Enticed (The Brazil Werewolf Series Book 3) (8 page)

              “Do you Luc Nicolas Brazil, take Mary Jane Lee as your lawfully wedded wife to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health all the days of your life?”

              Luc’s smile widened as he nodded, “I do.”

              “Do you Mary Jane Lee take Luc Nicolas Brazil as your lawfully wedded husband to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health all the days of your life?”

              I gazed up into Luc’s eyes and smiled, “I do.”

              “The ring?” The preacher asked. 

              Luc turned and retrieved the ring but I couldn’t see it.  He leaned forward and whispered, “Before you see this, I want you to know that I did this for you,” he said suddenly nervous, “I wanted them to be part of this.  I want our marriage to be as good as theirs was.”

              Then, he flipped his hand over and I saw my mother’s wedding ring laying in his palm.  The gesture was sweet and meant the world to me as tears flooded my eyes, “Thank you,” I said and he smiled, relieved as he began to say his vows. 

              “
I, Luc Nicolas Brazil, take you, Mary Jane Lee, to be my partner, loving what I know of you, and trusting what I do not yet know. I eagerly anticipate the chance to grow together, getting to know the woman you will become, and growing in friendship and love every day. I promise to love and cherish you through whatever life may bring us,” he said as he slipped the ring on my finger. 

              A tear fell down my cheek as the preacher turned to me, “The ring?” He asked me and I turned to Aurora who handed me my father’s ring. 

              I turned back to him and placed the ring on his finger as I spoke my vows, “I, Mary Jane Lee, take you, Luc Nicolas Brazil, to be my partner, loving what I know of you, and trusting what I do not yet know. I eagerly anticipate the chance to grow together, getting to know the man you will become, and growing in friendship and love every day. I promise to love and cherish you through whatever life may bring us.”

              “What God has joined together, let no one cast asunder,” the preacher said, joyously as he faced Luc, “You may kiss your bride.” 

              Before I could blink, Luc pulled me to him and kissed me long and deep.  When he released me the people in the chapel broke into an applause.  We turned to face the crowd as the preacher yelled over the crowd. 

              “I would like to introduce Mr. and Mrs. Brazil!”  The sentence echoed around us.

              I raised my chin as my husband raised our joined hands in the air and peered out into the crowd of what was now my new family.

              We were alone in the limo only moments after our wedding.  The divider was up giving us more privacy than we had ever had as the car started.  I took a deep breath as I realized there was no one who would interrupt us. 

I swallowed nervously as I clasped my hands in my lap to keep them from shaking.  Luc grinned as he touched my cheek, causing my stomach to flip pleasantly as he leaned closer.

              “Did you miss me?” He asked as his nose skimmed my jaw.  I bit my lip as I stared forward, trying to seem unaffected by him. 

              “No,” I said with a smirk and he raised his brow as I finished speaking, “Not at all.

              He leaned forward feigning anger, “I’ll just have to make you wish you hadn’t said that,” he said, pulling away, “That will teach you to say everything I want you to say.”

              I laughed as I shook my head, “Not going to happen,” I said wryly as I met his gaze.

              His expression softened, “I’m glad,” he said before caressing my cheek with the backs of his fingers.

              I blinked surprised and then, tilted my head, “You are?”

              “I am,” He said as he tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear, “I don’t want to be married to someone who is a robot.  I want you to be who you are and do what makes you happy.  I hope one of the sources of your happiness is me but if I ever make you unhappy, I want you to be able to tell me.”

              I smiled as I bit my bottom lip.  He pulled my chin, causing me to release it and replaced my teeth with his mouth.  He was gentle almost reverent as his lips moved gently over mine before becoming more demanding.  His tongue traced my lips and then, plunged into my mouth, tangling with my tongue.  My breathing quickened as he pushed me into the seat and I reached up to run my hands through his hair.  He groaned and then, pulled back with a grin. 

              “As much as I am enjoying this, I don’t think we should be late to our reception,” He said, kissing the tip of my nose.

              I shrugged as the limo stopped, mimicking his indifference at my bridal shower perfectly, “That’s the good thing about the party being thrown for us.  They can’t start without us.” 

              He pulled me so that I was sitting up.  He smoothed my dress as he chuckled, “I have been a bad influence on you,” he said before leaning over and whispering in my ear, “I think I look forward to influencing you more in the future.”

              The limo driver opened the door as I grinned, “What’s stopping you from doing it now?” I said with a laugh.

His eyes became serious as an almost dreamy smile lit his face, “The first dance with my wife,” he said, grabbing my hand as he exited the limo, pulling me along with him.

