Fae Nuptials: The Witch

Chrys: Chapter Five

Chrys

I walked slowly to my future, feeling nervous and giddy. He wasn't a Fae man. He wouldn't force me to do all the things my father did. I was free! Free!

I couldn't help the grin on my face. My cheeks were tight and I just knew my face was going to be sore. But I would take it. I was getting out of the Canyon. I was leaving this territory and wouldn't have to be a part of this patriarchal nightmare any longer.

He was beautiful. It wasn't the beauty of the Fae. Most Fae had a pearlescent sheen to their skin that captured everyone's eyes. But this man had a different kind of beauty to him. There was something dark to him that made the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. It was electrifying and different. So much different than I was used to.

His smile was warm and when I finally reached him, his hands were warm in mine. His cobalt eyes searched my face and looked me over. I had never felt so naked in all my life. But not in a bad way. It was like he liked what he saw. His eyes caressed my skin most exquisitely and made things happen to my body that I had never experienced. Things in places I wasn't so sure of.

"You're beautiful, " he said quietly in a deep voice that vibrated to my very bones, lifting a hand of mine to his lips.

I was speechless. I opened my mouth like a dimwit and tried to talk but...nothing but a squeak came out. My face warmed with embarrassment but his smile just widened and he kissed my hand gently.

He then turned to the Fae male in front of us, the one who would marry us, and nodded.

I didn't pay attention to anything the male droned on about. All I could do was stare at this man, not even knowing his name but feeling deliriously happy.

"Do you, Jacob Adam Culver, take Chrysanthemum Vine Weirwood to be your wife, to have and hold, in sickness and health til death do you part?"

I turn to him and he grins, showing pearly white teeth. "I do."

Relief floods me and I didn't even know I had been stressing that he wouldn't have said yes. When I was asked the same question, I quickly said yes, tying myself to this strange man for life. Til death do us part. Then the Fae male said the words that made my palms sweat and my heart batter against my ribcage. "You may now kiss the bride."

I had never been kissed before. The males usually left the females alone unless the female decided to approach them themselves. I was never brave enough to do that.

My husband, Jacob, smiled down at me and my stomach erupted with butterflies. He placed a large hand on either side of my face and leaned forward, closing his eyes. I didn't know how to do this. Did I close my eyes too? Was there going to be tongue like I've heard other people talk about? Anise said that her kisses with Olly were sloppy. Was this going to be like that? I swallowed hard just as his pillowy soft lips pressed against mine. It sent a shock of something down my stomach and it was over so quickly. And not sloppy or tongue-filled by any means. Just a peck. A sweet, soft peck.

I blushed and stared into his beautiful cobalt eyes. I was breathless and didn't know what to do next. His thumb swiped gently over my bottom lip and he pulled away and faced the Fae male. I just had my first kiss!

I felt my face heat at how happy I was. This was a fairytale. I was living my dream right now and nothing could bring me down.

The rest of the ceremony was different than a traditional Fae ceremony. There was no powersharing or anything like that. It seemed kind of strange to me because that's what I was used to seeing, but didn't bother me in the least. I was a married woman now. I had a husband now and it didn't matter to me if he was Fae or not.

When the ceremony was over, everyone clapped but were careful not to show too much emotion. I didn't have such qualms anymore. I beamed and almost danced happily when my husband clasped my hand, intertwining our fingers.

We walked out of the room where the ceremony was held and Laurel came quickly with a small smile on her face.

"Mr. and Mrs. Culver, if you would please follow me. The photographer is ready for the photos."

He grinned and turned to look at me. He wasn't much taller than me which was fine by me. I didn't need a giant. "Wife, are you ready?"

I nod. "I am."

We take photos for about an hour and in between shots, we make small talk, getting to know each other. I learned that he is a witch and his favorite color is red. He loves breakfast for any meal and was forty-five. He looked young for his age, but witches also had extended lifespans. So it was reasonable. I didn't care. I was happy. He was nice and funny and didn't have the same rules as Fae men and touched me a lot. Not in inappropriate ways, just small caresses to the skin of my spine or my arms and neck.

