The Alpha And The Angel

18_Wedding Night

Ariella POV

“Where are we going?” I frown at the suitcases in Cole’s hands.

“I know we can’t go to an exotic location for our honeymoon,” he smiles sadly. “But that sure as hell doesn’t mean I’m going to consummate this marriage in a house where the walls have ears.”

“Going alone to a secluded area is asking for trouble,” I reason as I follow him outside to his truck.

“Stop worrying,” he leans over and kisses me quickly. “Everything is under control.”

He opens the door and I climb into the truck. In the rearview mirror, I watch him put away our bags before he climbs in next to me.

“Who packed our bags?” I look at him frowning. “And when did you have time to do all this?”

“Ruth packed yours,” he smiles, starting the engine. “And Preston is an excellent best man who knows how to delegate and organise.”

“Oh,” I fumble with my fingers as I look out my window. I trust Cole, I know he will not do anything to endanger anyone. But I am suddenly nervous … and I do not think it is about the vampires.

Since I met Cole, he and I have shared lovely intimate moments, and I was not shy or nervous. Why is tonight any different? I want this, why am I nervous? Cole reassured me that it does not matter if I am not a virgin – and I believe him, but I suddenly feel inadequate. The mere thought that I cannot give him my everything, saddens me.

I want to share my thoughts with him, but I do not. I do not even know my status, why make a thing about it? It is not that I can fix it. And if he can accept me for what I am, I should be grateful.

“Are we still within our borders?” I change the subject to get away from my thoughts. The one-way dirt road is winding between trees and is getting rockier the further we go.

“Yes,” he confirms. “Look there.”

I stretch my neck and gasp when I see the lovely wooden cabin facing the lake.

“What is this place?” I ask in awe.

“This is where it all began,” he says proudly. “This was the first Alpha’s house. But as the pack’s numbers grew, they moved towards more suitable land to build and farm. We still maintain and use it from time to time.”

“It’s magnificent,” I mumble as he parks. “Like travelling back in time.”

“Wait until you see the inside,” he grins and gets out.

He opens my door, takes my hand and helps me out. In silence, we walk towards the cottage. The air is filled with tangible magic and serenity.

“It feels familiar here,” my voice is barely audible as if I am afraid that I might shatter the atmosphere. “Like I’m home.”

Cole opens the door, picks me up and carries me inside.

“It’s beautiful,” I gasp when he gently puts me down in the bedroom. The crisp white linen has a vintage look and is covered in red rose petals. Vanilla-scented candles illuminate the room. “Did you do this?”

“I must confess, I delegated,” he comes to stand in front of me. “I asked Preston to do this. Do you like it?”

“Ruth is wrong about you,” I snake my arms around his neck. “You are romantic.”

“She wouldn’t know,” his arms go around my waist. “It’s not something we discuss.”

He leans forward and kisses me long and tenderly. His lips are warm, soft and inviting. The nervousness I felt earlier slowly evaporates with every passing second.

When his hands slowly and sensually glide over my back and hips, a fire ignites within me. An anticipation of what will happen starts brewing low in my belly.

I slide his jacket off and the soft sound of his jacket puddling on the floor evokes an urgency. Frantically, I tug on his tie and shirt, but he gently takes my wrists.

“We have all the time in the world,” he whispers against my lips.

“It doesn’t feel like it,” I admit softly.

He only smiles and turns me around. With my back towards him, he tediously slowly unbuttons my dress. I cannot control my body from trembling every time his fingers touch my back.

The dress slowly glides to the floor once he is done with the buttons, leaving me only in the white lingerie I bought earlier.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispers and kisses me on my shoulder.

His hands slide softly from my shoulders, down my arms and up again before he turns me to face him. I keep his gaze as I undo his tie and shirt. While I undo his buckle and pants, he kicks off his shoes.

He picks me up and sits me down on the bed. His touch is soft as his fingers trail from my thighs, over my knees to my feet. I swallow hard as he takes off my sandals. Every touch is torturously sweet. My body is begging for more, but I do not move or say anything.

He towers over me when he stands up and I lay back on the pillows. He kneels beside me and cups my face before he finally kisses me. My arms clamp around his neck and I push myself closer to him. His naked skin against mine is warm and comforting.

Soon the air is filled with the scent of crushed rose petals and our breathing.

Cole’s lips leave a hot trail of desire down my jaw towards my breasts. He pulls the lace away to release a n****e and I moan satisfied when he takes my breast into his mouth. Every nerve and every cell in my body is aching for more.

I reach down between his legs, and he stiffens when I wrap my fingers around his shaft. I do not stop stroking him while he removes my bra and once the lace barrier is gone, he caresses the other breast with his mouth and tongue. His hand slips into my panties and he slides his finger through the wet puddle between my legs.

“Please, Cole,” I beg when I am on the verge of spontaneous combustion.

He takes off my panties and I spread my legs, allowing him better access when he settles himself.

“I’m ready,” I push my fingers through his hair and grab his shoulders.

“I’ve been ready since the moment I saw you,” he mumbles before kissing me slowly.

I can feel him hard and ready at my entrance and I brace myself. Slowly, he pushes inside me, and I dig my nails into his shoulders when pain spreads through me.

“Are you okay?” He looks at me concerned and does not move an inch.

“Yes,” I nod, but he does not move his hips. He leans over and kisses me lovingly, remaining dead still inside me.

I am the one who starts moving my hips, urging him to continue. Cole gently pulls out a little before pushing into me again … and again. A pool of desire and need engulfs me, and I wrap my legs around him, moving my hips, and encouraging him to increase the pace.

Cole starts thrusting faster and faster. The muscles in my thighs and legs pull tighter. I close my eyes and surrender to the buildup of desire which the friction of our bodies intensifies.

The world disappears, all I am aware of is the sensation which keeps on building and building. I moan aloud in pleasure when the tension releases into a mind-blowing orgasm leaving me trembling in his arms.

Cole follows me with a grunt before he rests his head on my shoulder. I keep my legs around his waist and throw my arms around his neck, keeping him close to me.

“Dear goddess,” he mutters against my chest. “This is positively the best day of my life.”