Wedding Ever After
I always likedJune growing up. I loved the feeling of the summer sun sinking into already baked skin while I cannon-balled into pools, or played whatever sports my parents could sign me up for.
Fortuitous that now I stand in a crisp suit, on a cloudy day in the middle of June, marrying the two people I love more than I could have ever fathomed I was capable.
We completed the mating bond over a year ago but wanted to have a proper wedding to celebrate with our families. Now, all our parents, siblings, and closest friends watch as the three of us say our vows in a grassy, tree-lined field in the middle of Ohio. We could’ve done a wedding in the city, but Caleb has a gaggle of siblings with approximately five thousand nieces and nephews all located in his hometown, so a destination wedding was in order (even if that destination was the Midwest).
“And Grant, do you take these two to be your wife and husband, your bonded packmates, to have and to hold as long as you all shall live?” Caleb’s dad asks me, the last of the three.
“Absolutely,” I say, then correct myself. “I do. Of course.”
Caleb, the sap, has tears welling in his eyes. Alice, too. I love them.
And, alright, I’ve cried off and on like a baby all afternoon—full of the most unbelievable love and excitement, feeling both mine and theirs through our bond.
My pack.
I’m too busy staring at them to hear that my now-father-in-law has given us permission to kiss each other. Caleb kisses Alice first, yanking her to him and dipping her back before doing the same to me, fusing his mouth to mine in a grinning kiss. When we break apart, I kiss Alice, and then pull them both to my chest in a strangling sort of hug.
Our families clap and cheer, the photographer is running around snapping photos, and this is when the heavy clouds that have threatened rain all afternoon open up on us. It’s not a slow sprinkle, the sky goes from cloudy to pouring in under a minute.
The raindrops are massive. Some might call a downpour on your wedding day a bad omen, but I know better—with the warm rain soaking Alice’s red hair, splashing on her bare shoulders, and sinking quickly into Caleb’s and my suits, it feels like a gift. Alice just laughs and grins, and kisses each of us, rain wetting her pink lips.
“Let’s move inside!” Caleb says loud enough for our guests to hear, and they all chuckle and cheer and otherwise run for cover in the venue. Our photographer, bless her, keeps snapping photos of everyone, a plastic cover already fitted over her camera. Some of our nieces and nephews dip their heads back to catch water on their tongues, and Alice plants kisses on each of their heads as we walk with our families to the large room the reception is already set up. Before we can get too far into the building, Alice grabs for each of our hands and tugs me and Caleb decidedly away from it all.
“Where are you going?” Alice’s sister—now my sister-in-law—Olivia calls.
“To dry off!” Alice yells over her shoulder, rushing us along faster. “Fifteen minutes!”
If Olivia doesn’t believe her, she doesn’t press, leaving the three of us to sneak off giggling like teenagers as Alice leads us down a hallway and then up a flight of stairs.
She pulls us into a room that looks mostly like the room we got changed in, but bigger and with makeup and hair tools strewn over the counter. The bridal suite, if I had to guess from her sneakers pushed up against the wall next to a duffel I recognize.
Once we’re all inside, Alice locks the handle and leans back against the door for a moment, her eyes bright as she beams at us. Her neck and chest are flushed, skin damp from the rain, and her long red hair is already frizzing and showing its natural curl from the rain, the smooth hairstyle she had for the ceremony replaced by how we like her best: just as she is.
The rain pelts the old building, pattering on the roof above us and against the panes of the large windows in the room. Caleb switches on a lamp that casts a yellow glow.
“Hey,” he breaks the silence and we both give him our attention. His face is taken over by a grin, “I just got married.”
“Me too,” Alice says, and closes the space between them, planting a kiss on his lips. I could watch them like this for hours.
“Hey, let it be known that I just got married too,” I say, and they break apart already laughing—there’s a giddiness about us now that the ceremony is over. We wanted a mostly simple wedding, but even still, it was months in the making, Alice and Lily approaching the planning like they would any creative marketing project: with acute attention to detail and creativity. Then, of course, sending it to Caleb to check for spelling errors.
Now, though, all that’s left is to enjoy the day, celebrate with loved ones, and then head straight to the airport tomorrow to enjoy a long honeymoon..
Alice drags Caleb behind her, then places a palm on my chest and pushes until I fall back onto the floral-patterned settee.
She leans over me and presses soft lips on mine, but when I go to deepen the kiss, she pulls back, looking all too cheeky about it.
“I’m soaked,” she says.
This paints a picture in my mind that has me adjusting my immediately thickening dick in my pants because thinking about Alice Walton naked will never not make me react like a fifteen year old boy. “You two sit while I change.”
