Chapter 40

Flora

“I can’t go through with this.”

To her credit, Sable remains cool-headed.

“What do you need right now, Your Majesty?”

I balk at the title coming from my best friend.

“I can’t walk down the aisle alone!”

Sable nods slowly, placatingly. “You can’t?”

I shake my head. “No!”

“As long as I’ve known you, you have never been anything but independent. Why shouldn’t a queen march down the aisle unaccompanied at her own wedding? It’ll make a statement,” Sable says. “Besides, what better way to showcase this gown?”

Sable has a point. The gown she created for the wedding is everything. She’s somehow managed to pull off a dress that is regal, whimsical, youthful, and sexy all at the same time. Delicate silk drapes down the center of the backless gown, flaring outward into a twelve-foot train with hand-sewn pastel flowers. The straight neckline is modest, but the bodice accents every curve. The skirt is a princess-style amalgamation of tulle, silk, lace, and hand-sewn beadwork. It sparkles and flows like water as I pace the room in a panic.

“I need someone to hold on to. I need someone. Remember, the last time I was here, I got kidnapped!”

She nods. “On it. I’ll go get Uther.”

Sable still blushes when his name is on her lips. The two of them are the absolute cutest together: Sable, a loud tornado of activity, and Uther, an intimidating, silent, stone wall of a man.

“No! I need Sigurd.”

Kala steps in front of me as I pace. Her calming presence reminds me to breathe.

“Your brother is performing the ceremony,” Kala reminds me. “But, there’s no reason he can’t do both.”

I smile at her, my panic abating.

Minutes later, I’m on Sigurd’s arm, walking toward my soon-to-be husband.

“Thanks for not making me play the queen card,” I whisper.

Sigurd snorts a laugh, and most of the guests hear it. Snickering echoes throughout the chapel.

Callum’s expression remains steady, his eyes trained on me as Sigurd unwinds my grip and places my hand in Callum’s.

Together, we light three candles at the altar: one for Callum’s parents and one for the late king.

I float through the rest of the ceremony like floating through a dream.

I place the traditional royal wedding band, one that’s been passed down for generations, on Callum’s finger.

Callum slips onto my finger a ring that looks handmade, inlaid with tiny chips of precious gems.

Callum and I slip away to my private chambers during the one-hour lag between the ceremony and the reception.

I stare at my ring curiously as Callum works the hidden zipper loose at my lower back.

“I love my ring,” I tell him as I admire it.

The top of my dress falls, and he makes a frustrated noise at seeing my shapewear underneath.

“I’m glad you like it,” he says as I help him out by removing my bra and other things holding me in place.

When all that’s left is my panties, Callum circles one arm around my waist, with my bare back resting against his front.

I shiver as he cups both breasts from behind.

“Wh-where did you find it? I’ve never seen a ring like this in any of the shops,” I ask.

Callum sweeps his lips over my bare collarbone, softly kneading my breasts and rolling my nipples between his fingers.

“I made the ring,” he says. I push his hand away and turn to face him.

I gasp. “You what?”

He doesn’t answer at first but picks me up and carries me to the bed.

“Don’t look so surprised, my little fawn,” he says, lowering his head down to take one hard nipple into his mouth.

“Keep talking,” I say, as I begin to squirm at the pleasure of his mouth on me.

“I forged the band from some gold I found,” he says, switching to the other nipple, then lowering his hand to the waistband of my panties.

“Found?” I repeat, sounding like I’ve lost all but two brain cells.

“I had some help setting the gems. Those were also a discovery.”

He looks up at me and winks.

Then it hits me. “Callum, you didn’t!”

He looks up at me and winks.

My husband took gold and gems from Bird Eye Black’s treasure and made me a ring. It was scandalous and underhanded, but I absolutely love him for it.

After all, how can I protest? He had every right to do that, in my mind.

“I can’t believe you,” I say.

“Can I offer the queen my services to avoid being beheaded?” Callum asks, kissing a hot trail down my stomach, then tugging down my knickers.

“I suppose. It depends on what you mean by service.”

His teeth nip gently at the front of my pussy. My body jerks, radiating with pleasure.

“Oh that,” I breathe. “Yes. All…oh gods … all is forgiven, thank you very much, gamekeeper.”

He growls against my damp folds.

“Good girl. My perfect little fawn.”

My fingers grab onto his hair, and I stifle the moan that wants to erupt at the sensation of Callum’s tongue as it claims every inch of me.

I roll my hips forward to grind against his face.

“Everyone’s waiting for us in the reception hall, husband. Better make it quick.

But there is nothing quick about Callum now that he has me all to himself. Now that we no longer have to meet in quick, secret sessions.

Slowly, he slides two rough fingers into my cunt as his mouth adores my clit.

“My gods,” he says between soft licks and pleasing nibbles. “The queen is a wet little tease, isn’t she?”

“Callum!”

“Your Majesty.”

The sensations spiral out of control, and I’m almost ready to come.

Callum claims my center with hot, wild kisses, devouring me as I ride his face.

“My queen,” he growls. “My wife.”

“My fucking king,” I moan.

I lose all control as my Callum buries his face between my folds and destroys me completely. I come in a hard, rolling spasm, crying out his name.

A knock on the door has me sitting straight up on the bed. “Your Majesty? You forgot your reception dress.”

I breathe a sigh of relief. Callum chuckles, and I swat at him.

He rises from the bed and drops his trousers.

“Oh, yes I did. You can leave it outside. Thank you so much, Sable!”

“What are you doing in there if your outfit is out here?” Sable asks.

“Um…” I start.

Callum unbuttons his shirt. “Getting the royal treatment from her husband,” he calls out.

“Callum!” I hiss.

“Oh! Okay,” Sable says. “I’ll leave the clothes out here in the hallway and you can get them when you’re ready. See you downstairs!”

Her footsteps retreat and I shake my head.

Callum is not finished with me. He hauls me on top of him, and I know what he needs. I straddle his legs and take his thick cock in my hands.

“I can’t believe you said that to Sable,” I laugh.

Callum reaches up and cups my cheek. “We don’t have to hide anymore. So Her Majesty will have to get used to me bragging about us.”

And who could have a problem with that?

My husband’s pupils dilate as I stroke him up and down once, twice, and a third time before taking him exactly where he needs to be.

We do what we want, when we want, for as long as we want.

Our guests will be entertained enough without us, until we’re ready.

Callum fills me completely, anchoring me on top of him with steady hands.

I begin a slow, steady rhythm, savoring every inch of him as he moves in and out.

I close my eyes and smile.

“What are you thinking about, wife?”

With a sigh, I tell him, “I’m free.”