Chapter 10 Nylah
Rael parked the van in the driveway and shook his head. “Should I hide it inside the garage?”
I almost considered it. “No. Leave it. We don’t have time for that right now.”
“We don’t?”
“Nope.”
I almost thought this wedding wouldn’t happen. After leaving the hospital, I learned that the caterer had found contaminated food and had to cancel the order. The flower order had been canceled. And everything seemed to have been on a collision course with disaster.
But my sister and Cam pulled it off. Mimi found another florist who could take an order at the last minute.
Cam managed to find another catering company, and this one was located in Henderson.
It just so happened to be an ol’ lady from the Devil’s Murder MC.
Bree did a phenomenal job. I would leave her a glowing review online.
I reached for Rael’s hand, threading our fingers. “This is the happiest day of my life, Rael. You. Me. Our forever linked to vows we made in front of all our friends, family, and the club. It feels perfect.”
“It does.” He leaned over to slide his hand along my jaw. “Let’s get inside. I’ve got a present for you.”
“I hope it’s you,” I teased as I turned to kiss his palm.
His only reply was a devilish grin.
Once I exited the van, he took my hand and led me into the house, locking the front door before we moved straight to the basement.
“Close your eyes,” he ordered softly, and I obeyed, closing out the world as I focused only on him, my trust in Rael absolute.
He led me down the stairs, going first and taking it slow so I wouldn’t trip. When we reached the bottom, his lips feathered across mine.
“Give me a minute. Wait there.”
“Okay.” Anticipation began to bloom in my stomach, and I wondered what sort of surprise he prepared for our wedding night. Sex with Rael was never boring. He was a generous lover, but also enjoyed rough play, and a little pain turned him on even more.
I’d dripped hot wax from candles more than once on his skin and even used nipple clamps on him. Scratched with my nails. Bit him playfully. My sexy bastard biker husband loved it all.
“You can look now.”
I blinked, slowly taking in the scene he prepared for us.
Rose petals were spread across the massive bed, startling red against the black, silky sheets.
Candles had been lit, illuminating the space, casting only enough light to create shadows around the room.
He’d bought many toys since we’d been together, and they were all on display, including the leather paddles and floggers Cameron had made for us.
She was quite skilled at working with leather and even made the club members’ cuts.
“It looks beautiful in here,” I murmured, finally pulling my gaze away from the décor and returning it to Rael. “It’s romantic. You did good.”
His chest puffed with pride. This man and his ego were too much. I adored him, and every part of him, including the Reaper and Berserker.
He lifted a finger and beckoned me forward, gesturing to the outfit I missed until now. The sexy lingerie was scarlet in color, sexy, and with a slit in the panties, easily accessible. It draped over the chair beside the bed that had restraints attached to the armrests and legs.
One of Rael’s favorite toys.
“Put it on, kitten.”
“Only if my husband is going to wear his leather pants and nothing else.”
He grinned. “Done.”
We both stripped, eyeing one another with growing arousal, the lust already darkening his eyes and causing my pulse to quicken.
As soon as I saw his big body bared to my gaze, the dark ink spreading across his shoulders and chest like the warrior marks they’d become, I had to clench my thighs from the slick arousal I could feel between them.
Everything about this man enticed and pleased me. He was a dark god. A virile pillar of strength and protection. But he cherished, loved, and pampered me. He was an equal partner in my life, giving us much as he took, if not more.
“What are you thinking about, my beloved?”
“You,” I admitted. “The man who has become my partner, but also the other half of my heart. You saved my sister. Hunted me when I was kidnapped. Spilled blood and killed for me. You’re a wonderful father to our babies.
And now? I get to keep you for the rest of my life.
” Tears stung my eyes because I didn’t realize until now how much this ring on my finger meant, how deeply those vows had affected me.
“I know I never told you this, but I wanted to be married to you for a long time now, Rael.”
“Nylah,” he choked, betraying a depth of emotion I never would have suspected.
He rushed forward, sweeping the tears from my cheeks before his mouth closed over mine, consuming me on the spot with a kiss that nearly knocked me on my ass. If he hadn’t been holding me, I probably would have toppled over.