Caleb shrugs off his suit coat and drapes it over the back of a chair before joining me to watch our wife pat her neck and shoulders with a little white towel. I settle my palm on his thigh as we do and he leans over to kiss my cheek, my neck, my shoulder.
“What are you changing into, sweetheart?” Caleb asks.
Alice tugs a zipper down on the side of her dress and the bodice loosens.
“It was supposed to be a surprise, but Lily convinced me to get a reception dress for uninhibited dancing purposes.” She points to a clothes rack where sure enough another white dress hangs, this one made up of about 65% less fabric.
“I love you in white,” Caleb says.
We both watch every movement as she begins to shimmy the gown down her torso before stepping out of the skirt. All she wears now is a pair of silky white panties—no bra.
I don’t know why I didn’t expect that the very strapless wedding gown wouldn’t have a built-in bra, but here we are.
Lord.
Caleb sits forward, eyes on our mate, all sorts of hot desire shooting through our bond, ping-ponging off my own.
Alice feels it too, I know, because she looks over her shoulder with no shortage of mischief sparking behind her eyes. It’s that glint I know too well—the one she gets when she’s about to suggest something exceptionally naughty, like a mid-day blow job when I’m trying to focus on work (work assigned by her, mind you).
Minx.
She leans back against the counter, her chest still fully bared to us. The three of our scents are filling the room. She smells like geranium and tangerine. The first time I scented her in the stairwell on that cold November day I thought I’d just found my perfect spring. She still is.
“Well now, you can”t go out there with those, can you?”
Her eyes flit to our crotches were sure enough mine and Caleb’s erections both fight against the fabric. Caleb groans and lets his head hit the wall behind the couch with a light thud.
“I suppose we can”t,” I say. My voice is already like gravel. It”s a wonder I can speak at all with her standing so prettily in front of us. “What do you suggest, wife?”
Her eyes flame and the smile she gives is almost devious. She turns to meet Caleb’s eyes, which are as hungry and desperate as they always are when it comes to our Omega.
“Caleb, baby, I think our husband needs some help.”
“But—”
“I might guess we have fifteen minutes before they come looking for us,” Alice says. “Five of which we will need to get put back together. So. . .”
Caleb wastes no time turning to me and unbuttoning my slacks to take me out. He”s always been so good at following directions. I meet Alice”s eyes over Caleb’s head, then shudder at the feeling of Caleb’s hand immediately pumping my cock, his grip slipping over my knot and then sliding over my head which is already so sensitive.
Alice watches us like we”re her favorite show. She saunters over, the perfect picture of innocence written on her face before she puts her hand over Caleb’s to pause his movements. She inclines her head at his pants, and after buffering for a few seconds, he shuffles clumsily out of his own slacks; his cock now bobbing free between Alice and me.
Always so eager.
We await Alice”s next direction. She doesn”t often take charge of us both, and it drives me nuts when she does. I war with the instinct to take control, but then always have the fucking climax of my life when I do let her hold the reins for a while. She meets my eyes, then looks at Caleb’s cock and back.
I give her a wink before pushing my husband back on the couch and dropping my mouth to his cock, the one I”ve loved so well for so many years. I suck him greedily, trying to take him as far as I can until his knot is stretching my lips.
I feel his hands settle on my neck, one on my arm. He grips me hard, but still shows the restraint he keeps so well. Caleb always tries to keep from tugging my hair or thrusting into my throat—ever polite, ever good—but making him lose his grip on that control is my favorite thing in the world. Alice”s too, I know.
The thought makes me suck harder.
“Careful,” Alice warns. “He might not be able to take much more of you when you move like that.”
She grips my mate’s swelling knot while I work on the head. Hard, I would guess if the sounds coming out of Caleb are any indicator. I love to hear Caleb whimper and feel his knees quake as a taste of pre cum touches my tongue. I groan too and reach to relieve my own throbbing cock, but Alice moves my hand away before I can.
She pulls on my shoulders until I am no longer bent over Caleb. “Caleb, kneel on the couch, baby,” Alice says.
He does as she says, kneeling so my mouth can reach him again if I twist to my side. Alice crawls onto my lap, her little panties hanging off her ankle as her legs straddle mine.
“We are rapidly running out of minutes,” I say before taking one of her tits into my mouth, circling my tongue around her nipple and then scraping my teeth over it.
“No knotting then,” she says, breathless herself. “We all come, and then we get dressed, and then we go to our little party?—”
“Our wedding reception?” Caleb interjects.
“Mhm, that—and we’ll dance and eat cake and not stay a single minute after 9 PM so we can go back to our hotel and fuck as much as we please.”
Alice takes my absentmindedly thrusting hips as a yes and sinks in one fluid motion onto my cock.
