11

"We forgot the wedding photos," I groaned when we arrived at the house in Utah after we dealt with Mary.

Julian frowned. "We had a photographer taking pictures. I saw he got our first kiss and the dances."

"No—yeah, we did that, but we didn't do all of the poses. Pictures with my dad and Izzy and stuff. We had sex instead." I frowned. Or would we have done them after?

"We'll get dressed up again," he hurried to say. "I know some cultures do them months in advance. So what? We did it a week after. Izzy will love the chance to wear that pretty dress again."

Good point. Yeah, he was right with that.

"You okay?" I checked as he glanced at his phone.

He didn't ignore it or brush me off, still focused on his phone. "I think I need to hear that she's packed up and moved before I feel it's over. It doesn't feel over yet." He sighed heavily. "Maybe we shouldn't have done this today. Or done it yesterday?"

"Sorry," I whispered, feeling horrible that I'd ruined our wedding.

His head snapped up and he frowned. "I wasn't blaming you. I thought to do this after we married and before—there's no right answer on these things." He slipped his phone in his pocket and moved towards me, cupping my cheek when he reached me. "We made this decision together. I just—it was easy to know this was the right choice, but it's…"

"Yeah, it is," I agreed, not really sure but willing to agree when he was obviously conflicted. "How about you help me out of this dress and we take a soak? Just have a glass of wine and enjoy the cold night and the hot tub?"

He frowned. "That wasn't the plan to start our honeymoon."

I moved my hand over his and leaned in and kissed him. "The plan is whatever we say it is, my darling hubby. Let's just decompress for a bit and let this settle. We have our whole honeymoon to ravage each other and show you the lingerie I bought."

He closed his eyes and groaned before kissing me. "Yeah, a soak, but now I want to see that lingerie."

Good. That was what I was hoping to manage.

He went to use the bathroom and I quickly teleported to Wyn who was outside on my detail. I hissed at him to get help and get Mary packed up and to her new place and report the moment it was done because if she fucked up my wedding night, I might kill her and make a mess.

To say my security was shocked was an understatement, but I didn't give them a chance to respond, teleporting to the master bedroom and acting like I hadn't just done what I had.

It wasn't completely selfish. I did want this for Julian more than myself.

Or more it was that Mary had already taken enough from us and ruined too much between us. I didn't want anything else going to her.

It made sense in my head.

The soak was exactly what we needed… But the company not so much. I frowned when Hudson showed up first, even if I wanted the food he brought. I was about to tell him to sod off, but Julian was totally fine with it and told him to hop in after he hung up his suit.

Oh, and to bring us more drinks.

Huh?

I let it go because Julian was all over the place so whatever he needed.

And I wanted the cake Hudson brought. A fucking platter of wedding cake and extra cakes of different flavors.

Of course I wanted it.

Neldor came next with pounds and pounds of pork that had been slow-cooked by spit and… Yes. Please.

"Everything was a hit," he told us as he set it all on the table outside, the soak now abandoned. "People all over are talking about how strong the alliance is with the dragons for them to give such a huge gift and looking forward to being allied with them for generations if their heads are on so straight like this to respect our warriors.

"It honestly couldn't have gone better. All the Guardians got way more than just a sandwich or something basic as a token. Plus, the ones most newly awoken who haven't left Faerie yet are all pumped to finally do their training to learn about this world after tasting the food from Earth. Those last huge groups have been dragging their feet."

I nodded. That had been a problem, but any given day we had mountains of problems, so we could never handle them all.

But at least for once there was a day without any fucking problems. Seriously.

Lucca and Darby came last with a ton of the catering and to report that Guardians were being awesome. They weren't letting the hobgoblins clean up after they'd done so much to set it all up for them. Instead, they were using the magic from the food eaten and breaking down garbage and more.

It was already mostly done and most promised to help at rest stops or with something the hobgoblins would need to thank them for being part of such a nice surprise for them.

We all sighed in relief.

"So much for eloping," I chuckled, shooting Julian a loving look.

He opened his mouth but then closed it, not saying anything until I pushed him. "I'm really glad we did this instead." He nodded when I couldn't hide my shock. "I always dreamed of my mating, my sweet fairy. I didn't want a crazy royal wedding because we would hate that and you hate being the center of attention, but—was this horrible for you?"

