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  Faery Wedding

  Copyright © 2011 by Mina Carter

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  Faery Wedding

  Her wedding day. Supposedly the happiest day of her life, but all Asharra De Silve could think about was tearing the damn veil off of her head, stomping on the bouquet she held, and making a break for it right through the ornate doors of the chapel.

  “Lady Asharra?” one of the attendants ventured in a nervous voice. The woman should be nervous. She was a distant cousin, one of the legions of family relying on Ash marrying today and getting the whole family out of the shit they’d gotten themselves into. Would have been nice if they’d asked her first rather than just frigging selling her to the highest bidder.

  “Yes, Serazette?”

  Ash clenched her jaw, grinding her teeth together with enough force to crack nuts. If she could have screamed she would have, but her crazy bloodlines ruled that one right out. A complex and convoluted race, the Fae were made up of many species. The Seelie and the Unseelie Courts partnered each other in a never ending, symbiotic dance. Some of Ash’s blood, from her father, came from the shadows of the Midnight Host. They were the darkest part of the Unseelie Court, where some of the nightmares couldn’t give voice to anything other than a whisper.

  She turned in a rustle of silk to look at her bridesmaids. They were all tall and willowy, with the classic Sidhe beauty. Ash hid a bitter smile. They were all scared shit-less she might back out. If that happened then one of them was going up that aisle in her place, offered as a sacrifice at the wedding altar.

  There was just one problem. Not one of them was a virgin, which ruled them out in the bride stakes. Lord Hunter, the groom, had imposed some fairly strict conditions in return for paying off her family’s debts.

  Namely the hand of a virgin faery princess in marriage.

  “Are you okay, my Lady? Do you want me to fetch Lord De Silve?”

  Ash felt a small smile spread across her face. As far as her family knew, she was the only one able to meet the conditions. Was being the operative word. She hadn’t been a virgin since she was sixteen.

  The smile became a smirk. After last night, she certainly wasn’t a virgin. Determined to have her own private ‘hen party’ she’d snuck out, headed to the nearest Last Call bar and ordered a drink that attracted the hottest fae guy she’d ever seen. One night of smoking hot sex later and there was certainly no first, second or third left for her new husband to claim.

  She didn’t plan on telling her bridegroom that. What the arrogant bastard didn’t know wasn’t going to hurt him, and meanwhile she could savor her little rebellion. Use it to fortify her against the years until the old crony kicked the bucket. He was going to be a fossil, had to be. After all, he’d bought a virgin bride. Only an old sleaze incapable of getting a woman would do that, surely?

  With her skills in illusion, and her newfound talent for acting, he’d never be able to tell the difference. His bride would blush prettily, be a bundle of nerves, and in the morning there would be blood on the sheets. Blood that was already concealed in the small vial within the heavy pendant nestled between her breasts. Thank the Lady for trans-dimensional jewellery. She could have hidden the kitchen sink in there, and no one would be any the wiser.

  “No, thank you. Leave me now. I wish for some time alone before the ceremony.”

  Her voice was soft, but there was no mistaking the fact it was an order. Unlike most brides, Ash had decided to walk down the aisle alone. No father, no family other than the bridesmaids trailing her like pathetic sheep. She didn’t want her family to accompany her. Not after the bastards had sold her to save their own worthless hides. Her father would ‘give’ her away, even in a ceremonial sense, over her dead body.

  Ash turned to look out the window as the women dutifully filed out. The view of the gardens below soothed her as she waited for the knock on the door telling her it was time.

  She could do this. She had to do this. There was no way out. She had to marry Lord Hunter, Keeper of the Black Plains. A man not just older than she was but five hundred years older.

  The door opened behind her.

  “Isn’t it bad enough I’m the damn virgin sacrifice? I thought I told you lot to go,” Ash snapped, as tension and anger at her situation made her temper short and her voice sharp.

  Gods, in her wedding dress she was stunning.

  Deverell, Lord Hunter, leaned against the doorframe and studied his bride. He’d left her early this morning whilst she slept. Spread naked over the bed, the silken sheets highlighted rather than concealed her perfect curves. It had been the hardest thing he’d ever done. He’d had to do it though. If he stayed, he ran the risk of cracking and telling her everything.

  If he did that, it would mean admitting he was the groom she was trying to deceive, and that he’d been deceiving her in return. He didn’t want to do that, not just yet. He wanted to see the look of joy on her face when she walked down the aisle, and he was waiting for her rather than the grumpy old lord she was expecting.

  Still, he hadn’t been able to resist this one glance at her before the ceremony. As soon as she’d arrived the need to see her had built up until he couldn’t bear it anymore. It wasn’t done, and he wouldn’t have acted on it had he not seen the women filing out of the small chamber set aside for the Bride and her party. Knowing Ash was alone had galvanised him into action. Before he’d made a conscious decision, he was pushing open the door.

