Page 37 of Wild Heart
“We’re not in the chapel now, princess, and if you’re not careful I’m going to take you in the chapel right in front of all our guests and the priest.”
I giggle, but the strained look on his face makes me think he might be serious.
We start off across the garden, ignoring the cheers from our guests.
I turn back to see Marcus coming out of the chapel with his phone pressed to his ear and a scowl on his face. Raiden notices too, and Marcus looks up and catches his eye. Raiden pauses, but only for an instant.
“If that’s club business, he’ll have to figure it out himself,” he mutters.
Marcus gives Raiden a small shake of his head and turns away to take the call.
“It’s probably that art collector who was hanging around Danni’s studio,” I say.
Raiden frowns. It’s the last thing on his mind, and I make a note to tell him about it later. They bought a couple of Marcus’s wood carvings and want him to do a feature for some magazine, but Marcus isn’t interested.
“Where are you taking me?” It rained last night, and with every step my heels sink further into the grass.
“To the first place I can find to claim you as my wife.”
I stop as my shoe squelches in the ground, making it hard to walk.
Raiden growls impatiently. “Leave it behind.”
He lifts me up and my left foot comes right out of the shoe, leaving it in the garden like Cinderella. There’re whoops from the guests behind us, and I turn to them as Raiden carries me the rest of the way across the garden.
I scan for Cassie, my bridesmaid, and I’m not surprised to find her deep in conversation with Specs. The quiet biker has had his eyes on my bridesmaid since the rehearsal dinner last night. They’re probably discussing their favorite books. From what I’ve learned about the big man in the last few weeks, he reads as much as Cassie does.
Nothing like a wedding to bring people together.
Charlie, Raiden’s daughter, stalks to the front of the crowd. Even from across the garden, I can tell her eyes are narrowed as she watches us. She doesn’t approve of her father’s choice of wife. Not that she’s said as much, but she doesn’t have to. Ever since she turned up three days ago, I’ve had the distinct impression that she doesn’t like me. Maybe because I’m three months younger than her and she thinks it all happened too fast. That no one can fall in love as quickly as we did.
Probably just because she hasn’t found love yet.
Barrels comes up to talk to her and she turns to him. A rare smile lights up her face, and I wonder what the man could have possibly said to make her laugh.
I’ll have to work on that relationship, but for now it’s my husband I’m thinking off as he carries me through the high walls of the renaissance garden.
He sets me down on one of the benches and slides my other shoe off. The scents of lavender and rosemary are heavy in the air and bees buzz nearby, making the air seem hazy.
“You deserve a bed of roses for your first time, princess, but I can’t wait any longer.”
He nestles between my thighs, and I raise my legs to clench them around his waist. He groans as I pull him toward me.
“I can’t either.”
Our lips collide, and our bodies clash together as the urgency overtakes us. I’ve been waiting two weeks for this moment. Two agonizing weeks. We’ve done all sorts of things to each other but never gone all the way.
Now, my body yearns to feel Raiden inside me, to have my husband claim me as his.
He hikes up my wedding dress, pulling at fabric as it rips under his fingers. But we don’t stop. The delicate lace of the veil catches on the wall behind us, and I tug it off my head. It was my mother’s, and I don’t want it damaged. But the rest of the dress I don’t care about.
“You think anyone will come for us?” I ask between kisses.
“Not if they know what’s good for them.”
His kisses move down my throat as his hands tug at my panties. There’s the sound of ripping satin, and they come away in his hand.
My fingers work at his belt, and Raiden groans as my hand encloses his stiff length. He lifts my hips, tilting me to find the angle we need.
