Chapter 47
Alanna
Maybe it hadn’t been a good idea to spring the garter toss on the guys.
They had opted to keep that part secret because they thought it would be hilarious. They knew the males wouldn’t hesitate to refuse if they truly didn’t want to do it, and their faces when they realized what was happening would have been funny.
And it had been.
Right up until the moment Survii’s gaze turned predatory, the lights dimmed, and his red eyes glowed as he stalked towards her like a beast on the hunt. His tie was wrapped around his fist, the ends dangling, like a threat.
Excitement rushed up her body as she leaned back in the chair, scooting closer to the edge. Putting herself in an easy position for him to reach the lace and ribbon garter tied around her thigh.
So close to her pussy, she might feel his breath.
Survii kept his eyes on her as he lowered himself to his knees. Tail up. Strong body gliding towards her, even crouched down low. Someone whistled in the crowd and Alanna’s face burned with both embarrassment and excitement.
Part of her had been unsure if she wanted to go through with this, but the larger part wanted to see him exactly like this. On the prowl. On a mission.
Sexy and dangerous.
He reached forward but didn’t grab her skirt.
Instead, he took her leg, the one she had pushed furthest forward since that was the leg the garter was wrapped around.
He caressed upward, the hand holding his tie sliding smoothly under her skirt.
The very tips of his claws just barely scratching along the skin of her foot, then her ankle. Up her calf.
Alanna shivered as her breathing deepened.
Survii grinned, no doubt amused by her reaction.
He lowered his head even as he lifted her foot.
Lips pressing to the top of it, between the straps of her heeled sandals, he trailed up and, with a little help from his hand, under her skirt.
Sliding in closer. Moving up further. The gathered crowd hollered and cheered lewdly as the bump of his head slid under her skirt – letting no one have any doubt at all about where he was located.
He didn’t go over her legs, as she expected.
He pushed himself between them, forcing her to spread them wider to make room.
His head was even with her thighs now. His tongue darted out to lick along her skin and she had to force herself not to react – to jump or to moan – as he continued upward. Ever closer.
Her pussy was dripping. She could feel her own wetness soaking her panties. He had to see it, even as dim as it must be under the fabric.
His tongue fluttered along the skin around the garter.
Teasing her as the bump in her skirt moved this way and that, acting like he was having difficulty getting hold of the stretchy fabric.
She felt the scratch of his fangs, a tiny bite that made her pant even as he was licking up the little drop of blood that must be welling up.
It seemed like he teased her for an eternity, but it could only have been a few seconds, before he hooked his fang around the belt and pulled.
But he didn’t come out like she expected. Instead, she felt his hand on her thigh, followed a moment later by cool silk moving across her skin.
Using his teeth and the hand she could see moving along the outside of her thigh – once again giving the impression that he was having difficulty and was trying to use his hand to assist – she felt the distinct tightening of what she realized was his tie.
He was using it to replace the garter, tying it around her thigh.
Leaving part of himself behind even as he moved down, once again sliding his fang under the garter, then pulling.
He emerged, victorious, the fabric clenched in his teeth, giving her a wild-eyed look as the crowd cheered his accomplishment.
Alanna struggled to breathe, staring at him through hooded eyes as he watched, lifting her foot, caressing her calf as he pulled the garter the rest of the way off.
Alanna could barely stand. Acutely aware of the strength of the tie around her leg. Marking her. Binding her.
Then, Peony was there, giving her the bouquet she was meant to toss – a much smaller version of the large one she had actually walked down the aisle with. The sight of it startled her back into the present and she smiled at her maid of honor.
The single ladies were summoned to the floor, prompting a rush of giggling, excited females. Some of whom were tossing Tuvo looks. As the only single domini male in attendance, it wasn’t unusual. Alanna was even happy to see it. That meant minds were drifting towards cross-species mating already.
But she couldn’t feel too good, because she saw Hattie noticing their looks as well, and though her smile didn’t change, her aura certainly did.
She had been alternatively tense and happy through the whole evening – depending on how close she was to Keith at any given time.
Her, hopefully still, ex was at the bar getting a drink at the moment though.
And Hattie was making no attempts to join the single ladies.
“Aren’t you going?” Alanna asked, holding the bouquet close.
Hattie gave her a quick smile. “Oh, I never catch that thing.”
“You’re certainly never going to if you don’t try.”
Hattie’s smile flickered only a moment as yearning and indecision warred in her aura. She really wanted the chance, but something was holding her back.
“Is it Keith?” Alanna asked softly.
“Huh?”
“Are you two back together or something?”
“What? No!” Hattie shook her head quickly. “It’s not that. He just wanted to come and talk to me. I couldn’t say no.”
“You very easily could have.” Alanna held up the bouquet. “Come on. Don’t you want the luck to catch your own mate? It’s right here for you.”
Hattie looked torn and sad. Alanna waited for her to explain why but, after a second, her shoulders slumped, and resignation stained her expression.
“Okay. Yeah, sure. I’ll go give it a shot.”
“That’s the spirit.” Alanna beamed as she finally walked off to join the other girls in the crowd. All of them grinning and jostling for a place closer to the front.