  “Didn’t I tell you to g—”

  When he didn’t respond to the first soft order, Ash turned around. Anger flared in her eyes and crackled in the witching around her. She was gorgeous when she was mad, so sexy it made his heart stop, and after today—no, after last night—she was all his. The need to touch her, claim her again, roared through him. Dev strode forward as the look of anger on her face was replaced by one of shock.

  “Dev? What the hell are you doing here?”

  He didn’t give her an answer. Instead, he caught her up in his arms and pinned her against the window behind her. He boosted her up a little. Her ass fit perfectly on t
he window ledge as the full skirts of her wedding gown billowed around them.

  His lips crashed down on hers, demanding and taking as he ruthlessly prised her lips apart. Any finesse he possessed was gone, crushed under a tsunami of possessiveness and desire. He didn’t care that outside the room, a whole congregation of people were waiting for them. He didn’t care that she was in her wedding dress and he was crushing it as he parted her thighs to lodge his hips between hers. He didn’t care that she didn’t know her groom was already claiming her as his.

  Again.

  All that mattered was the heaven of her silken lips and soft mouth as he plundered them, and the lush curves he hauled up against his hard body. She was like a drug, an addiction he had no intention of fighting.

  It all happened so fast. No sooner had Ash turned to berate whoever had decided to intrude on her last few moments of freedom, she recognized the tall form lounging in the doorway. It was a figure she’d know anywhere, even though this time yesterday she’d never seen him before in her life. After last night, every solid line of muscle, and look on his cruelly handsome face, were carefully locked away in her memory. That was last night, and this was today.

  Her wedding day.

  She tore her lips away from him. “No. Dev…we can’t do this.”

  Without a pause, he started to kiss along her neck, seeking the spot behind and below her ear that made her squirm. His voice was a harsh rasp of need as he answered.

  “Too late sweetheart, we are.”

  His hands pulled at her full skirts, seeking her legs. He sighed against her lips as his callused palms found her silk covered ankles and stroked upward. Fire and ice swept through Ash’s body. She shouldn’t be doing this, not with her groom waiting for her in the next room—

  She groaned, a mingled sound of need and helplessness. She couldn’t help herself as she started to respond to his brutal, claiming kiss. Even though she knew she shouldn’t, that she should push him away and tell him last night was last night, she didn’t. She couldn’t.

  His lips claimed hers in a torrid kiss and his tongue laved over her lower lip again, demanding access. She granted it, whimpering with need as his hot tongue twined around hers, and his hands journeyed further up her legs.

  Her pussy clenched hard. She was sore from his loving last night, but she still wanted more. No, wanted was the wrong word. She craved more of his touch, more of his hard body moving against hers—in hers—as he took her with a power and determination Ash had never experienced before, or expected to again.

  Liquid heat escaped her feminine channel, soaking her silken thong. The scent of her arousal filled the small room, and Dev rumbled approval deep in his chest. His hands reached her thighs. She parted for him without thinking. A flush of arousal burnt her cheeks as his questing fingers stroked along her sensitive skin. They paused to explore the lace top of her stockings, but soon moved on again.

  A fine tremble ran through her as he reached the juncture of her thighs and explored the edges of the tiny scrap of silk covering her. Her clit pulsed in anticipation, tightening to the point of pain. He had to touch her. She needed him to touch her. To do something to end this sensual torment.

  “Ahhhhh…”

  Ash broke the kiss and buried her face in his neck as he pushed the silk aside and swept underneath. She moaned, kissing his neck as his deft fingers found the hard nub of her clit.

  “We don’t have long sweet,” he murmured even as he plied her body with soft circles and rubs around and against her needy flesh. “More than anything I want to make this last, but it’s gonna have to be hard and fast.”

  She nodded. “Anything. However you want. Just now… Please!”

  Her voice held a begging note, but she didn’t care. She just needed him. He was like a drug. Somehow he’d gotten under her skin, and she needed him more than air itself.

  Her words were accompanied by a heavy thrust of her hips. A silent demand that he stop messing about and get on with it. He chuckled as his fingers slid down and tested the entrance to her body. She knew what he’d find; she was slick and wet, more than ready for him.

  “Bossy little thing, aren’t you? Just remember who’s in charge here.”

  She gasped, her back arching hard as he thrust two fingers into her pussy. Her vision spiralled as lightening shot through her, tingling through every cell in her body. God, she was almost ready to come, and he wasn’t even in her yet.

  “Yeah. Me,” she panted as she rode his fingers to wring out every last drop of sensation.

  Triumph and arousal swirled through her in a heady combination as she looked deep into his eyes. This was her payback. Never mind last night, being screwed just before the ceremony was the ultimate revenge. Being taken in her wedding gown before she walked up the aisle as a virgin bride was sweet, sweet justice.

