“Oh, fuck!”
“Fuck yes,” I heard him growl out, sucking in a sharp breath as my sex clamped down around him, squeezing him tight, as if to protest the sudden invasion. “Mine.”
Rocking back into me, he ground our hips until my sharp gasps turned to soft, mewling cries for more, searching for my sweet spot.
“Enough. No. Now. There. Oh, god.” Pumping my hips up to meet him, mashing our bodies back together every time he thought to pull back, I reached down to dig my fingers into his ass cheeks, holding him in place.
“Demanding little mate,” I thought I heard him say on a chuckle, reaching back to take my hands in his. Lacing our fingers together, he grinned down at me as he brought one hand to his lips to kiss the back of it.
“And slamming me with your battering ram isn’t?” I shot back, equally as adamant, my hips swiveling as my ankles hooked low over his back, intent on finding my happy ending.
“You’re mine,” he said, as if in way of explanation, dropping our joined hands to the floor to lift his upper body. His hips pulled back despite my protests and he slid back into my depths. Muttering my name under his breath, he pulled back to thrust back in, building up his slow but sweet, sensuous torture until I was the one begging for him to go faster, harder, deeper.
“As you wish,” I finally heard him hiss, and I knew it wouldn’t be long.
Writhing on the floor, I shivered as his head dipped, a low, satisfied noise erupting from his throat. Tipping my head to the side, I exposed my neck in offering, my vampire lover’s fangs sliding into my throat oh so slowly as his tongue slid out to rasp across my flesh.
Spine tingling, I felt a wave of euphoria wash over me as that familiar tension coiling tight in my belly built and burst, and then I exploded.
Divit spent himself moments later, his cock pulsing and jerking as he emptied himself deep inside me. My name on his lips, his fangs slid loose and he kissed the side of my throat. Nuzzling his way up my neck, his dark head of messy hair brushing my cheek, we stayed like that, both of us content to just be.
“You know we have a lot of work ahead of us if you’re to convince your parents to follow us to some cheesy wedding chapel in Vegas, or wherever that sex hole Callie had sent us to was?” Divit’s fingers slid free of mine and he busied himself with the side of my ribs, smoothing along them to the top of my skirt.
“Fuck it.” Closing my eyes, I reached down to help him undo the side clasp, already guessing that’s what he was getting at. “Enthrall them. Better yet, you can supervise and I’ll do it. I suck at it and you know it.”
I could feel his gaze on me as he brushed my fingers aside, taking great joy in slowly divesting me of my clothes as he slowly peeled the layers away. “You’re just saying that.”
He reached for my shirt then but my hands closed over his. Cracking an eyelid open, I raised a brow. “Really, glitter-dick? You think so? Try me.”
Pausing, I cocked my head and laughed.
“What?”
Squinting, I gave a half shrug. “No. Forget. It’s stupid.”
“No. What?”
“Mm. Well... I just had an idea, that’s all, you know, since we’re on the subject of places to get married and all...”
My mate’s face pinched and he grimaced. “I don’t like the sound of it already.”
Smiling sweetly, I blinked, muffling a chuckle as I reached up to caress his cheek, enjoying the way he leaned into my touch. “But, baby, I haven’t even said what it is yet.”
Divit closed his eyes and hung his head as it shook sadly. “Heaven help me...”
“Or demons,” I added, tongue in cheek, making him groan as he slumped down to bury his face between my breasts.
“No,” he mumbled into my cleavage.
Gripping the back of his hair, I lifted his head slowly to pluck at his lips with mine. “Oh, come on, stiffit. It’s a great idea.”
“No.”
“Where is your sense of adventure?”
With a noncommittal noise somewhere between a short grunt and the cutoff beginnings of a growl, his lips thinned and he muttered flatly, “It died when I did.”
“It’ll be fu-un,” I sang, chuckling evilly when he shoved my hand away to smother himself eyeballs deep in boobs once more.
“I said no.”
“Right. Sorry. Forget I asked.” Staring up at the ceiling, I bit the inside of my cheek, my fingers stroking through his hair softly as I tried to think of another option that might be fitting.
It was quiet for the longest time after that, but then he groaned, blowing a long breath between the valley of my breasts. “Heaven help me...”
