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I stared at this man who I had already grown to love. His protection and his willingness to help me was amazing. I met his eyes as they began to grow worried and said the two words that would bind us together forever, “I do.”

  He released a breath and gave a nervous laugh, “You scared me,” he whispered in a shaky voice.

  “Tamas, you may kiss your bride,” The preacher said in a booming, joyous voice.

  Tamas pulled me against him and stared down into my eyes with such intensity that my stomach flipped. Slowly, he leaned forward and pressed his lips against mine in a chaste and reverent kiss that meant more than any kiss he’d ever given me. I inhaled sharply as he reached up and caressed my cheek as if I were something precious. He pulled away with his fingertips brushing my jaw. A slow smile broke across his face as he took my hand in his and turned toward our family and friends. I blushed as I realized how quickly I had forgotten their presence.

  “I would like to introduce Mr. and Mrs. Tamas Brazil,” The preacher said behind us in a way that echoed throughout the room. Tamas raised my hand with his in the air as the crowd broke out in applause. My heart thundered in my chest as the enormity of my marriage hit me. Tamas Brazil was my husband and I was his wife for the rest of our lives. I glanced at him as my heart swelled. He was mine and I was happy to be his as we raced down the aisle to the limo.

  Chapter Twelve

  Wedding Night

  The doors to the limo closed and both Tamas and I sighed in relief. It was wonderful to be alone with him. His hand still gripped mine in a possessive way that made my heart pound. His eyes found mine and I blushed as I wondered what he was thinking. He reached forward and traced his finger from my cheek to my jaw and my skin warmed beneath his touch.

  “You are so beautiful,” He said with a smile, “I knew you would be but when I saw you walking down the aisle, you took my breath away. You’re stunning.”

  My breath hitched as he moved toward me and placed his lips over mine. This kiss was nothing like the one to seal our marriage. It was demanding and I couldn’t help but to wrap my arms around his neck and tangle my hands into his hair. My tongue traced his lips and his groan reached my ears as he pushed his tongue against mine. I sighed as I gave into him, panting as he pulled me closer and closer against him as if he couldn’t get close enough. My breaths quickened as he reached his hand up and palmed my breast. I moaned as my stomach clenched.

  A knock at the panel between us and the driver caused him to groan, “What is it?” I asked breathless and his lips twitched into a grin.

  “It’s our reception,” he said with a sigh, “Our time alone has come to its end for now.”

  “Is there a way out of it?” I asked trying to straighten my dress.

  He shook his head and laughed, “No but I wish there was,” he said with a raised brow as the chauffer opened the door. Tamas leaned close to my ear, “There is always tonight.”

  My heart shuddered in nervousness and fear at the prospect of what would happen. Tamas got out of the car and reached his hand out. His eyes met mine as a grin spread across his face.

  “Don’t be afraid…Yet,” he said, chuckling, “First, we must dance.”

  I glanced down at his hand and then, reached forward and placed my hand in his, “I’m not afraid,” I said, trying to be coy.

  He snorted, “We shall see, my beautiful wife,” he said, leaning closer to my ear so he spoke without the driver hearing, “And I look forward to it.”

  My eyes widened as he pulled me out of the car and into his embrace. My heart was still drumming hard against my chest when we stepped into the reception where everyone celebrated our wedding and all I was able to think of is what would happen afterwards.

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  I danced more than I had ever danced. By the time we re-entered the limo, I was exhausted and my thoughts had drifted to nothing but my magical wedding day. Tamas pulled me into his side and I was lulled to sleep by his warmth. A kiss on my temple woke me just before I was lifted into his arms. I opened my eyes as I heard his shoes touch on metal and we began a slight ascent.

  He glanced down at me as we entered the doorway of the motor home that would be ours. He smiled as he realized I was awake, “Hello, Beautiful,” he whispered and I blushed as he stood me on my feet, “Welcome, Home.”

