Ciara wagged her finger at him."Don't youmiláckume."
"What's milk achoo?" Wes whispered.
"Milácekis a term of endearment in Czech," Jada whispered back. Leave it to a succubus to know how to say sweetheart in multiple languages.
Jakob glanced over at the gathering of people and blew out a long breath. "I was waiting for our wedding to give you this but seems like I fucked that up."
He waved his hand and a leafy vine snaked across the floor and a flower bloomed. Sitting inside the petals was a small velvet box. Jakob grabbed it and sank down onto one knee, just as Cage had only an hour before. "I've been reading up on your wedding customs,milácku, because I know how much they mean to you. I swear I thought that since we were already mated, I didn't need to ask you to marry me. I'm very sorry I was wrong about that."
Ciara sucked in a breath to say something. Jakob stopped her, taking her hand and opening the ring box. "I got this for you because I read in one of your wedding magazines about matching wedding band sets. You've got your ring already, and I thought this one would go nicely with it."
A large green emerald threw sparkles across the room. Or maybe that light was from Jakob's soul shard glowing on Ciara's neck. "Oh, Jakob."
"Ciara, love of my life, mate of my soul, will you marry me...today?"
"Today? Wilhelmina squeaked.
"Yes, yes, a thousand times, yes."
The group of them sitting on the couches clapped and gave hoots and hollers. Wes stood and stretched. "I guess we're having some weddings today then. Better get to work. Anyone else want to get married while we're at it?"
Auric cleared his throat. "What do you say, Mina? Want to marry me again?"
A golden glow grew from the soul shard at Auric's throat. He slipped the talisman over his head and placed it gently around Wilhelmina's neck. She sniffed and touched the shard. "About time you asked me that, you fool."
"Mother? How do you know this naked man?"
"He's the old friend who invited me here, Ciara. Honestly. Pay attention. Also, we were lovers once, and he's your father."
Ciara gaped and for the first time in as long as he'd known her, she was completely speechless. Cage knew the feeling. If Auric was her father, Cage wasn't the only dragon who had a daughter. Ciara was no dragon though. Could that possibly mean his little girl wouldn't have to be a dragon warrior either?
Azy gripped his hand and shot him a look. She was thinking the same thing as he.
Four Weddings and a…
At sunrise the next morning, Azy stared down the beach at the group of Wyverns who stood near the water’s edge. The sun was just beginning to peak up from the horizon and it decorated the sky in streaks of gold better than any ornaments hung in a church or hall.
The men were all so handsome dressed in their dark suits, with ties and hankies to match their Wyr colors. Cage was the one she couldn't keep her eyes off of. He stood under an arch of live plants and flowers Fleur made for the occasion, saying something to the other men. When he threw his head back and laughed, it took her breath away.
Since he'd taken over the mantle of AllWyvern over the united Wyrs and the children had been born, he was different. For the first time Azy felt like she was seeing the real Cage. His worries hadn't lifted, in fact, he had a whole lot more responsibility than ever before. But his new demeanor, the quiet confidence he had now was sexy as hell and comforting in a way she hadn't expected.
"God, they are so hot in formal wear. Makes me want to tear that suit right off and have my way with him." Ciara only had eyes for Jakob.
Wilhelmina snorted."There will be plenty of time for that during your honeymoon. Now that you two are not living in sin."
"Mother. I told you we were not going on a honeymoon. There's a war on and we'll be busy saving the world."
"You absolutely are going on a honeymoon. It's tradition and I will--." Wilhelmina's tirade was cut off by Auric spinning her around and kissing her soundly, passionately, eye-scorchingly.
Ciara covered her eyes and reached for Azy's hand."Oh geez. I can't watch. Tell me when it's over."
A little ping of sadness that her own parents weren't here for her wedding hit Azy behind the eyes. They were watching her from wherever they were. She had her mother's mirror tucked into a specially sewn pocket in the billows of the skirt, and her something blue was a patch from her father's Chicago police department uniform. One of the only bits of her old life as a boring teenage human girl she still had.
Azy laughed at her friend and patted her hand. "Don't look yet, Ciara. You'll burn your retinas with the heat those two are producing."
"Gah. Don't say things like that. I've had more than enough of my parents’ gross PDA."
"At least your father has clothes on." Barely. Auric had agreed to a formal kilt for the occasion, but he'd made sure everyone knew there was nothing on underneath.
