“There we go, my love. Over the threshold and into your bridal bed!”
“Thank heaven it’s quiet,” she chuckled. Henry laughed as he set her on the massive bed.
“Just think yourself lucky we don’t follow all the old ways anymore. Back in Great-grandma’s day, the guests took you to the bedroom and waited outside the door to listen, just to make sure the marriage had been consummated.”
“Damn!” Olivia said. “I am glad they got over that.”
Henry laughed even harder. “In the ancestral days, they all watched!”
“Stop it,” Olivia said with a cheeky smile on her face. “You’re turning me on.”
“Good,” he whispered, “that’s exactly my intention.”
He stepped over to the bed, slowly pulling off his tailored jacket and bowtie. He unbuttoned his white shirt and gestured to his wife.
“Your turn,” he whispered. Olivia stood up, turning around.
“I’ll need a little help.”
Henry tugged on the satin laces that held the bodice in place. As if waiting for his touch, they loosened, sliding through the eyelets, and uncurling to the floor. Olivia sighed with pleasure as her breasts bounced free of the tight corset.
“Finally, I can breathe,” she whispered. Henry chuckled as he put his hands around her waist to cup her breasts with his hands as he pressed himself to her back.
“You look so good in it,” he whispered against her ear.
“Fine, I’ll put it back on,” she laughed.
“Don’t you dare,” he said, nuzzling against her neck.
Olivia relaxed against him, wriggling her hips a little as he kneaded her breasts with his big, powerful hands. Henry knew she liked some pressure, but he was always very careful with his shifter strength … and his inner cat, who would love to scratch her with its long, sharp claws.
At the very thought of it, he felt the panther growling within. Now was the time to claim her, to truly make her his. Only one final element remained … to scratch his mark upon her, a blood bond that would scar and link them in body and mind.
Olivia had listened intently when he told her about it, but he knew the bond itself would come as a surprise to her.
What the hell…it will be a surprise to me too. It’s not like I’ve been mated before.
Henry pushed the dress away, so it fell in a cloud of white folds to her feet. The sight of the white, lace-topped stockings gracing her thighs literally took his breath away. He pushed her shoulders down gently, so she sat on the edge of the bed, then knelt before her.
Olivia put her hands behind her, opening her thighs. Henry moaned softly as he pulled off her panties, revealing the sweet cave beneath them. With a gasp of need, he leaned forward and pressed his lips to her pussy.
Olivia let out a sharp cry, one hand coming forward to cup his head. Henry leaned forward, parting the lips to find the bud behind them. As his tongue found her clit and lapped at it, Olivia cried out, a long, loud cry of pleasure.
Henry smiled, thinking that the party below had probably heard that even over the music. He could imagine his cousins toasting each other right now and talking about what they would name the cubs.
He slid his hands down Olivia’s silky thighs, diving deeper into her pussy to taste her sweet juice. He felt her trembling and increased his efforts, moaning as he sucked on her clit and teased her deeper, more delicate inner lips.
Suddenly Olivia’s hand tightened in his hair. She rocked her hips forward and let out a loud shout as she came, pressing Henry’s mouth to her even tighter as she thrust against him.
Henry grabbed her hips and obliged, giving in to the pressure. He felt her body spasming against him and moaned in ecstasy as he tasted her orgasm and dove deeper, looking for more.
Olivia shuddered, her breath coming in sharp gasps.
“Need you … inside me,” she panted.
Henry stood, practically tearing his pants at the seams in his eagerness to get them off. Olivia watched, her eyes hungry as she reached out for him. When her hand wrapped around his cock he bowed at the waist, almost overcome by her touch.
She worked him for a few seconds, her long, slender fingers tightening on him as she watched his face. Their breathing began to sync, and a force greater than both of them seemed to take hold.