I turned back to the mirror. The deep purple dress was made of a smooth, clingy fabric that hugged every single one of my curves. It was perfect, and I couldn’t wait for my mates to see how spectacular my ass looked in it.
All I had to do was wait for someone to come fetch me. I bit my bottom lip as a happy grin split my face.
Today, I was marrying Roth and finally forging the bond with Kieran, and the rest of my mates would be here to celebrate. I’d asked if they wanted to do something—like take part in their own ceremony—but Vail and Alaric had made it very clear that they didn’t want to be, in their words, a public spectacle. And Draven had said he was content with the role he had secured—whatever that meant.
I took a deep breath and let it out. For today, no problems existed. There was no correspondence I needed to read. No deals to negotiate. No advisors to scrutinize.
Today was just for me and my mates.
My fingers ran across the silky fabric of the dress. It might not have had pockets, but this dress was to die for.
“I’m going to need it to go on record that I didn’t step into this room and lock the door behind me.”
I whirled to find Draven leaning against the doorframe, his gaze slowly drinking in every inch of me.
“So you like the dress then?” I arched a dark brow.
“I love the dress.” He pushed off the doorframe and stalked towards me. “Don’t get too attached though. We both know Vail is going to be tearing it off you later.”
“Not you?” I smirked.
His fingers toyed with the thick straps that supported the corset-style top half. “Personally, I’d love to see it pooled around your feet while I bent you over the bed so you could suck Kieran down your throat while I feasted on your delicious little pussy.”
“Fuck.” I clenched my thighs together.
Draven spun me around until I faced the mirror again. Then his hands slid down over the tight bodice, giving my breasts a hard squeeze before continuing to glide over my hips. “Not even a hint of a panty line,” he commented before his fingers found the high slit over my right thigh.
“We don’t have time,” I argued half-heartedly.
“My love, do you really think I didn’t plan for this?” he purred as he kissed the side of my neck. “We have exactly enough time for me to fuck you hard and fast . . . and for you to walk down that aisle with my seed dripping down your legs.”
His fingers grazed my clit, and I moaned. “Roth will be pissed,” I said through panted breaths as he sunk two fingers straight into my aching core.
“Already cleared it with them.” Draven grunted and kicked my feet apart as he pumped his fingers in and out. With his other hand, he pushed lightly on my back. “Hands on the wall.”
I did as he said, planting my palms on the smooth wood on either side of the mirror. Draven took his hand out from between my thighs, and I watched in the reflection as he flipped my dress up over my ass.
“Don’t mess up my hair.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he promised as he unbuttoned his pants and then slammed his cock into me. I let out a strangled scream as he bottomed out before pulling back and doing just as he’d promised—fucking me hard and fast.
I watched my tits bounce in the mirror as the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the small room. Draven’s fingers sank harder into the soft curve of my hips, but he was careful not to pierce it and risk getting blood on my dress.
I felt the mixture of our combined pleasure dribbling down my leg just as he let out a deep groan. Our eyes connected in the mirror, and Draven smiled at me. “You are fucking perfect. Now let’s go get you married and bonded.”
Less than two minutes later, we exited the room. Draven hadn’t been kidding about me wearing him down the aisle. He’d made sure my dress was okay but hadn’t let me clean up further. With every step, I felt more of him slip out.
We turned the corner and almost ran into a familiar russet-haired Moroi.
“There you are!” Zander grabbed my wrist and tugged me along. “You’re late.”
I glared over my shoulder at Draven. “Told you.”
He shrugged unrepentantly. “Worth it.”
Zander led us through a few narrow alleyways until we reached the edge of the large courtyard where the sparring area was—or had been. I gasped as I looked at the once dirt-filled ground that was now covered with soft green grass. Flowers of purple, yellow, and white rose on delicate stocks, lining a path for us.
“Do you like it?” Draven asked.
