us a few things.”
In quick steps, I grab the white, quilted satin bag that Delphine left hidden under the pew. I show Wren the heart tag with brIDE scripted in gold.
It makes her smile. “What’s in it?”
“Some items I asked another queen to get for us.”
Her eyes light up. “Like?”
“Like toys, lube…” I drop the bag beside us and lean down, hungrily kissing her neck. “Like I’m about to fuck you for the first time, my wife, and like hell if I won’t make you enjoy it, too.”
I gather her into my arms and carefully guide our bodies to the floor.
Evil and erotic sensations burst through my body at the sight of Wren veiled in white against the blood red carpet.
The candles flicker. The cross looms. The welcome weight of my new wedding band catches the light with my arms braced over her.
Her eyes glow, her gaze unknowing and trusting and … mine.
Mine.
Mine.
It flips the switch, and I kiss her. I kiss my wife, my Wren, my whole world is contained in this perfect woman.
In three breaths, she’s taking my kiss, too. She’s making my ears ring, my skin sweat, my erection is painful. She’s grabbing my tie and hair and wanting more. More.
Biting and kissing her neck, she cranes it open for me before I steam over her ear. “I’m going to fuck you in your wedding dress. I want my bride’s blood on my cock and soul. You’re going to take every inch of me into your tight virgin cunt until you’re my wife. Say I do.”
“Yes, Sire, I do. I will,” she sighs with new submission.
It’s the rush of blood I need. Lust slams through my bones, and I rip her tiny bodice down, threads and boning snapping in my grasp.
She gasps as I expose her. She moans when I circle my tongue around her hard nipple.
“Fuck, Wren. Your perfect little tits.” I tongue one and nip at it, too. “I’m going to suck them until I die.”
She rasps, “What about when I get preg—”
“Even better, Angel. Every inch and drop of you is mine now.”
The thought of tasting her blood, her milk, her cum; I’m addicted. I’m abhorrent.
I’m hers.
I tongue and suck her nipples, kissing the butterfly tattoo over her heart, too, until she’s bowing her back. “Sire, please.”
“You want to come while I suck your pretty nipples, my angel?” I latch on, hard, making her cry out. Plopping my lips off, I boast, “I’ve made you come like this before. You’re such a dirty girl when I suck your tits.”
“Please.” She yanks at my jacket. “Please, I want to feel you, too.”
“You want to feel your husband?”
Bracing on one hand, I grab hers with my other and cup it over my soaring erection. “This is what you do to your husband, Wren. You make me so hard, I can come in my pants for you.”
Rising on my knees, I loosen my tie until I can yank it off. Shrugging off my jacket, I toss it aside before I do the same to my vest.
Unbuttoning my shirt, I gaze down at her, wanting me, and my nostrils flare, fighting for restraint.
She looks so pure, but she’s giving me that fuck-me expression. Her exposed breasts heave with wanton breath. Dark curls, framed by white lace, spill around her. She’s ready and waiting for my cock, and my heart clenches.
“Fuck, Wren.” I leave my shirt hanging open. “I need to see all that’s mine.”
She chose a dress that’s perfect for her, for us. It’s simple, sacred, and soft white lace. It lets me lift the gossamer layers to her waist and salivate at what I see. “Damn, Angel. What are these?”
“Untie them,” she teases about the white lace panties I’m touching. They’re barely held in place with tiny strings tied in blue bows.
“Untie them? Fuck that.” I fist the lace, ripping them off.
Gazing at her virgin pussy about to be mine, two men wage a war inside me, and both want to fuck her in front of his pulpit.