  I glanced around my home in awe. It was so different from my childhood home. I was stunned as I took in the shining kitchen with marble counter tops. The refrigerator had the same wooden doors as the cabinets and the oven was painted in a deep brown that reminded me of autumn.

  There was a wooden table with four chairs directly across from the kitchen. The living area had a large white leather couch and two recliners facing a large flat-screen television. The driver and passenger seats were made of the same white leather as the couch and recliners.

  “It’s beautiful,” I said, glancing at him still trying to convince myself that this would be my home, “Did you choose it?”

  He nodded and puffed up his chest, “The day after I met you,” he said as he stepped near me, “I wanted a home for you. I wanted you to like it.”

  I tilted my head as I studied him. He shifted slightly and then, reached out his hand toward me, “Do you want to see the rest?” He asked with sudden excitement.

  I nodded and grinned, “I do,” I said putting my hand in his. He smiled wide and gave my hand a gentle tug toward the back of the motor home. We entered a small hallway. A bathroom was to the right and bunk beds were to the left. A door was in front of us. He turned to me and caressed my cheek. His hands shook and I realized he was nervous.

  “This will be our room,” he said and then, swallowed, “I want you to know that I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to do. I would never do that.”

  I tilted my head, “And what exactly do you want to do?” I asked as his eyes darkened. His breath hitched in his throat as he gazed down at me. My stomach began to twist.

  “I suppose we’ll find out,” he said, leaning close to me before shaking his head and pulling back. He gripped the knob and swung the door open.

  A queen bed sat in the middle of the room decorated with red and white satin sheets. Two dressers sat against the wall to my right and two sliding wooden doors sat to my left housing the closet. There were two nightstands of the same light wood sitting on each side. A lighted desk sat beside the door with a small television hanging above it.

  I moved past Tamas and touched the bed contemplating whether I would be able to be intimate the way he wanted. He moved near me and I turned sensing his eyes on me. He stood so close that his breath touched my face. His eyes were dark and mesmerizing as he reached out and touched my cheek with the tips of his fingers.

  “Nadia?” he whispered but said nothing else. He just allowed my name to hang in the air like a question.

  My heart rate spiked as he stood rigid and pulled his hand away. I frowned as I suddenly understood that he was giving me the choice. I would have to make the first move. I swallowed as fear slid through me but the desire to be with him and to touch him was much stronger. I swallowed hard as I made my choice. I stood on my tip-toes and kissed him with all of the desperate need that I was experiencing running through me. I reached up and plundered my hands into his hair. He inhaled sharply before grabbing me around the waist and pulling me to him. The kiss deepened before he pulled away. His forehead rested against mine.

  “Are you sure?” He whispered, staring into my eyes.

  I trembled as my stomach clenched deliciously, “Yes, I am,” I said as I reached up and touched his face. He closed his eyes and sighed as he leaned into my touch. He bit his bottom lip and then, pressed his lips against mine before backing away. He raised his brow as he assessed me and then, shrugged out of his jacket, letting it pool at his feet on the floor. He stepped toward me again. He reached out and traced his fingers across my shoulders, gently touching me with the tips. My breathing spiked as he stepped around me allowing his fingers to trace a path a
cross the tops of my breasts to my back. When he reached my back, he leaned forward.

  “Let’s get you out of this dress,” he said as each breath flowed across my ear causing a shiver to flow down my spine. I swallowed as his hand came to the first button. I inhaled sharply when it was released. Cool air touched the skin beneath. The next button was released and the next. I pressed my hand to the bodice to keep it from falling to the floor. A tremble shook through me as he backed away.

  “Turn around,” he said, softly but his voice was dangerous.

  I turned around with my head down. I raised my head allowing my eyes to sweep over him slowly from his feet up his beautifully muscled legs to his flat stomach and broad chest and shoulders. I swallowed as I took in his handsome face, finally meeting his eyes. He reached up to his tie and began to untie it. His eyes did not fall from mine as he did. He pulled it from his collar and threw it to the floor. He unbuttoned his shirt and walked toward me. His shirt was fully open by the time that he reached me revealing the t-shirt beneath.

