34. Zain

THIRTY-FOUR

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L una's hair shined like moonlight, adorned with those tiny little crystals I loved. A gown of lavender hugged her breasts before spilling down around her in layers of tulle. It was fashioned not to hug her belly, even though she'd insisted she wasn't that far along and a regular dress would be fine. Still, the empire waistline was beautiful—even if it hid her bump from me.

The skirt glittered like the stars, each tier dotted with its own set, and a bejeweled belt sat below her bust. The neckline had also been inlaid with more gemstones, and her cleavage spilled over the top, already larger from pregnancy.

Beautiful. She was the most stunning thing I'd ever laid eyes on. A tiara sat on the top of her head, a cloak of pure white velvet draped around her shoulders.

Her big green eyes looked up at me like she was memorizing my face the same way I was currently taking in hers. Like she never wanted to forget this moment. I knew I didn't.

My Queen. It felt like my whole life had built to this moment. The crown was mine, but more importantly, so was she.

I wanted to remember the moment forever when she'd said her vows to my kingdom, to serving at my side. Somehow, it meant more than our wedding.

Maybe because we knew how we felt now. Because I got to go to sleep every night with the love of my life in my arms, my entire world. Even if everything descended into darkness, I knew I'd still be able to find my way.

Because I had my light. My moonbeam. My mate.

"And now we get our happy ending?" Luna murmured, interlacing my fingers through hers as we walked to the ballroom together.

My cape draped behind me, the black fabric a mirror of Luna's, and a large golden collar rested against my chest.

"Yes." I leaned down to brush my nose against hers. "Now we get to be happy."

I guided her outside onto the balcony. Thousands of demons were collected below, all of them cheering for us as we waved hello, but that wasn't what I wanted to show her.

Luna blinked as her eyes took in the view, her hand reaching up to capture the small flakes floating down from the sky. "It's… snowing?"

"Do you like it?" I grinned, watching with rapt attention as she stared in childlike wonder.

"How … Did you do this?"

"I had help." Magic.

The snowflakes collected in her hair, dotting her pale skin before melting. She closed her eyes and inhaled the crisp scent.

"I love the snow," she murmured. "Willow always loved fall best, but I'm partial to winter."

"I know." I grinned, brushing the snowflakes off her cheeks. "Don't forget, I listen, wife."

She blushed, "But I thought it didn't snow here. The climate is… "

I shrugged, not wanting to ruin the wonder.

Rustling came from the open doors, a blur of activity, and when I turned, I found the two people we most wanted to see.

"Willow!" my wife exclaimed as her sister hurried over, dressed in a dark green gown and wrapped in a dark fur stole. Damien's hand was tight in hers like he couldn't bear to let her go.

A feeling I understood now all too well.

"Hey, Lune." She let go of my brother to wrap her arms around Luna. "I missed you."

"You have no idea." Luna rested her head against Willow's shoulder. "I think you need to visit more."

She smiled. "I think that can be arranged."

Damien held out his hand for me to shake. "You did it," was what he finally said, his voice deep.

"I did." We hadn't held a funeral for the bastard we called our father, though there was no body to burn, anyway. He didn't deserve it. In the last month, I'd come to terms with my role in my father's death. Part of me had always known someday I'd be responsible for his end, but I had hoped it wouldn't play out the way he did. But harming Luna, risking our unborn children—that was something I couldn't forgive.

"I'm only sorry I wasn't here to help."

"No." I couldn't help the shake of my head. "I'm glad you didn't have to see it. It was my burden to bear."

"It shouldn't have been." Damien placed a hand on my shoulder. "You take on too many burdens, brother."

Probably, but that wasn't what I'd come here today to discuss.

"I'm glad you have Willow."

"I know I was worried when you basically kidnapped her sister, but… I am happy you found your mate, too. Luna seems happy. "

"She is. We are. Speaking of that…" I slipped my hand back into Luna's, addressing them both. "We have something we want to tell you."

The tip of Luna's nose was pink, but the smile that covered her face was dazzling. Breathtaking . Just like she was.

Willow leaned her head on Damien's shoulder, an eyebrow raised in intrigue.