Shit, she”s wet.
“Baby,” I moan.
Caleb watches the place where she and I are joined in a way that makes me believe he”s possessed.
“Suck our husband, Grant,” she says, her hand moving my head towards him.
I do, swallowing him to his knot, and he also can’t help but thrust for more sensation.
“Good boy,” she starts grinding on me bouncing slowly, and I groan.
It’s usually Caleb that is weak in the knees for a good boy, but I am not immune.
Our scents are saturating the room. We’ll have to open the windows to air it out, everyone will smell the sex on us if we can’t find a bottle of deodorizer around here somewhere, but I can”t bring myself to care as Caleb seeks pleasure in my mouth and Alice on my cock. It’s frenzied moments like this, all of us moving on our own and as one together, that I understand fully why fate would have the three of us together.
There’s no fighting something so perfect.
Alice rides me, taking me all the way to the knot without letting that part of me slip inside of her. It’s a torture, but only serves to make me harder as I imagine all the ways we’ll get to have her for the next two weeks on our honeymoon.
She reaches down to her clit and rubs circles on it, the tips of her fingers brushing my cock as she does.
“I’m close,” Caleb pants. I watch as well as I can as he leans down to kiss our wife, smearing her lipstick as he devours her mouth. I grip his knot to encourage this feverish energy and it’s then that his hips buck against me, spilling his come into my mouth with his uncoordinated movements.
The sounds of his climax, Alice’s breathy moans, and our bodies slapping together are all too lewd for me to think straight, and my hips start bucking into her from beneath, seeking my own release. With her fingers and my cock, she comes first, thank fuck, and the way she clamps down on me sends me right over with her.
When we tumble together one after the next in this way, our mating bond seems to hum between us; a sated feeling seeping over our limbs, love and pleasure all shared with one another.
I finish lapping at Caleb’s cock, then let my head fall back with a heavy, contented sigh. The other two follow suit, the three of us making a content, post-coital pile on the couch we’ve just defiled. Rain still thuds against the building, loud enough to rival our breathing.
“Holy shit,” Caleb says and begins to chuckle. It’s infectious, now we’re all laughing together again. I’ve already cried enough today, but my eyes burn at how wonderful this all is; this stolen moment with my two loves, our other loved ones listening to live music and probably picking at appetizers as they wait to celebrate with us.
Speaking of?—
“Times up,” Alice says with a dreamy sort of sigh as she climbs off me. Thankfully the bridal suite is fitted with a bathroom and, yep, a can of generic deodorizer that will at least dull the heady scent of sex on us. Not sure what to do about Alice, though, whose neck and chest are flushed red like a sunburn beneath her freckles.
She works some kind of magic on her makeup, removing and replacing her lipstick with one that’s dark red before changing into the reception dress, which looks like a fancy, knee-length slip. Unbelievably hot.
“Lily was right that you very much needed that dress,” Caleb says, eyes fixed on our mate’s body. “Remind me to include that note in her thank you card.”
Alice does a little spin, showing off her ass, then swats us away when we try to pull her to us for another round of what we just finished.
“Incorrigible,” she mutters with a smirk. Her look is completed with white sneakers and a quick rake of her fingers through her hair upside down until it’s back to its usual frizzy glory.
I adore everything about her.
Caleb and I ditch our damp suit coats and the three of us take one last look in the mirror, squeezing one another’s hands before leaving the room where, sure enough, Olivia is climbing the stairs to find us.
She stops on the steps when she sees that we are already on our way and squints at us.
“First of all, you’re welcome for being the only one smart enough to bring a deodorizer,” Olivia says. Alice bites her upper lip and lets out a stifled giggle. “Second, we do kind of need the grooms and bride to start the party officially, so can we show a little hustle?”
Alice salutes her sister before bringing her in for a tight hug. They go arm in arm down the stairs and toward the reception, debriefing on the schedule for the next three hours. They talk faster than I really try to catch up with; they’ve always had their own kind of language.
Caleb slips his hand into mine and the gesture still warms my heart after a decade of knowing each other. We’ve come a long way on this road to our complete pack.
“I love you,” he says. I halt our progress towards the reception, cupping my hands on either side of his face and pulling his lips to mine. I don’t care how many times we’ve kissed today, I’ll kiss him a hundred times more before the day is done and it still won’t be enough.
Caleb beams at me, those dark eyes soft on mine. His scent, so warm and comforting, lingers on my skin with Alice’s. I would have it no other way.
“Ahem,” Olivia calls. When we look down the hall, a soft smile lifts Alice’s lips. She inclines her head towards the large room where our friends and family await to celebrate our union. We follow, and really, we’ll follow her anywhere.