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              I noticed the men at each exit when we arrived.  My eyes widened as I realized that they were guards.  Though dressed in the same attire as the rest of the attendees, their scents told me with no uncertainty they were werewolves.  I swallowed as I glanced around the reception hall, finding them posted everywhere.  Their presence at first worried me even though Luc ignored them.  It was Lilly who calmed my fears when she told me why the Brazils felt the need to have them there.  I was horrified as she told me about Eli’s attack while she had been on her way to the restroom at her reception.  He had nearly blood bonded with her then but Marco had saved her from that fate.  I glanced around the room again, suddenly grateful for the guard’s presence. 

              It took a while for me to push the story to the back of my mind but I finally convinced myself that instead of thinking of danger, I should revel in the safety around me and have fun.  So, I danced and drank a little more wine than I should have.  When the night ended, I was surprised.  It seemed that it had only just begun. 

It wasn’t until I was sitting next to Luc in the limo that I experienced the exhaustion of the day.  He must have noticed because he gently pulled me into his side so that my head rested on his shoulder and allowed me to sleep as we traveled to our home.  Only the sensation of being lifted woke me.  My eyes flew open in alarm only to find Luc grinning at my surprise as he pulled me to his chest. 

              “What are you doing?” I asked in a high pitched voice which echoed around us. 

              He chuckled, “I’m carrying you over the threshold,” he said as if it should have been obvious.  He shrugged, “I was told it was good luck.  Marco carried Lilly and Andre carried Aurora…It seemed to work for them and I figured we could use a little luck.”

              “It’s only lucky if you don’t trip,” I said, glancing at the step skeptically as I imagined falling to the ground. 

              “No faith,” he said as if wounded and then, stopped at the foot of the steps before taking a leap and landing deftly on his feet just inside the door.  A small squeal of fear broke from my lips.

              He laughed as I struggled within his arms.  He pulled me closer to him, “One of the perks of being a werewolf,” he said with a twinkle in his eyes, “We’re extremely agile.”

              “Not funny,” I said as he sat me down on my feet.  I blinked as I finally, took in my new home and gasped.  A Kitchen of stainless steel and light wood stretched before me.  To my right was the living area.  The driver’s and passenger’s seats were turned toward the cabin.  I stepped into the room and found soft white sofas lining the sides along with a small booth.  A large television hung on the wall. 

              “What do you think?” Luc asked and I turned to find him biting his bottom lip.  His eyes had darkened in worry.

              “It’s perfect,” I said and he sighed in relief before giving me an enormous smile.

              He took the few steps toward me, grabbing my hand in his before pulling me back through the kitchen.  A small room with bunk beds lined the wall.  Across from it was the bathroom.  He stopped in front of the closed door to what I knew was the bedroom we would share.  His breathing picked up in rhythm as did mine.  Vivid images slammed through my mind causing me to shake in want and need.

              Slowly, he turned to me and his eyes met mine.  He licked his lips before swallowing audibly, “This is our bedroom,” he said in almost a whisper.  I nodded unable to tell him that I already knew.

              I bit my bottom lip as he opened the door and he moved aside, allowing me to step through.  A large bed covered in white silk sat before me.   A glance around afforded me with a dresser and armoire of the same light wood as in the kitchen.  My eyes moved to the mirrored doors of a closet but the bed held my attention. 

              Luc stood behind me and I inhaled sharply as his presence swamped me, “I don’t expect anything from you,” he whispered hoarsely.  I stiffened as I realized how hard it was to even utter those words.  The sweetness behind them spoke to me but something else did too.  He was my husband and I would always be connected to him because of a choice I had made.  There would be no one else that I would be bonded to and the truth was I didn’t want to be bonded to anyone else.  My eyes widened as I realized there would only ever be him.

              “I’ll let you get dressed for bed,” he said after a long moment of silence.  I could sense him backing away.  My heart sped up as the fear of being separated from him slid through me.

              “Don’t go,” I said, surprised by how calm I sounded when everything in me jittered with nervousness. 

              He paused and there was a long moment of silence as his confusion gave way to understanding.  I didn’t turn to him.  I couldn’t because I was waiting for his choice to be made.  My stomach flipped afraid of what it would be.

              His clothes rustled as he turned to me.  His breath touched my neck as he spoke, “Are you sure?” He asked in a voice so husky and deep that it reverberated through me.

I took a deep breath and nodded, realizing that he had given me this last chance to take it back, “Yes,” I whispered so softly that I wasn’t sure he would be able to hear me. 