  “Sure about that babe?”

  He curled his fingers back and pressed at a new spot inside her. Her eyes rolled back in her head as fireworks obliterated her vision. Gods, the man knew what he was doing. He had to be one of her new husband’s warriors. He certainly wasn’t one of her father’s. There was no way she’d have missed him.

  Screw her original plan of being celibate after the ceremony, she was going to find him…

  He pulled from her and she pouted, feeling the loss inside her keenly. Within a heartbeat, his fingers were replaced with the broad head of his cock pressing at the soaked entrance to her pussy.

  “Oh yes,” she moaned, unable to hold in the tiny whimper of urgency as he impaled her on his thick shaft. Bracing one hand on the plaster of the window arch around them, she accepted every inch of him in one forceful thrust. This was what she needed, to feel him inside her again.

  She bit her lip and paused that idea where it was. She didn’t need him. Not him specifically, any cock would do. If she had to marry an old goat, one with warriors like this in his stable, then she was sure as hell going to enjoy her time as Lady Hunter. Maybe, when the fossil kicked the bucket, she might just marry the most attractive and youngest amongst them—provided he was good in the sack.

  He didn’t give her more time to think. Setting a heavy, fast rhythm, she pressed her lips into his shoulder to stifle her moans. He filled her to capacity and then some, his large hands beneath the silk at her hips as he slammed into her time and again. The groans that rumbled through his chest stroked her ego. He seemed as out of control as she was. As though he couldn’t help himself.

  “Gods, you’re fucking gorgeous,” he panted, leaning into her and spreading his legs a little more for support. “What spell have you cast over me?”

  She couldn’t answer, biting her lip as he surged into her, then rolled his hips and ground his pelvis against hers. Her clit throbbed as it was trapped between them. Her pussy clenched hard around him in response. He gasped and drove his cock inside her again, holding still as his muscular body trembled.

  “Mine,” he growled against her neck. A quiver ran through her at the harsh, possessive tone before she recalled herself.

  “No,” she said, pulling his jaw around and looking him straight in the eye. “No one’s. My own.”

  Dev heard the warning tone in her voice and smiled to himself at the display of independence. She could believe what she liked, but she was his and his alone. Her body came alive for him, reacted to his touch so sweetly and delightfully that she had to be made for him. Once they were done here, he was going to claim her in the eyes of the law and their society.

  Then take her to bed again. For about a month.

  Bringing his lips down on hers, he pushed into her again. He couldn’t get enough of her and only the fact they had to go out there and face the wedding guests in a few minutes stopped him from stripping the silken gown from her body.

  Pleasure coursed through him, building on itself until tension had his body so tight he thought his spine would snap. His buttocks were iron-hard as he plunged into her again and again, the grip of her body a warm, tight ride of
pure sensation.

  He rolled his hips again, rubbing his pelvis against her clit in a slow movement. She gasped and threw back her head, the veil surrounding her dark hair like a halo. Masculine pride filled him, along with a sense of the forbidden. Every man wanted to take his bride arrayed in her finery, drinking in the impression of innocence, but not many did. Certainly not before the wedding.

  She bit her lip. Her pussy clenched hard, and her soft pants told him she was on the edge. Gritting his teeth, he pressed into her again, harder and faster, until she stiffened and came. Pleasure coursed through him as her body tightened in the grip of her climax, the rhythmic movements milking his cock. A lesser man would have come there and then, but Dev held onto control. He didn’t want to come, not yet. Control now would pay off later, when he finally got her into his bed as his wife.

  “That’s it babe, I love to feel you cum over my cock,” he whispered encouragement as she rode him, keeping his hips going to prolong her climax. His hands smoothed down her spine and back up to her neck, where he tilted her head back to claim her lips again. She didn’t fight him, opening easily at the first brush of his tongue, and Dev drank in the soft moans and pants of her pleasure.

  She went where he led. Within seconds he knew he was in trouble. Her responses were so sweet and natural. The temptation to say ‘screw it,’ ignore the wedding guests and tumble her to the floor grew until it was almost overwhelming.

  She shivered as he broke away. With infinite care he slipped from her, set her on her feet and started to smooth her gown down. Swaying slightly, she had the dazed, star-struck look of a woman who’d been thoroughly loved. Her lips were swollen from his kisses, her dress was creased, and her veil sat tilted on what had been an elegant up-do.

  Crap. Despite the fact she’d been more than willing and the fierce sense of pride he felt knowing it was his hands, his kisses that had ruined her appearance, there was no way he was letting her go out there like this. He knew she hadn’t been given a choice about marrying him, hence her alcohol-fuelled rebellion last night, and her family was well known to be a pit of vipers. If she went out looking as she did, vicious gossip and rumours would start before she’d taken the first step down the aisle.