Wiggling beneath him, I hugged his head and crowed. “Yes!”
And then...
“I do.”
“Oh, great. So kiss and shit then, you two love-dovey assholes, and let’s get this crap over with!”
Just about to lay them lips on me, Divit glowered up at Daunte, who was blinking down at him innocently.
The demon’s thick brows rose questioningly. “What? Seriously? I’m just hoping you’ll change outta that...” His hand waved over Divit’s pants and he grimaced. “Uh, whatever you want to call it, before I lose my lunch.”
“That is not how we rehearsed it!” I heard Callie hiss, slapping Daunte’s shoulder with a rolled up menu as her eyes flashed blue.
Stefan let off a short snort, standing off to the side in one of the booths next to Spira and Duncan to watch events unfold.
“I’m just saying. No need to get pissy, my little bitchy witchy. Maybe he didn’t know it, right, how ridiculous he looks in that getup.” Daunte’s face screwed up as he waved a finger lazily in my disgustingly handsome yet ill-dressed groom’s direction. “He lose a bet or something? I’m just sayin’. But, hey, you want me to be nicer? Fine.” Turning to us, ignoring the fuming witch at his side, the demon grimaced, telling Divit, “No white after Labor Day, man, everyone knows that.” Peering over at Callie, he bared his teeth at her, flicking her forehead gently with his thumb and forefinger, just to watch her fume. “Better, bitchy? Otherwise, guess you shoulda gone and gotten all officiated or whatever shit yourself, huh?”
“My only daughter is being married in a pizza parlor, by a demon, in... that.”
“Frederick. Would you hush! I think it’s... sweet.” Mom offered me a huge, cheek busting smile when I glanced over at them, tossing me a thumbs up when I smiled back.
“Of course you do.” Dad grimaced, rubbing at his forehead, blowing out a long breath as he glanced around the small space we’d cleared for this specific occasion in dismay. “I can see the outline of his penis in those pants. It’s... disturbing, Annie. This... this whole thing is ridiculous. She’s... she’s barely clothed! I can see the top of her bosom, for god’s sake! My little girl!”
When my old man’s gaze darted up and over and he realized I was listening in, his cheeks flushed, his words faltering until he too, like mom, offered me a gigantic, super fake smile and over exuberant thumbs up.
A smidgeon of guilt surfaced. This is my day though, and this is how I’d wanted it.
Eh, they’ll get over it. Hopefully... maybe... eventually... Fuck it. I’ll make it up to them somehow.
I bit back a laugh as my hands fluffed the folds of my dress—what there was of it, anyhow—and my gaze slid to the member in question.
“Are you happy?” Divit asked, his thumbs stroking my cheeks as his strong hands cupped my jaw, dragging my gaze up to meet his.
Peering up at my man, I bit the inside of my cheek. “Question is, I think, are you? I mean, I know it’s not exactly what you would have wanted, had you wanted-”
He shut me up with a kiss, deepening it as the sounds of Callie and Daunte cat fighting, and Mom and Dad squabbling quietly amongst themselves, reached our ears.
“It’s fine,” he got out between kisses. “Perfect. Just like you.”
A snort left me and I pulled back, shaking my head at my oddly att
ired groom. “So it’s totally fucked up beyond repair, then?” Before he could say anything I gripped the sides of his vest, yanking him to me to nip his chin. “Is there no saving it at all, do you think, spandy pants?” I whispered huskily, enjoying the way he stiffened before his arms wove around me and he leaned down to hiss in my ear.
“Perfectly imperfect, nothing to fix.” He nipped my lobe teasingly, chuckling darkly as my hands pressed to all the exposed flesh of his abdomen. “And I wish you no other way.” Muscles rippled underneath my touch and I wanted to run my tongue across every inch of him.
“Alright! Break it up! Take a break, you two, huh? You look like walking pin cushions as it is! Give it a rest already!”
Divit growled under his breath, sending the small table off to the side filled with humans a baleful stare.
“Quit doing that!” I hissed, elbowing him in the ribs when he turned. “You know it scares them.”
“If they’re scared of me, sweetheart, I’ll eat my vest.” Divit’s jaw ground as his eyes flashed malevolently at Thelma Lou and Darryl, and the rest of my stamp collecting club, all—seventy five and over—six of them.
