Epilogue Nyx
The mountains are absolutely gorgeous. The leaves are the perfect warm hues of fall.
Reds, oranges, and golden yellows tint the warm sunlight as it disappears behind the mountains.
The music is a dull hum in the background as I watch the stars start to twinkle in the light hues of purple of the night.
The warm arms of my husband wrap around me, his black dress shirt sleeves rolled up above his elbows. His fresh tattoo is on full display. A black heart, with today’s date, and all three of our names wind through it in a bright red color, the flesh still pink around it.
“I love you, Wifey.” Demitri whispers in my ear.
“I love you too, Husband.” A warm smile lines my face.
The night after they asked me to marry them, they told me about how they had already talked about Demitri making me his wife, but Graham still wanted to commit himself to me.
We had a gorgeous wedding in the Olympic Mountains; with all of our friends and family.
My dress a white wedding dress with black lace overlay, and red accents to match the gorgeous ring Demitri had picked out for me.
After everyone moved to the reception, the small group of us, including Kyra, Cal, Jason, Alyra, and David went to a clearing, a short walk from the venue.
Here, we had a handfasting ceremony that bound the three of us together for always.
“Come, Little Fox. Graham and I have a surprise for you.” He leads me away from the sunset to our little secluded cabin on the side of this mountain.
Lifting the layers of lace and tulle to climb the steps just moments before I am scooped up by Demitri, bridal style. He carries me up the stairs and across the threshold.
“Put me down, Demon.” I laugh.
“Never, not till you are in our bed.” He walks into the bedroom and my jaw drops.
The room lit completely by the glow of hundreds of electric candles.
Deep red rose petals line the top of the king-size bed.
Demitri sets me gently on my feet, just as Graham walks out of the bathroom in just his black boxer briefs.
The skin tight material clinging to him, giving me a preview of everything.
“There is our beautiful bride.” Graham stalks across the floor like a predator who has spotted his prey. “Have I told you yet today how absolutely stunning you are?”
I softly nod my head. Between the two of them, I don’t go more than a few moments without them reminding me throughout the day.
Both of them are now standing on either side of my body.
Demitri uses his pointer finger to drag my gaze up to his.
I am addicted to their attention. He brings his lips crashing to mine.
Our kiss at the altar was way more PG-13 than the one happening now.
He breaks our kiss before pushing my head over to Graham’s waiting lips. They both taste like the expensive champagne we have been toasting with all night. The bubbles and alcohol warm my stomach.
Hands rove my body, unlacing the corset back of my dress. The fabric slips down to pool at my feet, and then a gasp leaves Demitri, causing Graham to break our kiss.
“Have you been completely bare under this dress all day?” Demitri takes my face gently between his large palms.
“Yes, Sir.” My skin flushes at the heat in his eyes. His fingers trail down my neck, my breasts all the way to my dripping pussy.
“This has been just here, waiting for us to discover, like a treasure chest just waiting to be unearthed.” His voice is so full of lust and wanting, it causes shivers to run down my body.
“Oh, Little Witch.” Graham drags my attention to him. “Had we known you were just dying for us, we would have found a tree to fuck you against.” He lowers his head to take a peaked nipple in his mouth.
They both push me gently, until my knees hit the edge of the bed and I lie down. Demitri takes his place between my thighs, and I hear Graham dragging a chair across the floor to give himself a front row seat to my pleasure. His boxers have been discarded on the floor with my wedding dress.
“Watch me.” Demitri commands, and I drag my gaze from Graham slowly stroking his hard length, and meet Demitri’s eyes as he starts to slowly strip out of his wedding attire.
The pace at which he removes each individual cufflink is enough torture to be against the Geneva Convention, I swear. As each button comes undone, my breathing gets shallower. Demitri’s shirt finally hits the floor, and my breath hitches as his hands lower to his belt.
“Fuck, Demon. This has got to be worse than any torture I have ever endured. Please get naked.” I beg.
“Oh baby, this is just the beginning.” Demitri gives me an evil smirk before he dives in, devouring me like he would willingly die by suffocation between my thighs.
I will gladly spend the rest of my life loving these men. They have shown me that our broken pieces are what makes us beautiful. They have given me a family within Devil Dog I could only dream of, and they will always protect me.
To our happily ever after.