Taboo Kisses(79)

Bethany came up behind her and adjusted a strand of her hair. The other woman had insisted Sameya wear her hair up, so Gabriel and Maximus would have easy access to mark her neck during the ceremony. Sameya knew the hairstyle wouldn’t remain so tidy, but she’d humored her soon-to-be sister-in-law.

Bethany ran a finger along the column of Sameya’s neck. “Just think, the next time you look in the mirror, you’ll bear their marks.”

A nervous twitter panged through her stomach.

“Don’t be nervous. We all go through the ceremony.”

How did Bethany do that? Her uncanny empathy to read people was kind of spooky at times. “I’m not nervous about being with them.” And she wasn’t. “It’s just….” She shrugged. “I don’t know. It’s hard to explain, but sex with them is personal and special, and I’ve never had anyone watch before.”

The other woman leaned against her back, wrapped her arms around Sameya’s belly, and rested her chin on her shoulder. Bethany’s hugs were something she was getting used to. The other woman was extremely affectionate.

“Sex in the pride is rarely private. You’re the only one letting it get in your head.” The baby moved against Sameya’s spine, and its momma grinned. “I can count the number of times I’ve had private sex on one hand.” She giggled like a schoolgirl. “Gabriel and Maximus are crazy about you, you know that, right?”

She nodded. They made her feel special, treated her like she was a priceless commodity. “They’re pretty amazing, too.”

“Of course they are. Gabriel’s my brother, and my parents only create amazing offspring.” Bethany offered a teasing wink. Sameya chuckled as the other woman went on. “Trust them, they’ll take care of you and make you forget all about us.”

Appreciative of Bethany’s support, Sameya squeezed her hand.

“It’s almost time.” The tiger stepped back and gave her a once over. “You’re going to blow their minds in this outfit.”

Sameya surveyed her wedding gown—if it could be called that. She felt sexy for sure wearing it. And Bethany’s, “I’d so fuck you right now,” had sealed the decision on the purchase while at the same time sending Sameya into a fit of giggles.

Made in two parts, the top was a black, diamond-beaded corset that pushed her breasts upward. The waistline of the black, silk skirt was also dotted with diamonds and hung so low on her hips, a slight tug and the garment would be pooling on the floor. The silk flowed past her ankles, and if not for the slit that ran all the way up her leg to the top of her thigh, she would’ve tripped over the material. Beneath she wore a red thong, the bold color intended to tantalize her men. According to Bethany, her black four-inch strappy high-heels were “fuck me” shoes.

“Trust me,” the female shifter had said at the bridal store, as Sameya modeled the shoes with the dress. “Those won’t be coming off.” She’d pointed at the heels. “They’ll insist you wear them while they fuck you.”

Such frankness from Gabriel’s sister had had color burning Sameya’s cheeks as she’d glanced about to make sure none of the clerks had been near enough to hear the scandalous comment. Bethany had smiled her satisfaction with a flicker of something wicked lighting up her blue eyes.

A knock at the door pulled her attention off her reflection and recent memories.

“It’s time.”

Her belly dropped.

“Stop that!” Bethany swatted Sameya’s arm and hooked their arms elbow-to-elbow. “You don’t have to do this, you know?”

Steeling her spine, Sameya squared her shoulders and notched her chin higher. “Yes, I do.” She exhaled slowly. “I want to do this for them and for our children.”

That reality settled her anxiety.

Arm-in-arm with Bethany, Sameya entered the Ceremonial Chamber. In the center of the room was a king size bed made up with white silk sheets. Members of the pride were seated in chairs situated about the room. The only seat unoccupied was the one beside Bethany’s husband. She’d been forewarned that before the ritual was over, there’d be others who’d be partaking in carnal delights. She wasn’t sure what she thought about being the cause of an orgy, so she’d decided not to dwell on the possible outcome.

Maximus stood next to the bed wearing a black tux and a top hat. She smiled at him and met his silver-blue eyes. His gaze slid down her body, and his eyes flared into his vampyr, glowing green. Damn, but he looked handsome in his finery. Beside him the alpha leader of the pride, a young, powerful man, paled in comparison to her vampyr.