Every time he did it, I felt that same shock down my stomach and the butterflies would revolt. After the photos, we had a huge dinner with all of my favorites and he fed me a few things off of his plate. It felt romantic and cute and I couldn't have dreamed of anything better.

We danced and he talked to a few of the Fae men and women. I learned he was charismatic and everyone seemed drawn go him. I stuck by his side, seeing as i knew absolutely no one there, and he held me by the waist the entire time, stroking his hand up and down my bare back.

We spent hours there, cutting a cake and then listening to toasts. Apparently he was friends with some of these people and they talked about what a great friend he was and how lucky he was to get me as a wife.

It was strange to say the least, because how would they know he was lucky? But it didn't matter. I listened and smiled because he made me feel safe and comfortable.

We left the party soon after the cake and I was surprised when he led me to the elevators of the hotel.

"We have the honeymoon suite for the night."

I swallowed hard and my mouth dried as reality hit me then. I was married to this man. He was still a stranger and I was his wife. I would stay with him.

I took a deep shaky breath as we both walked into the elevator. My hands were shaking and I was starting to feel anxious. I knew nothing of what to expect. I didn't want him to be upset with me.

"Hey, what's wrong, little flower?"

I smile at the nickname and swallow hard. "I...We're married. I have no idea what that means and I'm a little nervous."

He smiles at me and slowly turns to me so that he faces me. He's close like when we danced and my face heats at the sudden proximity. I step back and he takes a step forward, keeping close to me until I'm against the elevator wall. He closes his eyes, much like when he first kissed me and presses his lips against mine. My tense shoulders relax as he moves his mouth over mine slowly. I try to copy what he does, melting against him. It feels good. It's only when I feel his tongue swipes against my bottom lip that I stiffen. He places a hand on my cheek and pulls away slightly.

"Open your mouth, little flower. I promise you'll like it."

I nod and when he kisses me again, I do as I'm told, letting him slip his tongue inside my mouth. My first reaction is to bite his tongue, but I hold back. Instead I meet his with mine and my whole body electrified with a need so potent. I press my body against his, closing the little distance we had in between us and wrap my arms around his shoulders.

We make out in the elevator, my breaths getting heavier with every second. I moan inside his mouth as he moves his hands down my shoulders and to my waist. He pulls my lower half against his and I feel something hard press between us on my stomach.

The elevator dings and I open my eyes, surprised. The doors slide open to a hallway but he doesn't move. His mouth moves over my neck and chin, his tongue tracing over every bit of skin his mouth skims over.

"It's open," I breathe.

"So eager," he whispers against my throat before he sucks on it. I smile and then squeal as he pulls away quickly and sweeps me off my feet into his arms.

I laugh as he carries me to a door and holds me tightly as he digs through his pockets and produces a room key card.

The room is huge. It has low lighting on. but I make out a gigantic bed with wine red silk bedding and rose petals. There is an ice bucket with a champaign bottle on a small table in the corner and what looks like chocolate covered strawberries.

He sets me down and closes the door behind him. My nerves are back in full swing as I look at everything. I bite my lip and watch as he begins to unbutton his dress shirt and take off his tuxedo jacket.

His eyes are on me the entire time, darker than they had been before. All I could think as I looked at him was that he looked predatory. Like a panther or a cougar. I swallow hard as he steps towards me.

I'm not stupid. I know that people have s*x on their wedding night. I have heard of that. I just...didn't want to. I was scared. Yes, my body was heated from all of the kissing and my panties had gotten wet from it, something Anise told me would happen, but I didn't know him. I was scared.

When he took off his shirt to reveal a hard, toned body and stepped towards me, I shook my head slowly.

"I know what's supposed to happen next and...I like you. But...I think I'd like to get to know you a little better before we uh...before you know." I point at the bed and smile at him apologetically.

He doesn't stop moving towards me. He just smiles but this smile isn't like the ones I've seen all day and night at our wedding. It's off.

"Little Flower, you're adorable." He says quietly as he finally reaches me. I swallow hard as he trails his hands up my arms then to the clasp behind my neck for my dress.

I grit my teeth and shake my head. "No. I...not now, please. I-"

His eyes change, his smile falling as he rips my dress from the clasp at the back of my neck and shoves it down to expose my breasts.