We ended up falling backward on the bed, me with the lingerie barely in place and Rael, naked, never quite getting to his black leather pants because he’d been so distracted as he watched me.
His hips rolled and placed the bulge of his cock right up against my mound, driving into my clit as he began to move.
I gasped as his mouth trailed kisses down my neck, biting and licking at the skin like he had to taste and devour me at the same time and couldn’t decide which he preferred.
“You own me, Nylah. You have since the night we met,” he growled against my neck, teeth scraping my skin. “I’ve wanted to fuck and taste you since you punched me in the gut.”
I wrongly thought he was the one who assaulted Mimi at first, not realizing for several minutes that the blood on his body was a mixture of hers from her attack, and the men he’d taught a lesson to before he reaped their souls.
Rael slid down my body, pausing to stare at the lingerie, gliding his palm over the material, and finally spreading my legs wider so he could fit between them. “Fuck. This pussy. So wet and ready and needy for me.”
That was all he said before he dove face-first, nearly lifting me off the mattress in his eagerness, holding onto my hips as he began to feast. He never did things half-ass.
Rael was an all-or-nothing, full-throttle, always pushing the limits kind of guy.
It was no exception when it came to sex or him eating me out, using his teeth, tongue, and fingers to fill, lick, suck, and devour me like it was the last time he’d ever do it.
His enthusiasm sparked my lust to dizzying heights. He pumped his fingers hard, preparing me for his cock, and applying pressure to my clit. He brought me so close that I shuddered. My hips rolled, riding his face as I cried out his name.
And then he pulled away, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Not yet. You come when I’m inside you.”
I loved it when he took charge. But the loss of him, the empty ache that left me shivering from the cool air, and his lack of body heat also frustrated me.
His hand wrapped around his shaft, slowly stroking like we had all the time in the world. “So impatient,” he chided. “Play with your pretty little cunt. Show me that wetness gathered there.”
I slid my hand down my stomach, moaning at how sensitive I felt as I brushed over my clit, only stopping once I reached the sticky saliva from Rael’s mouth and the arousal clinging to my skin. I dipped two fingers inside me, needing his cock so badly I thought I might burst.
“Please,” I begged.
“What do you need, my lifeblood?”
“Fuck me. Make me come on your cock.”
He loved it when I described the dirty things I needed from him. Men were visual, and Rael was also stimulated by sound, including bedroom talk.
I let my voice drop to a sexy, husky volume. “Show me that big cock. I want to see it weeping for me.”
He groaned as he moved between my thighs again, lowering his body so that the tip rested at my entrance. He slowly slid the underside of his shaft over my pussy, bumping my clit, and I hissed.
“Stop teasing me, husband.”
He stilled. A grin spread his lips wide. “Say it again.”
As soon as I repeated the words, he slammed into me so hard that I saw stars. His engorged cock, all nine inches, thick, broad, and lethal, pounded into me. I heard the bed banging against the wall with every deliciously brutal thrust. I wasn’t going to last long.
But it didn’t matter. I knew this wouldn’t be the last time I came tonight.
My body jolted beneath him, and I gripped his shoulders, digging my nails into his inked skin as the pleasure rolled over and through me in waves, prolonged by the vigorous thrusting as Rael’s hips never slowed.
He held me to the mattress, both his Reaper and Berserker fucking me and taking turns before Rael shuddered and he filled me.
I felt the love of all three flowing into me as he said my name.
“I love you, Nylah Braxton. Until my last breath, and beyond.”
I slid my fingers around his, holding him to me as our breathing began to slow.
Sweat clung to our skin, drying in the cooler basement air.
His words stamped on my heart, making me whole.
I didn’t realize he was sewing up the last little tears in the muscle or repairing the damage of my past, how he was ensuring that no harm would ever come to my heart again.
Just one simple ceremony. A few vows spoken. And now . . . I was married, a wife, and a lifelong companion to my soulmate.
Braxton. My last name was now his. Shared. Cleaved.
It was all worth it. To end up here, together, united with no one and nothing able to separate us.
And I was going to enjoy this happily-ever-after.