He was quiet for another moment.  His breaths whispered over me as I began to wonder if he would refuse when he shifted, moving closer to me, “You said you were a virgin.  Have you ever done anything sexual, at all?” He asked as his breath touched my ear. 

              I shook my head, “No,” I said as my heart thudded against my chest, “You were my first kiss.  You’ll be my first…everything,” I heard him gasp at the last word.

“You’ve never been with anyone but me in any way?” He asked astonished.

I shook my head as I kept my gaze on the bed, “I haven’t but I’m assuming that you have.”

              He sighed, softly, “A long time ago,” He said as he touched my nape.  I stiffened as I experienced a slight pang of jealousy before his lips touched the space where my shoulder connected to my neck and it floated away, “But you are the only one who has ever consumed my dreams.”

His teeth nipped lightly as he nibbled up to my ear, causing a moan to break free from my lips, “Because of the blood bond,” I said as a violent shiver slid down my spine.

“No,” he said, pulling me against him as his arm wrapped around my waist, “From the moment you looked at me, you’ve had me.  I was stunned when I found out who you were.  I was unable to leave your side while you healed.  When you were in pain from your parent’s death, I wanted to take that away and I was relieved when you began to move on from your grief because I wanted to begin to deserve you.  All of that happened before the bond.  So, I know that I have always wanted you.”

I turned to face him with wide eyes.  What he said couldn’t be true.  I didn’t believe someone could want that type of connection from the beginning but his face didn’t show deception.  It only showed truth. 

Heat slammed through me as I twisted my arm around his shoulders.  My breath hitched as the need to touch him, rose.  Without thought, I grabbed his neck and pulled him to me in a bruising kiss.  Instantly his mouth melded with mine as he returned the kiss with a furiousness that left my lips swollen.  His hands slid to my back as I felt the buttons release on my dress and then, the zipper.  I inhaled sharply as it slid down my body and pooled on the floor.  His hands skimmed down the naked skin of my back, causing me to shiver in delight. My mind screamed.  I wanted more. 

I slid my hands to the front of his shirt and began to untie his tie.  It finally loosened and I pulled it, before it joined my dress at our feet.  The kiss continued as I unbuttoned his shirt, desperate to have his skin touch mine.  Finally, it fell open and I pushed it off of him only to find a t-shirt beneath.  I groaned in frustration as I resisted the urge to rip it from him.  Instead, I pulled it over his head and stepped back to see him.  He was muscled and firm but his eyes were what caused my stomach to flip.  They were consumed with need as he reached out and pulled me to him.  I moaned as his heated skin touched mine. 

“I’ve dreamed this,” he whispered against my lips, “But the reality is better.”

The evidence of his arousal pushed against me and my pulse quickened even more.  I was frightened but I wanted him desperately.  Slowly, my hand moved downward to the button of his pants.  With one quick movement, the button gave way and his zipper followed.  He pulled away for a moment as he toed off his shoes and bent to rid himself of his socks.  His pants followed, leaving me breathless as I stood there in only my bra, panties and high heeled shoes.  He caught sight of me and inhaled sharply as his gaze darkened. 

“You…are…so…beautiful,” he said in a voice that was saturated in predatory pleasure.  He stepped closer to me as he bit his bottom lip, “And you are mine and only mine.”

Then he was on me, pushing me onto the bed.  His hands were hot as one found my breast and began to slowly need.  My nipples hardened as I arched into him.  My stomach clenched deliciously as his free hand reached behind my arching back and released the clasps of my bra.  Then, it was gone and I was exposed even further for him.

“My God, you are perfect,” he whispered as his hand grasped my chin, forcing me to gaze into his hooded eyes.  I bit my bottom lip against the moan from just those words as he lowered his head and kissed me again before making a path to my breasts.  He took one nipple into his mouth and then the other as he began to slide my panties down my legs, only breaking contact to rid me of them.  His eyes blazed with passion as he gazed down at me exposed for him. 

That look seared me and I realized I needed him more than I needed anything.  His eyes remained on me as he shed his boxers.  I couldn’t help but to peer down at what would join us.  My heartbeat quickened because I was suddenly afraid of its size. 

He covered me once again as he gazed into my eyes, “I don’t ever want to hurt you,” he said as he caressed my cheek, “That’s why we are going to take this slow.”

My fear melted away as my hand moved down his body, finally gripping his manhood.  He hissed through his teeth as his eyes widened.  His lips touched mine becoming more demanding as he shoved his tongue into my mouth.  A tremble of pure need slammed through me as I felt his finger slip past my folds and move within.  A groan slid from him, rumbling in his chest.  Pleasure gripped me as I began to slide my hand along his length.