Luna didn't leave them waiting for long. "I'm pregnant." My wife looked up at me, happiness filling her eyes.

"You're… what?" Her sister's jaw dropped. Those eyes—just a shade darker than Luna's—were wide.

"You're gonna be an aunt!" She exclaimed, throwing her arms around her sister again.

"And an uncle," I said to Damien.

"Oh my gods. You're serious." The smile spread over her face. "You're really having a baby? And this is… good? We're happy? Excited?"

"Very happy," Luna confirmed. "And, well… two babies. That's what the healer said. I'm hoping to come to the doctor in Pleasant Grove to get an ultrasound." Luna scrunched up her nose. "Technology here isn't quite what it is back home."

"You can say that again." Willow laughed.

"Congratulations, you two," Damien said, playfully bumping his fist into my shoulder. "Twins. Wow. Overachiever, much?"

I shrugged, shoving my hands. "That's what it's like when you're the insufferable older brother, you know. Always gotta do my best to one-up you."

Damien smirked. "Let's just wait and see how that turns out, huh? Besides, you're not the insufferable crown prince any longer."

Huh. "No. I guess I'm not." The golden spiked crown on my head proved that .

Luna rolled her eyes at the two of us. "Now, if the two of you are both done being insufferable…"

I held back my grin at her feisty attitude. I wanted to fuck it right out of her. An idea for later.

"Never." Both of us grinned as our mates gave a little huffed sound, then laughter.

We stayed out on the balcony like that until Willow was shivering, and Damien draped his jacket around her shoulders.

"Should we head back to our rooms, Wil?"

"Mmm. Yes. I've missed that bathtub."

He chuckled. "I know you do."

"I can't believe my little sister got married and is pregnant before me," Willow bemoaned as they walked away.

"We can remedy that, you know."

She punched him in the shoulder. "Patience, Padawan . We're not ready yet."

A fang popped out from Damien's lip. "Are you sure? And don't think I didn't catch the Star Wars reference."

"At least you're learning." Willow patted his arm. "We've still got a lot of pop culture to catch you up on, demon."

"Little witch, you so enjoy torturing me, don't you?" He leaned down, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"You know you like it."

Damien leaned down, whispering something in Willow's ears that had her turning bright red.

"Goodnight, you two!" Luna called after them.

"Finally alone," I said, snaking an arm around Luna's waist to pull her in closer to me. She ran her hands down over her bump, her small belly poking through the fabric as she held them there.

"This feels familiar," she mused, wrapping her arms around my neck. I swayed us slightly to the music I heard from inside .

I thought about that night all those months ago. When I'd first brought her here, and she'd been like a single lone star in the sky—my beacon of light.

"Do you remember what I asked you that night?"

She furrowed her brows as if deep in thought. "If I thought I could be happy here?"

"Yes."

Her eyes softened. "I am. You know that."

The clock on the wall struck midnight. Bringing us to a new day.

I leaned down, dropping my voice to a whisper. "Happy Birthday, Moonbeam."

Her lips curved. "You knew."

"Of course. I have my sources."

"Willow has to stop giving out all my secrets," Luna muttered. "Besides, it's not even that exciting. I'm twenty-six."

"It's important to me." Because it was the first one we'd spent together. Because it was the first year of the rest of our lives. "And I know the perfect present for my newly crowned queen."

Lifting her up into my arms into a bridal carry, I headed back towards our bedroom.

I had an earlier promise that I still needed to deliver on, after all.

"Zain…" she panted, her thighs spread wide across my face as I thrust my tongue inside of her, my magic curling around her clit with little vibrations, bringing her right up to the edge and then stopping every time. "Please ."

But I was taking my sweet time devouring her, enjoying the taste of her on my tongue, letting her ride my face as she rocked her hips, trying to get enough friction.

As soon as we'd gotten back, I'd given her the present I'd gotten for her—a diamond pendant. And then I'd stripped that beautiful dress off of her, desperate to be inside of her.

Fates, she was gorgeous. And all mine. That primal urge was satisfied, knowing she carried a piece of me inside of her. That I could see the visible swell of her small belly, slightly rounded as she grew our babies.

Fuck, but that was the only present I'd ever need.

