I trembled like a leaf before a firestorm. Sabrina strode up to the platform with the piece of paper in her hand and presented it to the justice.
"See here?" she said. "Alana Johnson is the daughter of Robert Woodson and Lilly Johnson. She can't get married to Luke because they're siblings," she declared.
The minister frowned. "Is this true?" he asked, scrutinizing the birth certificate.
I opened my mouth to answer, but my throat was dry and scratchy, unable to make out any words. Luke answered for us both.
"Yes," he said darkly. "Technically it's true … " he trailed off, glaring at Sabrina.
"Sir," said the justice. "Then I can't marry you. In New York, persons known to be related, whether through blood or marriage, cannot be legally married. I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to halt this ceremony."
I felt dizzy. We'd come so close to legitimizing our union , and yet we'd lost everything … again. Luke and I were never going to be together. I bowed my head, tears pooling in my eyes before spilling down my cheeks. I knew that this was a lost cause, and gave up the fight then and there in my heart.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Luke
"Wildflower, listen to me," I ground out. "It's not over yet. I'm a powerful man. I can find some way to be together, there's got to be a way. I just need to give my team some time to do more research."
"Luke, stop," she said softly. "It's over. We've lost. Now we know that we can never be married, and there's no point in fighting it. I don't want to live in sin, so we've got to be apart, don't you see? It's just the way it has to be."
I shook my head furiously, but had no reply. I was livid at the way things had gone. I'd actually hustled Wildflower all the way to the altar, only to be foiled by that bitch at the last minute. I rued the day my mother had introduced me to Sabrina. Somehow, the cunt had gotten her hands on a copy of Alana's birth certificate and totally blown our chance at happiness. Now Wildflower and I could never be married in NYC.
How she'd gotten that birth certificate was still a mystery to me. I'd questioned my entire staff because I'd figured there'd been a leak in my inner circle. But I wasn't so sure anymore. My people had been loyal to me for fifteen years, and it was difficult to believe that one of them would sell me out, trashing my opportunity with the one and only woman I'd ever loved. Someone or something more nefarious was involved, and I was determined to find out what.
In the meantime, I loved Alana and was determined to have her, even if our wedding ceremony had been thwarted today. I lowered my head and demonstrated my love in the best way I knew how. I kissed her where her pulse beat at her throat, the rhythm immediately skyrocketing as my tongue tasted her lovely flesh. My wildflower was so sweet, so responsive to me, even at the nadir of our relationship.
"Please," I murmured, "Just give me more time. I want to make it right. That bitch … " I spat. "That bitch," I continued, controlling myself, "shouldn't make a difference. Don't give up so easily," I pleaded.
She stroked my hair softly, her fingers running through the thick softness. I took advantage of the moment and captured her mouth for a deep kiss. "Alana," I groaned. "Don't give up … "
"I know," she breathed into my mouth. "I know … "
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Alana
My heart pounded as he swept me into a hungry embrace. I let myself sink into his arms, but also knew this would be our last time together. The hurdles had proved too difficult, too heart-wrenching, and after the dramatic entry of Sabrina at our wedding ceremony, I knew that it was best to let Luke go. He belonged to a different echelon of society, with different rules and expectations. The discovery of our illicit relationship meant that my hopes for a quiet beginning were dashed.
I sighed into his mouth. Even if we could never be together, I wanted our last time to be a gesture of love, something that I could take with me forever. He was so overpowering, sensuous yet masculine, that I wanted it to last forever in my memory.
Sensing my surrender, his arms tightened around me and he pressed his lips against mine, murmuring, "Wildflower, Wildflower."
My heart almost broke at the words. I had pined for Luke for so long, and to come so close only to lose him once more made my heart swell and tears pool in my eyes.
He thought that the tears were for today's aborted ceremony. They were, but even more, they were tears for a future together which didn't exist.
"Hush baby, don't cry," he whispered in my ear as his hands stroked my cheek. He kissed my hot lids, softly tracing the wet trail of tears. When his mouth found mine, he was almost desperate, pushing his tongue into my mouth deeply, forcefully, branding me his once again.
I responded without abandon because I would always be his. I gave myself up to his embrace while returning it one hundred percent. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing my breasts against his chest, and ground my hips against his hardness, feeling him gasp, an immediate hardening against my tummy. He began stripping me, roughly pulling at the zip of my ill-fated wedding gown, tearing at the fabric.
"Goddammit," he growled. "Fuck this dress," he panted. "I'm going to get you something even nicer, even fancier for next time."
I nodded silently, not daring to answer for fear that my voice would break. There wouldn't be a next time. I was going to take Georgie and disappear. Where to, I didn't know yet, but there couldn't be another next time. My heart couldn't bear it.
I returned his kiss ravenously, my hands fumbling at his waist band, undoing the clasp of his tuxedo pants. I tore at his zip, eager to wrap my hands around his hot shaft. Ahh! There it was. His cock was so hard and hot it almost scalded my hand, the flesh rigid yet soft under his velvety skin. I grasped him in my small hands and ran them up and down his pole, causing him to grunt and buck his hips.
"Ohh," he moaned in my ear. "More baby," he groaned.
I obliged, wanting to remember this last time together. I licked my palm and grasped his shaft tightly, running the flat of my hand up and down before trailing my fingers gently against his hardness, tickling his flesh. I then reached below and squeezed his balls, feeling how full they were, filled with his virility. He moaned into my mouth, his sacs tensing and hardening in my hand as they got ready to shoot. Wanting to prolong his arousal, I let go, instead tracing a fingertip lightly against the seam of his ball sac, trying to memorize every crevice, every curve of my man.
"Fuck," he groaned into my mouth. "I have to see you," he growled.
With a mighty rip, he tore my dress all the way down the front, baring me to his gaze. I'd worn nothing but the barest strips of lingerie, the ivory lace cupping my breasts and pussy lovingly. He paused momentarily, hungrily staring at my body before lowering his head to sample my tits.
He suckled voraciously, running his tongue around my areola and nipping softly at the puffy flesh, tracing the pink nub with his lips. Cunningly, he ran his hand up to my breast and began squeezing rhythmically, starting at the base before massaging upwards. Tiny droplets of milk began beading at the tip, and he licked at the creaminess ravenously. He'd only recently discovered that I was still lactating, Georgie being slow to wean, and had delighted in tasting my mother's milk.
He pulled hard, the sight of his dark head at my breast causing me to tingle between my legs. Shamefully, I felt a deep wetness begin to run there, and pressed my boobs against him, mewling for more.
"Baby, we'll get there," he soothed against my breast, rhythmically stroking the flesh, coaxing milk from its source. He backed me up until I sat at the edge of the bed and angled himself so that he was kneeling between my legs. With a big fist, he tore my panties off, the lace giving way without hesitation.
I was now bared before his eyes, nude with rivulets of milk running down the lower curve of each breast. He was immobile before me, his eyes feasting on my body before groaning harshly, "Baby, I need to taste the white in you … " he trailed off.
I knew what he wanted. I carefully positioned my ass at the edge of the bed and shook my breasts at him, tantalizing him with each jiggle of my jugs. He began squeezing again, causing the milk to gush, streaming down the underside of my breasts, down my tummy, and finally to the crevice between my legs. I reached down and parted my cunny lips, showing him my hot pink as the milk poured through it, the white coating my inner folds with creamy goodness.
His eyes were glued to my secret space, watching raptly as the white trailed over my clit and between my labia. Unable to resist any longer, he buried his tongue in my twat, lapping up the cream mixed with my pussy juices. He groaned deeply in his chest while burying his tongue in my hole, fucking me, thrusting in and out.