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“What?” Onyx frowned. “I never?—”
But Luther didn’t let him finish the sentence. He placed his hand in the crook of Onyx’s arm and smiled at those mingling around him.
“Well, it is our wedding day.” Luther raised his voice.
Everyone around them stopped speaking and turned towards them.
“And since the night draws ever later, I think it best that my new husband and I retreat to our rooms whilst we still have energy.” Luther winked and squeezed Onyx’s arm. “After all, we still need to seal this marriage.”
Onyx tensed.
Around him, everyone laughed, clapped, and cheered.
Luther walked, tugging Onyx with him. He threw a smile over his shoulder at the guests as he and Onyx made their way to the banquet hall’s doors. He gave a little wave as they left.
Then they were walking silently down the corridors through the monastery. Servants bowed as Luther and Onyx passed.
Luther sighed. He was so sick of this. Sick of feeling gloomy and morose. He was sick of feeling sorry for himself. He’d done enough of that for today. For a lifetime.
Luther lifted his chin, coming to a decision. He straightened, determined not to spend a moment more wallowing.
Tonight they’d fuck. Which of course they would because that was part of their marriage contract and, thus, their duty. Which was all Onyx cared about. And maybe this would be the last time they fucked, since they’d not be required to do so again.
If that was the case, then Luther would ensure he enjoyed every single second of it.
He would make sure Onyx enjoyed it too. He’d make the man lose control completely. He’d make him spend so hard. He’d give Onyx the best sex he’d ever had in all his life or would ever have again.
Onyx would not regret him. Not tonight.
ChapterTwenty-Seven
Onyx felt off-kilter as they left the feast, the applause, and the raucous jeers behind.
Then again, Onyx always felt off-kilter around Luther.
Onyx glanced at Luther, whose hand still rested in the crook of his arm. Luther held his chin up as he strode down the corridor.
Onyx didn’t understand the man beside him. He couldn’t manage to have a conversation with him without it dissolving into bickering. Or fucking.
He wished for a middle ground. He suppressed a sigh. Because perhaps there wasn’t one to be found in their marriage. They just couldn’t get along. They were complete opposites.
It didn’t help that Luther brought out the worst in him. And Luther always seemed so volatile. Onyx honestly didn’t know what to expect between one second and the next. Maybe he brought out the worst in Luther too.
“Where are we going?” Onyx glanced around.
“To my room,” Luther said. “Unless you think that’s beneath you?”
“No. That’s fine.” Onyx’s brows furrowed. “Why would you think?—”
“It’s not far.” Luther once again didn’t allow Onyx to finish his sentence.
Onyx let it slide.
“You don’t need to be worried. We’ll consummate the marriage, for duty’s sake.” Luther patted his arm. “I know that’s what you care about most.”
Onyx’s mouth snapped shut. It was true. But Luther said it in a way that made it sound like it was an insult.
Why shouldn’t Onyx care about his obligations? Why was being dutiful wrong?
