Page 3 of Bound to the Chef

I need to know who this scent belongs to because there’s no way I’d ever get this lucky. The man smells like Master Jason, but it can’t be. My breath hitches in my chest as he turns, ever so slowly, to face me.

A strangled cry flies from my lips as I sink to my knees. All the emotions I’ve been bottling up surge out of me as tears stream down my face. There, at the altar, is Master Jason.

Relieved sobs wrack my body as he comes down the short set of stairs to wrap his arms around me. Up at the podium, the officiant looks shocked, his eyes bugging out as he watches the display. But I don’t care. I have Master Jason, and that’s all I care about.

CHAPTER2

JASON

I hold my quivering omega in my arms, my heart bursting as I drag her scent deep into my lungs. When I got the message I was supposed to be married today, I was furious. However, when I found Rhylee in the break room, sobbing over the same affliction, I had a touch of hope.

What were the odds that both of us were set to get married at the same time and same location but end up with different people? Granted, the ceremony time was the same, but my time of arrival was at least an hour or two later than hers. My only guess is that men are easier to dress than women.

Happiness and fulfillment flood my body, bringing a soft smile to my face. My intuition has always served me well, and in this instance, I’m overjoyed I read the signs correctly. Unable to resist, I reach down with my free hand to pat my pocket, ensuring the box is still there, waiting for her.

It worked to my advantage, and now, more than ever, I’m glad I stopped by the jewelry shop. Though, who am I kidding? The collar I now possess would have still been on her neck whether we were getting married or not.

This only makes giving it to her all the sweeter. My cock stiffens as it finally hits home that this little omega is mine forever. Now that we are to be married, no one will ever take her away from me again.

Tonight, I’ll claim her, marking her in a way that binds her to me for all eternity. We just have to get through this damned ceremony first. Pulling back, I wipe at her eyes, chuckling as a layer of makeup comes off with it.

“I love seeing you cry, my love. I fucking ache at the sight of your mascara streaking down your face as you look up at me. But I can’t tell you how happy I am knowing that these tears of relief confirm our union.” Dropping my tone, I murmur softly so that only she can hear. “And tonight, you’ll be crying again, but for a completely different reason.”

She shudders as arousal perfumes the air. My little masochist is always up for anything I want to do with her. Little does she know the depraved things that have been running through my head since the moment I caught her scent coming down the aisle.

Tonight, at the Halloween party, we had already planned on me pushing some of her limits. But now, as her husband, I’ll be able to demand so much more. I will accept nothing less than her complete submission as I use her for my pleasure.

Stifling a groan, I stand, bringing her up with me. Hand in hand, we walk back up to the officiant, and I note the look of unease in his eyes. Granted, with the way she was sobbing, he probably thought I was a monster. Though I am, it’s not in the way he thinks at all.

“Dearly beloved,” he chokes out, looking at Rhylee for a moment in concern. “These two, plus our witnesses, are gathered together to join in holy matrimony.”

Irritation crawls up my spine as he does his spiel about marriage being sacred and holy, the noise droning on, buzzing about my ears like an annoying bug. I want him to shut up so I can whisk my bride away and do something blasphemous and unholy to her. He’s the last step between me and forever with the woman I love and crave.

As much as I want to carry her away, to bind myself to her in a way that supersedes marriage, I bide my time, doing my best to stay present in the moment. It’s the least I can do for Rhylee, who’s still shaking as she processes everything. Now, more than ever, she needs a calm presence and not someone who’s consumed with the idea of stripping her bare and fucking her on the altar.

However, when he starts talking about what our relatives want the other to know, I raise my hand, stopping him in his tracks. “I know her far better than any relative or friend. And what she knows about me can fill several books. I say let’s get on with it.”

“I- Well.” Scrunching his nose, he pushes his glasses higher on his face. “Is this okay with you?”

For the first time since she’s walked down the aisle, Rhylee laughs. The delicate sound winds its way around my spine, slithering through my veins until all I can think about is devouring her.

“Please. I want this over as fast as possible. I know and love this man. Nothing you say will change my mind.”

“Well… It’s unorthodox. But if you’re sure…”

“We are,” we say in unison, my deep, growly timber melding with her lighter, sweeter sound.

“In that case, do you?” he says, looking over at me.

“With all my heart.”

He turns to Rhylee and asks, “Do you?”

“Without a shadow of a doubt.” The smile she gives me is bright, breathtaking almost.

“Then with the power vested in me by the Governing Body-”

Before he can say another word, I swoop in, slanting my lips over hers. Rhylee melts into me, her soft sighs filling the liminal space between us. God, but I’m rock hard, desperate for her.

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