Darryl, a retired fire fighter, smirked, raising a thick, white brow at my mate to waggle his finger at him. “You take care of our girl now, glitter-dick, or you’ll be hearing from us. We don’t just sit ‘round collecting stamps all day and that’s it, you hear?”
“Yeah,” Thelma Lou’s raspy, two-packs-a-day voice seconded. The rest of the table nodded their agreement and I could feel the tension and annoyance building in my scantily clad other half. I could also feel the love, from both sides as my new buds took up for me and my mate sent them death in his eyes. Which, you know, was freaking beautiful, just beautiful. All my favorite people in one place.
Divit’s so damned cute when he’s mad, I thought a bit distractedly as a rather nasty growl left his throat, but hell if I’d ever tell him that.
Nostrils flaring, my mate spun on his heel, scowling down at me as I tittered out a laugh.
Trying to force my expression into some semblance of seriousness, I cleared my throat to stare up at him blankly. “Yes, love?”
“Them, too?” he bellowed, incensed.
Oh, right... the glittery dick thing... Whoopsie!
The unmistakable sound of Stefan’s snotty laughter could be heard over the din, but it was short lived as I took off my sneaker to chuck it at him.
Thunk. “Ow! Shit! Normal?!”
Duncan burst out laughing, Spira’s sultry chuckle following shortly after as Stefan soundly cursed them both.
“Oh, come on.” Making as if to tickle the underside of my mate’s chin as he glared down at me, thick lines creasing his brow as his lips thinned, I smiled unapologetically. “It’s funny!”
His answer was a long, drawn out growl. “I’ll show you funny.”
“Wha- Ah! No, see, I’m not wearing any- Eep!”
Bending at the knees, Divit chucked me over his shoulder, palming my ass so no one got a free show with one hand, banding an arm over the backs of my legs so I didn’t tip over his back and crack my head open with the other.
“Divit!” I shouted between laughs, beating at his back as he marched off through the kitchen and towards the back office.
“Callie!” Divit bellowed over me. “That transport spell now, if you will?”
“What? Oh! Damn it, get your grubby paws off my ass, you little- Coming!” I could hear Callie running after him as Daunte let out a grunt.
“I’ll make ya come, hexy, dark haired and sexy. Bitchy witchy is saucy,” Daunte wheezed out between pain filled grunts.
“This is a circus,” Dad grumbled quietly, and I could just picture him shaking his head, a look of utter defeat on his long face.
“It’s her day, Frederick. Just shut up and be there for her, hmm. That’s what you’re supposed to do. So take off your Mr. Judge-y Pants, sit down, eat some pizza and, good lord, quit moping!”
Sighing heavily, a small frown stealing across my face, it was as if my mate could read my mind when he said, “Don’t worry, we’ll fix it when we get back.”
Fingers smoothing over my generous rump, Divit gave my butt cheek what I supposed one might consider an affectionate squeeze, though the sound he let loose at the action led me to think otherwise.
“You can practice enthralling them and everything. We’ll let them think we had a nice, regular wedding or some shit. Whatever you want.”
“Aw, baby, you’re so good to me,” I cooed in a disgustingly high, nauseating voice so sugary sweet it was sickening, making him laugh. “But really though, let’s just leave it be.”
“You sure?” He paused, jiggling me on his shoulder as Callie squeezed her way past us, setting down the big black bag over her shoulder to start working her spell.
“Positive. This is the way it really went down and this is how it should be, mad circus that is our crazy, mad lives and all.”
Shouts sounded from the front, followed by an inhuman cackle and a shocked bellow of pain. Thundering sounds, like a bull elephant storming the front of the kitchen came charging towards us just as a stream of blue lit the room. We all turned in time to see Daunte rushing in.
A little worse for wear, the de-horned rage demon glanced around wildly, snatching up a soup spoon to wield it like a sword. “Watch it, baby girl! That old, blue tinted broad for your sticker collection shit is crazy!”
“Stamp collecting club,” Divit corrected dryly, dismissing the demon with a look at me over his shoulder as he turned away.