Alanna couldn’t help but immediately turn, checking out Tuvo. Just as she thought, all three of his eyes were solidly locked on Hattie as she came to stand with the others. Dare she say, he even looked a little relieved to see her amongst the unclaimed females.
Alanna took her position and brought the bouquet up. Smiling, she whispered to the flowers, “You know what to do, little guys. Our girl needs a pick me up.”
She looked over her shoulder, smiling as she teased the others with a few fake toss attempts – really just gauging where Hattie was standing.
Her friend looked a bit uncomfortable, but after a second, seemed to solidify her decision and readied her hands, staring determinedly at the meaningful little bushel of flowers.
Alanna turned away again. She bounced the flowers back. Once. Twice.
With a small grunt, she tossed the bouquet over her head. She turned even before she knew it had time to fly.
She didn’t know how the domini didn’t believe in fate.
Like the flowers had been hand delivered to her, the bouquet fell right into Hattie’s outstretched hands.
The other girls – all much taller than her – had pushed her to the front.
To their detriment as now it was harder for them to snatch it out of the air.
The few that did attempt it missed completely.
Hattie looked shocked to find the bouquet suddenly clutched between her fingers. The crowd cheered for her as a bright smile broke over her face. The melancholy vanished as she clutched the bouquet close, like it really was a token of good fortune.
Then, the single males were called up to do the same. Tuvo did not attempt to join them.
Not that it really mattered, because Survii missed the point entirely. He took the garter and, without turning, just tossed it right to Tuvo. The other male caught it – apparently more by reflex than anything – then stared at the fabric like it was some magical thing he couldn’t comprehend.
The party laughed and clapped, a few ribbed Survii good-naturedly for not understanding what he was supposed to do. But he was an alien, and they hadn’t explained this to him beforehand, so they really couldn’t be mad.
Alanna returned to her husband, putting her arms around him. “You were supposed to toss it without looking like I did.”
Survii smirked. “Was I? Oh, no. How tragic.”
Startled, she leaned back. “You did that on purpose?”
Survii winked. “I told you, domini make their own fortune.”
He gestured with his head, and she turned. Tuvo was holding the garter tight, but he was staring across the room at Hattie. She was back in her seat at the front table, staring at the bouquet with a distant look in her eyes.
“Think he got the hint?” She asked softly.
“He’ll figure it out sooner or later. That’s up to them though. Now, let me dance with my wife again.”
Alanna almost forgot the tie around her leg, but it was immediately brought back to the forefront of her mind as they began moving across the dance floor. Every time her legs came back together or shifted against each other, the knot rubbed between her thighs. Teasing her. Arousing her.
“Can we be done?” She asked, panting as she leaned against him.
Survii needed no further encouragement.
Though there should have been a formal leaving for the couple, he didn’t bother. He lifted her up, like a bride, immediately earning a few wolf whistles and cheers. It could hardly be a secret what he intended when he marched with her from the hall.
But she couldn’t bring herself to care.
Her arm was around his back, her other hand running through his hair, mussing it from its carefully set style, as her lips teased at his ear. He growled, making her shiver in the best way, as he took her straight to the car waiting to transport them to the hotel.
There was going to be a big presentation tomorrow.
Kind of like a public reception as this one had been private – over a hundred of her closest friends and family.
At tomorrow’s party, they would be meeting with even more world leaders and accepting congratulations on behalf of Earth.
It was, essentially, a business affair, whereas this reception had been only about fun and love.
Because Survii had absolutely refused to allow such things as bureaucracy touch their wedding. The rest of Earth had no choice but to wait until tomorrow to celebrate with them.
Then, after that, they would be off on their honeymoon. A private, tropical island was waiting for them to frolic and play and fornicate out in the sun as they desired – a gift from a billionaire who had essentially traded it in exchange for an invite here. A trade she had been happy to make.
Until then, their wedding night was all theirs. And she was already on her way to getting started as she kissed and nibbled along his ear and jaw.
In the back of the car, in flagrant disregard of the law, Survii pushed her down against the back seat, getting his revenge by sucking and marking her neck as their driver, behind the privacy screen, pretended to not notice what was going on behind him.
His fangs scratched her again. Drawing just a drop of blood that he lapped up like a druggie getting a desperate hit of his favorite high. A tiny dose of aphrodisiac that made his cock throb against her thigh as he humped against her, unable to help himself.
The driver took them right down to the private entrance of the hotel.
Survii opened the door with his tail and scooted out backwards.
He grabbed her ankles and yanked her after him, up against his chest where he recaptured her lips as her thighs wrapped around him – that damn tie tightening around her from the stretch.
Inside the elevator, he shoved her back against the wall and ravished her without a single concern as they were transported up.
No one would come here, but she knew that there were cameras.
There was still someone watching as he ground his crotch against hers, simulating a deep, slow fucking and making her moan and tremble.
“Please, Survii,” she begged, desperate for release.
He only laughed, pulling her off the wall even before the elevator dinged, the doors opening. “Such an impatient female. And so selfish. Only wanting your own pleasure. Think of your poor mate that you’ve made suffer with your little garter stunt.”
She moaned, rubbing against him – the tie shifting with each movement of her hips. It was both too close and too far from her clit.