I kept fucking her with my tongue, letting her squirm all over my mouth, lapping up her juices with each stroke.

"Let me come. Please . I want to come so bad."

Luna, I scolded, flattening my tongue against her clit. But as much as I wanted to keep teasing her—edging her until she was crying for release—I wanted to be inside of her even more.

I was already rock hard, fisting my cock to keep from spilling just at the taste of her.

"So sweet," I muttered, pulling away. "You always taste so sweet for me, my queen."

She thrust her fingers into my hair, forcing me back against her. Luna whimpered as I flattened my tongue, lapping at her slowly.

"You want to come?" I asked, letting my powers rub slow, steady circles over that bundle of nerves.

" Yes. I need it," she whined. "Need to come."

Another languid lick up her slit as she moaned, rocking her hips faster. Then come for me, Moonbeam.

As if on command, she did, her orgasm bursting through her, pulling on my scalp almost to the point of causing me pain.

I lifted her off my face, and she moved to straddle my hips.

"Fuck. That's never going to get old." I leaned up, brushing my hand through her hair till I could cup her cheek, pulling her face down for a kiss, letting her taste herself on my tongue.

She let out a small groan as our tongues met. We kissed lazily, without a care in the world. Like we were the only two beings in this entire universe.

"I need you," Luna murmured, planting her hands on my chest and pushing herself back into a sitting position. "Inside." Her ass rested against my cock as she ground down on me. "Please."

"Look at you." I flicked my tongue against her nipple. "Naked and begging for me. Are you going to be a good girl and do what I say?"

She whimpered. "Yes."

I helped her lift her hips up, allowing me to position my tip with her entrance before she sunk down on me.

"Oh, Gods." Her head was thrown back as she worked herself down onto my length. "You're so thick. You always fill me so full."

My hands rested on her belly, that small curve that spurred me on even more. Knowing that I'd done that to her, bred her, that she was mine… It satisfied that primal instinct inside of me.

She moved up and down, working my cock further inside of her until I was buried to the hilt.

"So tight. Feels so fucking good."

Fates, she was a sight.

Her tits bounced as she rode me, the two of us moving in tandem. I couldn't keep my hips from thrusting, fucking up into her, from giving her everything she wanted. Even when I was in charge, she still had a grip on my heart.

"I love you," I murmured, closing my mouth around one of her breasts, swirling my tongue around a nipple.

She let out a series of breathy noises that went straight to my cock. "They're so sensitive," she cried, biting her lower lip as her nails dug into my chest.

I looked up at her, smirking as I switched attention to the other side, bringing her closer to the edge.

"I'm so close already. Goddess ."

"My goddess," I agreed, popping off her breast. "I can't wait till they're filled with your milk." I nipped at them lightly, letting my teeth pinch at the little pink buds. Running my tongue over her nipples once more in a soothing motion, I wondered what it would taste like.

"You're wicked," Luna gasped, and I moved my attention up, brushing my teeth over that mark on her neck.

"Yes." I'd never disagreed with that. "Wickedly yours."

"Oh. Bite me. Please." Luna begged, and I couldn't tell her no. I ran my tongue over the bite mark before puncturing her skin, a low moan slipping from her lips.

As soon as I sank into her, she came, her cunt squeezing around my cock. My balls tightened as I continued thrusting up inside of her, her climax pulling me into mine.

It didn't take long for me to follow right behind, pouring my cum inside of her like she was milking me for all that I was worth.

She collapsed onto my chest, kissing the spot above my chest before I shifted our position, rolling her onto her side. Luna threw her leg over mine, keeping me in place.

"Happy Birthday, baby," I murmured.

She gave me a lazy smile, curling into my side. "Best birthday ever." Her eyes fluttered shut, tucked into me, my cum leaking out of her body, my babies safe in her belly, and I'd have traded a thousand birthdays for the rest of my life to look just like this.

"I love you," I said, kissing her forehead and playing with her moonlit strands of hair .

Luna peeked her eyes open, looking blissfully content and totally sated. "I love you, too."

"Thanks for doing life with me. By my side."

"I wouldn't have it any other way."

Life with my fated mate, the woman who'd been destined to be my queen?

That was the greatest gift anyone could have given me—ever.