"No." My answer was instant and truthful. I smiled at him. "No, I loved this too. This was my dream wedding even if a bit bigger than I would have liked because some stupid nobles snuck in and that irks me. This was great. I just kept dragging my heels because it wasn't what we said we wanted, but if you're really not upset then I'm glad we did it too."

I was glad when he leaned in and gave me a soft kiss. Good, then I could settle with this because I really did feel guilty that I'd dragged him into something he hadn't wanted because of my position.

Again.

Right as we were wrapping up the food, Wyn showed up and informed us that Mary was completely packed up and moved to her new residence. She'd thrown a fit that it had been done right away and at night, but he'd made it clear it was the choice to move then to her new, lovely cottage… Or jail.

Also, that she could go directly to Ara for anything that might have been missed and she would verify it really belonged to her and she wasn't pulling a fast one. A team had already loaded the cottage with essentials, and anything else she needed could now be added to the weekly shopping lists.

So it was done. It was completely and truly done. The bitch could unpack herself and everyone else could deal with her.

I thanked him, and Julian and I shared a relieved look.

The moment Wyn was gone, I was in Julian's arms and he had me on the table.

"Wait, wait," I cut in when he tried to devour me.

"Sorry, did she ruin this?" he worried.

"No, no, not at all," I quickly answered, rubbing my hands over his chest. "But let's make a rule that there's like a five-minute time-out after one of our parents is mentioned? Like that topic doesn't get me going, ya know?" I felt better when mirth filled his eyes. "Plus, I need a quick shower, and I promised that I had something to get ready for you."

He groaned. "I don't want to wait and want you now, but I also want to see what you prepared."

"Okay, whiny hubby," I cooed and flipped around so I could slide off the table on the other side of him. "Go get cleaned up and meet me in the master bedroom in ten minutes."

"Fine, but just because we're married doesn't mean you're going to be the boss of me now," he grumbled.

"I was always the boss of you, Doc," I reminded him, giving him a wink that I used the old nickname for him again. I wouldn't often, but sometimes it was good to remember our history instead of letting it only be something painful for us.

Especially when we'd overcome so much of it.

I took a super-fast shower and used magic to dry my hair mostly, reapplying just the littlest bit of makeup. Then I put on the tiny thong and garters. The thigh-high stockings and super crazy heels he would love. Finally, the over-the-top white see-through nightgown that had a built-in bra and flowed all over the place like a wedding dress vibe.

It had a slit up the middle, so it gave a hint of what I was wearing. I remembered the robe at the last minute with the feather boa material lining the cuffs and hood like it was something off of a 50s film set or something. I put it on and went to exit the closet but realized I had no idea how to play this.

Did I lay on the bed? Stand there while I called him in? What was the sexy way to do this?

It turned out I didn't need to worry because my impatient husband was already waiting in the room for me in nothing but a towel wrapped around his hips.

And he wasn't the only one.

I glanced between Hudson, Lucca, Darby, and Neldor before focusing on Julian with a confused look.

He smiled and moved towards me. "First, and most importantly, you are a vision, my sexy wifey. Second, it's never just us." He cupped my face and brushed his lips over mine. "Let us show you how it will always be. Let us be so good to you that you cannot see it any other way."

"I—"

"I want this as my wedding present, my sweet mate," he whispered before kissing me again. "I've had this fantasy for so long. Give it to me as my present."

"No runes?" I checked, not ready for that, especially when I got so out of my head.

He slid his arm around my waist and pulled me against his firm, muscular body. "No, no runes. Just us. Pleasing you."

Yeah, I nodded. I nodded so fast my head about popped off.

He pushed the robe off of me before swooping me up in his arms. I swallowed a groan when they all lost their towels and he plopped me onto the bed.

"So what's the plan?" I asked, glancing between them.

He smirked at me as he ran his hand up my leg and teased my thong. "You, my delicious wife, are going to very sweetly ask for me to lick your even more deliciously sweet pussy. And then ask each of them. We're going to lick you over and over and again. That's just the first round of this fun."

He ripped off my thong before I could even respond.

Fuck. Me.

Clearly, that was the end goal.

I licked my lips and pushed up on my elbows. He wanted to wind me up and play?