  He bit his bottom lip and then, pulled the shirt from him and then, reached behind him to grip his t-shirt to pull it over his head. My eyes widened as I stared at his sculpted abs.

  “Nadia,” he whispered stepping closer, “Look at me.”

  I blinked as my eyes found his. He was searching my face, “You just have to tell me to stop,” he said as his eyes darkened, “I won’t go any further. I promise.”

  I swallowed as I raised my chin, “I won’t tell you to stop,” I whispered as I removed my hand from my dress and let it fall to the floor. He hissed in a breath before pulling me to him and melding his lips with mine. His skin against mine was hot and a drug that I just wanted more and more of. His tongue traced my lips and I gasped allowing him access into my mouth. My hands plunged into his hair pulling him closer as he backed me toward the bed.

  He pulled away from me, letting his eyes roam from my feet to my face. His eyes darkened more and more as he took in each inch of my skin. I swallowed as he released a breath.

  “Get on the bed, Sweetheart,” he whispered and my heart melted at the endearment. I swallowed hard as I backed up until my knees touched the edge of the bed. I kept my eyes on his as I sat down and scooted back. He unbuckled his belt and pulled it from the loops. My eyes followed the movement as he unbuckled his pants and released his zipper. He toed out of his shoes and then let the pants fall over his long muscular legs. He leaned down and removed his socks before standing in front of me with only his boxers on. I swallowed as my eyes roamed over his body which held rope after rope of muscle.

  He stepped toward me and I had to fight the urge to run. There was something about the situation that was both intriguing and terrifying. My stomach twisted as he gripped one ankle and brought it to his lips. I inhaled sharply as my stomach clenched deliciously. He made his way onto the bed, kissing my leg as he did. He reached my waist and paused before kissing my stomach right above my belly button. He glanced up at me and grinned. His eyes were hungry as he moved to my breast, kissing the exposed tops before moving to my neck and finally my lips.

  “You know you can tell me to stop any time that you want to,” he said again, reaching forward and caressing my cheek.

  “I don’t want you to stop,” I said, swallowing.

  “This is one of the bonds,” he said, nervously, “It will bond us. You will believe yourself in love with me.”

  “You will believe the same thing,” I said, refusing to tell him that I was already falling in love with him.

  He looked into my eyes, “It won’t be because of the bond that I believe that,” he said as my eyes widened.

  “What do you mean?” I asked as he traced my cheek.

  His eyes met mine, “It means that I am already in love you,” He said, biting his lip before continuing, “I have been since you hit me. I couldn’t have done otherwise. I loved that you were willing to fight someone that you couldn’t possibly beat for your little brother.”

  I inhaled sharply as I pulled him down into a searing kiss. My heart pounded hard as the realization that he loved me hit me with its full force. He loved me. It wasn’t just one-sided. He had fallen for me even before I had fallen for him. He pulled from me and frowned down into my face.

  “What are you thinking?” He asked staring down into my eyes.

  “I love you too,” I whispered, quietly, “I’m not just saying it because you said it either. I really love you.”

  He blinked surprised, “Say it again,” he said, desperate.

  “I love you,” I whispered, softly as he kissed me again. All worries of the bond were gone because it didn’t matter. We had bonded without it.

  “I won’t hurt you,” he whispered again before reaching behind me and unfastening my bra. I inhaled sharply as he pulled it from me. The cool air touched my skin as he stared down at me with steadily darkening eyes. He reached out and traced each breast with gentle strokes before kissing each one. My breath quickened as he took my nipple in his mouth and tugged. I inhaled sharply as he kissed a trail down my abdomen to the lacy edge of my panties. I swallowed a moan as he ripped them from me and leaned back. He stood removing his boxers. My eyes widened as I saw his massive length. I swallowed suddenly afraid.

  “You are beautiful,” he said before covering me with his body once more and kissing me with such passion that it took all vestiges of fear from me. He nipped my lip as his manhood found my entrance.

