Heirs, 57
(POV: Deniel)
“Yes, for a lifetime,” I say, looking into my she-wolf’s eyes. “I love you,” I whisper.
“My daughter,” he looks at his daughter lovingly. “Do you accept Deniel as your husband?”
“Yes,” she says excitedly. “For a lifetime.”
“Are you sure?” he questions, and I stare at him in shock. “Don’t judge me for trying,” he shrugs. “I now pronounce you husband and wife; no need to kiss the bride,” he says hastily.
I ignore him and take my Renata in my arms, and then everything around us fades away. We are locked in each other, in our little world of love.
“Get your tongue out of my daughter’s mouth, cheeky wizard,” Nic says, and I roll my eyes, stepping away from my wife. “Let’s all head to the party area,” he says loudly.
Before we can make our way to the other side of the garden to celebrate, there is a line of guests wanting to congratulate us.
Lina approaches with her husband, and they both hug and kiss their daughter, then hug me as well, and my she-wolf still cries with emotion.
“Already regretting it, little sister?” Luan asks, approaching. “You’re even crying already.”
“Luan,” Lucia scolds. “It was a beautiful ceremony,” they hug each other.
“Thank you,” my wife says.
After a few minutes of hugs and congratulations, the line ends, and we head to the party area. A slow song plays, and I am excited to dance and enjoy my wife.
“Will you dance with me, she-wolf?” I ask, and she nods. We head to the dance floor.
My hand wraps around her slender waist, and I press her body against mine; everything in me warms up, and I fear I won’t last until the end of the party. I start to get anxious to feel her warmth envelop me.
“You look beautiful,” I whisper in her ear.
“You look handsome,” she compliments. “I can’t wait to find out what’s hiding beneath those clothes,” she says playfully and bites her lip; I feel my blood rushing to a specific area and tighten my hold on her.Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.
The music is played by a professional band from a neighboring pack. I spin Renata and bring her back into my arms. My lips descend to her neck, and I forget about the party around us as I lose myself in her scent.
“Den,” she whispers. “We’re in public.”
“Hmm,” I respond, intoxicated.
“Stop clinging to each other,” Lucca says, passing by us with Isabella. “It’s still the party; the honeymoon comes later.” I ignore him and return to nuzzling my wife’s neck.
The songs change in tempo as the party progresses. At this moment, an upbeat song starts playing, which draws some people off the dance floor and invites others. We decide to cut the cake and leave as soon as possible.
“Shall we?” I invite Renata. She smiles at me and takes my extended hand. Many thoughts cross my mind, all about how to remove her dress as quickly as possible.
We will spend our wedding night at my mountain house. It’s about a two-hour drive from here, not going through the dark forest, the longest two hours of my life. My brothers-in-law said they have a surprise for the two of us there, and I hope it’s a good surprise because my girl deserves a special night.
I haven’t had a drop of alcohol at the entire party. I want to be sober when I take her in my arms and love her as she deserves. We get into my pickup truck, and I drive on the dark road, eager to arrive as quickly as possible.
“I love you,” I say, taking one of her hands from her lap and kissing it. “You make me happy.”
“I love you too,” she returns the kiss. “You make me the happiest woman in the world,” she declares, and I smile, paying attention to the road.
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After an hour and a half on the road, I park in front of my house on the mountain top. I drove as fast as I could, but of course, taking all possible precautions to avoid any accidents. I get out of the truck and open the passenger side door, extending my hand to help my bride out. Then, I pick her up, and she lets out a surprised squeal, stealing a kiss from me.
With her in my arms, I walk to the front door. With some difficulty, I unlock the door and enter. When I turn on the lights, I see the entire living room adorned with flowers and balloons, and there’s a rose petal aisle leading straight to my old bedroom on the floor.
“How beautiful, Den,” my wife says, admiring the decoration. I like seeing her admiration for the work she thinks I did, but I owe it to my brothers-in-law.
“All for you, she-wolf,” I say affectionately. I’m not lying to her about who really decorated the house; I’m just omitting a fact that isn’t so important.
I follow the rose petal aisle and stop in front of the bedroom door. I push it open with my foot and enter the room, surprised by the romantic decoration. The boys really went all out, and it just shows how much they love their sister and accept me into the family.
On the bed, there’s a heart made of red petals, on the floor, there are white rose petals, and scattered around the room are heart-shaped balloons. I see some scented candles extinguished in strategic places. I put my wife down, and she walks around the room, observing the decoration.
“How romantic,” she says, moved. “Thank you, Den.”
“I would love to take this further, but I didn’t do all this,” I decide to confess. The boys went above and beyond in a way that I can’t help but give them the credit they deserve. “Your brothers did all of this.”
“How thoughtful,” she says, walking to the bed and looking at me with flushed cheeks.
“I’ve already told you that you look wonderful in a wedding dress?” I ask, approaching her. “I love you so much, my she-wolf.” I kiss her neck and notice her hair standing on end. “I’ll light these candles,” I announce, moving away a bit and finding a lighter on the dresser. “Do you want something to drink or eat?” I ask.
“I want only you,” she says, breathless. “I’ve waited a long time for this, Den.” Her cheeks are on fire, but her gaze shows certainty. “Make me yours,” she asks, and my heart races.
I finish lighting the candles, and a pleasant scent fills the room. I approach my beloved and press our bodies together; her body trembles with proximity, and my member swells inside my pants. I feel her gasp, and I realize I’m not the only one so aroused. Our eyes meet for a moment, and then our lips seek each other’s, and everything begins.
“Today, we become one,” I whisper in her ear.