Fine, two could play that game and I knew his buttons too.

I spread my legs into the splits. "Please eat my cunt, my mate. Stick your tongue in me until I gush all over. Lick me until you can't anymore and—"

He grabbed my ass and lifted me up, attacking my pussy.

I was orgasming not two minutes later it was so fucking hot. I thought he'd keep going, but he moved off of me with a smirk.

And Lucca took his place. He turned me onto my side and finger fucked both my holes as he ate me out. The moment I finished—which didn't take long—he moved away… Hudson taking his place.

"You win," I moaned when his turn was done and Neldor took over. "You can plan our wedding night fun."

"I'm going to plan a lot of our fun, my sexy, sexy wifey," Julian chuckled, giving me a kiss.

They each went again after the first round, but then they joined in touching me and kissing me. My body was overloaded as I couldn't keep track of the lips and hands. One orgasm seemed to lead into the other, and I just wanted more and to touch them as well.

I noticed a toy was slipped into my ass, but I didn't really like pay attention or care except it was turned on and felt fantastic.

Then it was time for more. I was leaning against Hudson, stroking him and Darby as Julian moved between my legs and pushed inside of me.

"I love you, Tamsin Vale," he whispered.

"I love you, Julian Vale," I mumbled, feeling embarrassed but excited too somehow. I was glad when he kissed me, and he swallowed down my screams as I orgasmed.

I was shocked when he didn't last long, not able to hide my reaction.

He simply chuckled. "Tams, you were so perfect all day, we've all been on edge and dying for you. It didn't matter what else happened or the other drama. Fuck, I was about to come the moment you stepped out in that outfit."

"Me too," the others agreed.

I kissed him with all I had, moaning when he pulled out of me. I wanted like forty more rounds with him even if I knew that wasn't physically possible. I whimpered but then practically purred when he rolled me over and touched me more.

"Say yes," he whispered as he pulled out the toy from my ass. "Say it's finally time, my wife."

The lust cleared enough for me to get clued in, and the four men looking at me with crazy desire won over my fear and worry. The guys wanted this so, so much that they didn't care Julian was going first as long as they were a part of it.

"Yes," I whispered, my voice a bit shaky.

"We're going to make it so good for you, shorty," Hudson promised as he moved under me. He kissed me and ran his hands all over my body, promising me that I would love it as Julian's cock touched my other hole.

Apparently, he was right.

I orgasmed as Julian pushed inside of me and it wasn't simply whoever was touching my clit. It was probably all of their desire engulfing me, but I didn't care because it felt fucking fantastic and was one of the best orgasms of my life.

"Did she just—did you just—" he started to ask.

"Don't stop!" I begged, reaching back for him and moving to take more of him in me.

"Fucking perfect," he groaned and thrust forward. He pulled me up onto my knees and Hudson came with me. It was only then I realized I wasn't wearing the nightgown. Everything was mostly gone besides one of the stockings.

I think?

I came again as someone shoved their fingers in my pussy, begging they fuck me with more. Lips were on my nipples and neck. I was drowning in sensations and men.

My men.

Then Julian lifted me up and lowered me onto Darby's cock while still inside of me. I was back on all fours then and he fucked me so they thrust in me together and made me feel so full it was unreal. I gushed all over them each time I finished.

When they were spent… I was oddly energized.

I grabbed Neldor and pulled him down to the bed, climbing onto his lap and riding him like a champion. I smirked at him when he finished, moving my hand over his lips when he tried to kiss me. "If you don't make it clear that was amazing, then there's just no hope for you, Nel."

"Not now, idiot," Lucca grumbled when I moved off of Neldor.

I'd missed something there, but obviously Neldor had made some sort of indication he was going to say it now instead of later.

Yeah, what an idiot. Seriously.

I reached for my bear next and he took me up against the wall.

"Let Hudson have your ass, cream puff," he begged when we were done. "I want to eat you out while he's in your pretty ass. I'll lick you both and we'll have so much fun."

"I'll be gentle," Hudson promised as he hugged me to him.

I nodded, wanting all of that and more.

It was even better than I'd hoped. They lifted me to sit on Lucca's shoulders, my pussy plastered to his face and Hudson slid into my ass as they held me up. That wasn't enough though, and they moved us to the bed where I sat on Lucca's face while Hudson took me and Lucca licked us both. It was unreal, feeling him finger me as he ate.

