The ceremony was then apparently over, except for one more thing. The magistrate closed her book and nodded at Nikolai. “You may kiss your wife.” Apparently, no one had informed the elderly magistrate that this was a marriage of diplomacy. Nikolai couldn’t resist turning to her, especially when he heard the little gasp the colonel—no, her name was Akari.Very smoothly, while ignoring the raised eyebrows and the slight tug of resistance, he took Akari in his arms and pulled her tight against his body. He dipped her backward so that she was draped precariously over Nikolai's arm, with her feet almost off the floor. So she had no choice but to throw her arms around Nikolai's neck or wind up on the floor in an ignominious heap. Nikolai could hear the slight hum of the guests’ communicators as they pulled them out to record the moment for posterity. He smiled down at his colonel who had parted her lips to protest and buried his tongue inside her mouth, sweeping it around and tasting her
"Over my dead body." Nikolai muttered to himself and made his way across the room to tap on the general’s shoulder, like he’d seen him do to Akari's father. It was possible he used a bit too much force, as the man made a surprised, sputtering sound and whirled around to face him, his face flushing dark red. “Excuse me,” Nikolai said calmly, looking past him to Akari. “I’d like to dance with my consort now.” The man had the nerve to glare at him, then glance back at Akari, who was looking a little panicked. “Is that all right with you, Akari?” he asked. Nikolai growled again, despite his best efforts to keep it in, and Akari slipped between them, holding out his arms to Nikolai. “Of course. He’s my husband now, John. Let’s dance then, Prince Nikolai. Please…” Nikolai gathered her close in his arms, then he looked back at the general. “All right,” he said, and swept his wife away, trying to mimic what he’d seen the general do on the dance floor. He stumbled a little, narrowly avoided
“Is it all right if I come in and talk to you for a moment, Akari?” John said, interrupting his thoughts. “Your father said you might not mind.” Akari shook her head. “No, it’s fine. I think I must have had a little too much to drink last night is all. I don’t remember much.” “I’d think not,” John said in an amused voice, coming farther into the room and plopping down on a chair by the bed. He motioned for the servant to set up the tray by the bedside. “You did tie one on. You had a good reason to get drunk, though. Have some coffee; it might make you feel better. I’d like to talk to you about something before you leave today, if it’s all right.” “Leave? Today?” Akari sank down on the bed, her stomach turning over at the thought of leaving this place later to travel to the Werewolf Lands. The country, though it was once called Russia had become an isolated kingdom of werewlves, and asnof now the place had become a mystery to the Federation with all the fog covering it now.Her whole
“Now see here…” the general blustered. “She’s not your slave—you can’t tell her what she can and can’t wear, damn it.” The prince never moved from his side, but growled low in his throat, and Akari jumped to the ball of her feet and stood between his new husband and his friend. “John, please. Don’t speak to the prince that way—you forget yourself. I appreciate the visit, but I think you should leave now and let me talk to my…my husband.” John whirled on Akari and for just a moment, he seemed ready to snarl back at her, but he seemed to think better of it, visibly swallowing his rage. He looked from Akari back to Nikolai and nodded his head curtly. “As you wish, Akari. If you need me, I’ll be close by.” He gave a long warning look to the prince. “All you have to do is call.” He walked rapidly toward the door. Akari sighed and turned towards her husband. “Was that really necessary? I know he was rude, but you didn’t have to bait him like that.” The prince raised one eyebrow. “Me bai
“I did not agree to share your bed.” The prince tilted his head. “I beg your pardon? How did you plan to consummate the marriage? Or have my babies? You do know how it works, right?” “Of course I do! But-but surely it’s not necessary to share a bed every night. I was told I’d have my own rooms.” “You are the lover of the high prince. Everything we do from this point on will be noticed and remarked upon. You will have your own private sitting rooms at the palace, but my people wouldn’t understand if my fiancé, especially a beautiful lover like you, sleeps apart from me each night. Concessions will have to be made on both our parts.” He shook his head. “I make the offer to you for the second and final time. If the terms of this marriage are not acceptable to you—if you refuse to become my mate and my lover in every sense of the word—then say so now and we can end this. I’ll take you back to your people before this goes any further and we can both get on with our lives.” Akari glared
Akari drank another shot of the anise-flavored liqueur that she liked with her dinner as Nikolai poured himself a glass of water and watched her silently. Nice of him to order some of her favorite food and drink to take along with her to her new home. She wondered if Nikolai was trying to butter her up for something and glanced over at him suspiciously. He’d been so nice to hèr since the wedding that it was hard to fathom. Akari had an idea about what the Bloody Prince would be like—the man was supposed to be cold and ruthless, totally without mercy toward his enemies. But Nikolai was gradually tearing that image to pieces. Was that deliberate on his part? Was Akari seeing the real prince or some faked imitation? Was he only biding his time and would he show his true nature later on? It was Akari's fourth shot, and she was beginning to get a little tipsy. Nikolai kept staring at her eyes like he was fascinated by them. Indeed, he’d told her earlier that
Nikolai continued to tease her with his lips and teeth and then he put one of his hands downwards, opening her legs. She begin breathing hard. And when Nikolai's hand finally touched her most private place Akari started squirming. She felt though her body was going to melt under the touch of that big hand, which was caressing the place that no one had touched before besides herself. "How absolutely wet you are..."His lips naturally slid down as well. They passed those lovely lips of hers even though he didn’t want to let go, as they slid over her chin, her neck and finally he reached towards the tip of her chest. Her body flinched as soon his lips touched her nipple. When his hot breath tickled her breast with every whiff she felt a tingle right at her lower abdomen. He rubbed the surface of her flesh with his finger before straight away plunged her insides. His finger, which had penetrated the tender flesh then flicked the most prominent part of her by using his forefinger. “Wait
Their arrival on the Werewolf Kingdom was full of fanfare. King Davos himself came to the docks to meet the ship and Akari thought the king very handsome. He was tall and large, of course, like all the others, and his hair had much more gold in it than red, but he looked a lot like Nikolai. He had a strong jaw and a stern-looking face. That is, until he spotted Beatrice and held out his arms to her. Beatrice ran to him and he swept the consort off her feet, swinging her around in his arms. He leaned in close and whispered something in her ear that made Beatrice laugh and blush. Akari watched him with fascination as he kissed his consort tenderly. Then, keepingan arm around Beatrice, he came forward and gave Nikolai a greeting that Akari had never seen before, a kind of fist bumping with both his hands held up high in the air, almost like a high five, but with closed fists. Then he released Beatrice and grabbed his son for what looked like a bone-crushing hug. “Wh