Page 147 of I am Dressed in Sin (Death by Daybreak MC 2)
They stay with us, escorting us into the hallway, truly my honor guard on this day, like I always wanted.
“Come with me,” I say, yanking Beast toward the supply closet nearby. I can’t wait. I’ve waited long enough.
“Darlin’,” he warns, but he’s gritting his teeth, and I can see that he’s been pushed to his absolute limit.
We fall into the closet together and Beast slams the door behind us, gathering me into his arms in the darkness. I have no idea what’s in here, but items clatter around as we kiss each other ferociously, bodies slamming into the wall at the back of the closet.
Beast holds me with one arm, tearing his slacks open with his other hand.
My skirts are pushed up, his big hands finding my ass and squeezing.
“The fuck you got on under here, suge?” he asks, his voice in my ear, the sweet sound of it like warm honey being poured over my skin. His accent turns me on like nothing else; I want to eat it up, consume it, drag it into me.
“A cherry-red thong,” I whisper, throwing my head back with a groan when he bites my neck. His face is smooth as he rubs it against me, grasping the front of the thong in one hand and wrenching it off like the flimsy scrap that it is. I don’t know what happens to it after that, but I don’t give two fucks about it.
Beast lifts me up and slams my back against the wall, his mouth plundering mine, consuming me, claiming me. We’re married now. We’re actually married. Like, officially. Like, for real.
His cock finds my aching heat in the darkness, and he drives in hard and deep, filling me all the way up, making me scream. It’s possible that people can hear me outside the closet door, but oh well. That’s their problem.
I have a marriage to consummate.
I’m being fucked against the wall in my wedding dress and boots, my panties shredded, my heart shattering to pieces. It feels so good to finally have him, after all this time, all this waiting and wanting. Every time he murmured wedding night, Gidge comes back to me, and I writhe, bracing my boots on the wall on either side of him for more leverage.
As my husband pounds me into the wall, I push back, moving my pelvis into him, taking him even deeper than I thought possible. His balls slap against my ass as he ruts me like his namesake might imply, like a Beast breeding his mate.
“Oh God, I can’t take it,” I groan, the harrowing torment of finally getting what I want. Of being mated, of being taken, I love it. I love it even more that we’re in a church, that I’m in a wedding dress, that a huge crowd is waiting for us to climb on Beast’s bike for a ride through town.
That ominous feeling sweeps over me again, but it’s soon drowned in a tide of lust.
I can’t think anymore, can’t feel anything beyond the thick, wide shaft burrowing into me over and over again, seeking my core, my heart. With a moan that feels more akin to a snarl than anything else, Beast comes hard, squeezing me against him and spilling hot liquid into my cunt.
The feel of him, big and strong and shuddering against me, drives my own orgasm, and I rock my hips a few more times, using his pelvis to stimulate my clit. The orgasm whips through me, making me hurt, and I dig my nails into Beast’s back, gouging him through his dress shirt as we both tremble and rock a few final times before coming to a rest.
“Not exactly what I meant when I said wedding night,” he purrs in my ear, and I writhe all over again, working my wet body along his shaft and making him curse.
A fist pounds on the door outside.
“People are starting to ask what’s happened to the two of you.” It’s Crown’s voice. Shit. Of the three men, he’s the one I least wanted waiting outside that door.
Beast gives my ass another squeeze before carefully lowering me to the floor. He makes sure I’ve got my feet before releasing me entirely.
“What do you need?” he asks as I put my hand on the wall and try to catch my breath. I can barely hear him over the sound of my racing heart.
“My bag.” It’s all I can manage to get out, as breathless and shaky as I feel. I brought it with me to the church, so I could change for the procession; Beast understands what I mean without my having to explain.
“I got you, wife,” he promises, opening the door and letting a sliver of light in. “Watch her for a minute, would ya?”
Beast disappears and, much to my surprise, Crown steps into the closet with me.
