8
Von
I held her hand. My bride. My marked mate. Her long black hair fell in a dark curtain halfway down her back, the strands shimmering in the light. Her eyes were lined with accent that drew attention, making them the focus of her beautiful face. She was small, not reaching my shoulder, but her full breasts and flared hips were those of a woman ripe for the taking. Every curve was outlined by a flowing red gown. If the Officiates had followed standard protocol, she would be naked beneath.
She’d been waiting for me, just as I’d told her to do. In the room with the other females and a number of men, she’d stood out like a space beacon. It had taken only seconds to find her. Her perfect curves, her dark hair, her wary and eager gaze catching mine.
That fact alone made my c**k hard and