“Thelma Lou is an angel.” My eyes narrowed and I pointed a finger warningly. “What did you do?”
Divit’s derisive snort indicated he begged to differ, but he left it at that.
“Me?! Me!” Daunte’s free hand slapped his chest, but then he was waving his soup spoon wielding hand at me, his purple lips pinched like an old shrew as his face darkened. “I didn’t do anything! It’s all her. She’s crazy! Possessed, I tell ya! Demonic!” Which was entertainingly ironic.
“Demonic, D?”
“Oh.” Daunte’s eyes narrowed, his soup spoon pointing out the swinging door. “They’ve gotten to you now too, haven’t they?” Shaking his head sadly, he sniffed. “You’ve changed, girly. Changed. Resistance really isn’t futile.”
When I burst out laughing he turned to Divit, chucking the soup spoon at his head. Growling, I caught it before it could do any damage, hissing as I gripped it hard enough to bend it. Smirking as Daunte grumbled under his breath noisily about how strong I was getting, I threw it towards the sinks. Spinning on his heel, Divit pivoted, adjusting his grip on me as I turned to shake my head at the crotchety demon.
“I blame you.” Daunte huffed, pushing his lower lip out in the most ridiculous attempt at a man-pout I’d ever been witness to, ignoring my short growl before his look was too much and I was laughing again.
Groaning, the pout disappeared and he grunted, his upper lip curling in disgust as his gaze settled on my lover-mate. “You couldn’t just let her join a strip club, could you? Like I’d suggested. Or a welding class, or a fetish group, or... or... Hell! Anything but stickers!”
“Stamps,” Divit muttered, glowering.
“What the hell ever!” Daunte’s teeth flashed as he snarled, his nostrils flaring. “Point is, you’re ruining my little buddy, asshole! Ruining her, and you don’t even know it!” With that dramatic display, he rummaged in his pockets, producing a fat, stinky cigar. Pulling it to his nose, he inhaled deeply. “Oh, yeah. That’s it right there. Come to papa.” Sighing noisily and kissing it, he brought it to his lips to clamp between his teeth.
When he couldn’t find any matches in his pockets, he growled, snapping his fingers to spark a weak flame strong enough to light the blasted thing, and stormed off.
“Okay, so it’s not the same as where you were,” Callie explained, “because I have to have something from there, and all I had was this napkin from the place across the street fr
om the last time I, uh, went, heh, heh, but it’s close enough.”
The electric blue-eyed witch blushed but we ignored it, both offering up a quick thanks as her gaze slid towards the front.
“Is he always like that?” Callie muttered, stepping back to motion us to step forward. More blue light sparked around the lip of the portal she’d just magicked out of nowhere, shimmering as it flickered brighter. It was like it was supercharged.
“No. He’s just... stressed? High strung?” I offered, clearing my throat as I let off a giggle. I couldn’t think of a time when Daunte wasn’t like this, but she’d be spending the next few hours with him and I was kind of a butt like that.
“Sadly, yes.” Divit’s flat reply came out along with mine, sending me bursting into peals of laughter, still trying to recover from the first fit.
“What is he talking about with the strip club?” the witch asked curiously, her gaze darting between us.
Divit shook his head. “The only stripping that’s going to go on is between my mate and me. Anything else is irrelevant.”
When I didn’t say anything right away, he grunted, hitching me up on his shoulder as if to jargle a response from me.
“What?” Arching a brow as I squirmed around to stare at him, I grinned. “It’s Vegas, baby. How’s the saying go? What happens in Vegas stays in- Ow! Divit! You asshole! That hurts!”
Chuckling, a cheeky grin on his face, my mate tipped his head at Callie and made to step forward.
“Oh! Wait!” Tossing a hand up, motioning for us to hold our damned horses, Callie raced to the front.
Divit and I shared a look and shrugged, our gazes going back to the kitchen.
“Can’t forget these!” Eyes bright, cheeks flushed, waving two familiar black duffels in her hands as she came barreling back through the swinging door, her heels click-clacked noisily on the sticky linoleum.
Wiggling them as she held them out, dangling from her outstretched hands, I slapped my forehead, offering my thanks. “I’d forget my head if it wasn’t screwed on. Thanks, Cals.”
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