  I tensed and he stopped to gaze down into my eyes, “I realize this part will hurt,” he whispered as he caressed my face, “I can’t do anything about that but I promise I will make it up to you.”

  I smiled but I was sure that the fear was still resting in my face as I nodded. He eased into me, inch by inch, filling me up with him. He stopped at the barrier that marked my innocence.

  “I love you,” he whispered as he stared into my eyes.

  “I love you too,” I said as he broke through the barrier. I winced as tear fell down my cheek.

  He stared down into my eyes, “I’m sorry,” he said, swallowing as his eyes touched the tear, “It will be the last tear of pain shed for me.”

  I touched his face, “Make love to me,” I said and he leaned forward and kissed me.

  He moved within me slowly at first but moving faster and faster. The scent of him, the feel of him began to build and I met him thrust for thrust as pleasure mixed with pain and I began to reach for something I could not understand. A moan broke from between my lips as I had the insane need to bite him to bring his blood and allow him to do the same to me.

  His eyes widened as he stared down at me, his eyes the eyes of a werewolf. He leaned forward, giving me access to his neck…Giving me the choice. I couldn’t help it…I didn’t want to help it as I kissed the juncture between his shoulder and his neck. The sweat of his skin drove me closer to that need. I licked my lips no longer afraid of the bond because I wanted to be bonded to him. I wanted to be his in every way and I wanted him to be mine. I bared my teeth and then sank them into his neck.

  The taste of his blood filled my mouth and I moaned as my body exploded. A moment later I heard him groan as he emptied himself into me. I pulled from him and he stared at me with a smile on his face. He kissed me passionately before he laid beside me.

  “You are finally mine,” he said.

  I smiled, “And you are mine.”

  I heard one word before I drifted off to sleep, “Always.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  Eva

  I awoke warm and safe in Tamas’ arms. His fingers moved up and down my spine in lazy circles as he kissed the top of my head. I smiled and sighed contented as I gazed up at him amazed that he was husband and in awe that he loved me as much as I loved him.

  “Good morning, Beautiful,” he said reaching up with his other hand and caressing my cheek. A slow, sexy smile stretched across his face.

  “Good morning,” I said, staring into his eyes.

  His fingers m
oved to my shoulder, stopping at my scar. I tensed wanting to move away. I realized how ugly the mark was and I wanted to hide it so he was unable to see how horrible it really was but he shook his head.

  “Don’t move,” he whispered as he moved his hand over the scar. I winced as the silence stretched for a few minutes.

  I swallowed over the lump in my throat as I waited for him to say something. When he didn’t, my heart sank, “It’s ugly, isn’t it?” I asked and bit my lip as I waited for his answer.

  “Not if it’s on you,” he said, softly before gazing into my eyes, “I just wonder how you got it. Eva said it was her mark. How did she give it to you?”

  “When Jaelle was pulled from the window, I was trying to jerk her back into our home and away from the wolf,” I said as my lip trembled with the memory, “This resulted in the only way Eva could make me let her go.”

  His brows rose as his eyes lit with what appeared to be pride, “You were nine, right?”

  I shook my head, “Eight,” I whispered, sadly.

  “I don’t understand why you view your scar as ugly. It’s a symbol you were brave and were willing to give your life for those you love,” he said and then, pulled me to him and kissed me before whispering against my lips, “You still are.”

  I pulled back and stared down at him, “Now, there is the question of the girl who brought Fiona back. You understand that I have to know for sure if the girl I saw is Jaelle. Everything in me says she is,” I said as my heart clenched at the thought of her living with those monsters for ten years. My imagination had brought up too many images of what they had done to her. I pushed them away not wanting to think of it again.

  “I understand that you need to find out and if she is we will save her. I promise you that,” he said, pulling me to him and gazing into my eyes, “But right now, this time is for us and I intend to use every bit of it to show how much I adore you.”

  I giggled as he pulled me to him and we lost ourselves in each other for a little while longer.