And others still touching and kissing me.

I rode Darby while Neldor was in my ass, and that too full feeling while they were still being so gentle and overwhelming… I seriously found a new kink that I was going to be addicted to. I came so hard that I almost passed out, but Neldor healed me so I could keep going.

"She needs a bit of an intermission," Julian said when we finished that time.

I nodded and drifted off to sleep.

I woke sometime later… Hungry.

Shocker.

No, not really, but I was cleaned up and lying all over them which was nice. I decided to be a good wife and woke Julian with my mouth.

On his cock.

He moaned and gently played with my hair as he watched the show, praising me and thanking me. He finished with a grunt and thick desire in his eyes. "Are you going to give each of them a kiss like that, my sweet wife?"

I realized they'd all woken as well. I pulled off his dick and licked my lips. "A quick one if they want." I smirked when a few snorted.

I gave Hudson a few licks before doing a bit more to Darby but only kissed Lucca's cock a few times. That left me with Neldor.

He stared at me, his gaze intense. "What we shared earlier was the best of my life and so far beyond what I thought possible for sex I'm embarrassed that I ever thought I had good sex before. You're everything, baby doll. I'm the biggest duffer in two worlds for not making sure you understood that."

Fine, his dick got a quick kiss for that.

They fed me and then we had more sex all around the kitchen until I couldn't take anymore again.

"Remind me what a honeymoon is like if I ever object to getting married," I teased before passing out.

Seriously, tons of food and all the hot sex I could ever want? Sign me up for year-long honeymoons.

Could we get divorced to get married again just for the honeymoons?

I wanted to make a joke about that, but even I knew that would be crude and in bad taste.

I felt like I just went back to sleep and I was being woken up. I was clean and dressed before I realized it and Julian whispering to me to wear the glamour to be his wife, so we were going out in public?

"There's not a chance ya winning, duck," a woman said with a bit of a sneer in her voice. "I don't care how fit ya are."

"It's not me, but my wife," Julian chuckled.

"Oh, not ever happening," a guy said, his voice too amused.

I was about to ignore it all, but then nummy smells hit my nose and my stomach got interested. I really woke up then and gave Julian a kiss… To find us in a restaurant?

"I'm not making you breakfast on our honeymoon," he teased me. "This is a full English on a huge sandwich challenge."

I smacked my lips several times and blew him air kisses before rubbing my eyes to really get with it. Then I paid attention to the ribbing going on around us. There was already a betting pool with the locals of how hard I'd fall on my face.

I frowned at Julian. "And Americans are rude? Not even a welcome to England, but they're all just loudly mocking and betting against me?"

At least that stopped some of them… But most kept going, simply were quieter.

Whatever.

The huge tray came out. It was a massive loaf of French bread piled with eight fried eggs, eight huge sausages, eight pieces of bacon, and eight hashbrowns, all smothered with mushrooms. Yum. Then there were sides of tomatoes and beans that were huge.

Joined by what had to be at least a good pound of fries.

Sorry—chips.

Julian ordered me juice and I was off to the races. I went right for the fries and used the tomatoes as dipping ketchup basically. Those were gone before most could probably process. His own full English came out as I started on the sandwich and I frowned.

"How come you got blood sausage?" I mumbled, looking at the staff who were watching me like a hawk. "Did I not get any or does it not come with this?"

The woman's mouth dropped open. "You want more, lass?"

"Just making sure nothing's missing," I answered with a shrug and cut off a piece of the sandwich. "This is all lovely."

"It's disgusting the way she's putting that in," a guy said loudly.

"Ya said it was too much for her to boast she could do it, now ya saying she's disgusting for doing it when ya losing the bet," Julian replied, his voice cold… And his accent thicker since we were in his native land. "I don't think the problem is her , and if ya don't stop talking about my wife like that, we're going to talk outside, yeah?"

"She played her fiddle in an Irish band, but she fell in love with an Englishman," I sang, giving him a wink before going back to my sandwich. "Fuck, this is grand, really grand."

Wait, that was what Darby always said. My bad. It was still like… I actually had no idea what time it was in Utah. Too fucking early if it was morning in England.

We were going back to bed, right?