Call You Mine (Servite Academy)

Epilogue

WYNTER

Six months later

Why we waited this long, I have no goddamn clue. I’m two seconds away from having a complete meltdown and saying screw everything and walking out of here butt fucking naked. I’m huge, ridiculously swollen and nothing fits me, which is making me completely miserable. Yet today is supposed to be the happiest day of my life.

My wedding.

Today I get to marry the man of my dreams and my best friend, Damon Drake, and become Wynter Drake. However, all I can think about is how I’m about ready to drive myself down to the hospital and demand the doctors pry this baby out of me.

“Wynter, please, sit still and I can tug this zipper shut,” Scarlett says, as she tries and fails to get the damn zipper to close.

Beside her Ruby, chuckles as she applies yet another coat of red lipstick. “Your boobs are fucking huge, babe,” she says, smacking her lips together.

“As is the rest of me, Drake. Now shut up and help Scarlett get this dang dress closed before I run down the aisle toward your brother without it or anything else on.”

Ruby doesn’t budge, instead sits her ass down on the bed and watches us amused by the whole debacle. “That would be a sight to see,” Ruby jokes, but Stella beats me to it and smacks her across the head.

“Focus, Ruby. We have a bridal emergency. If we don’t get this…” Stella pauses, and I know she’s carefully thinking about what she’s going to say next. “Beautiful woman dressed and down the aisle in the next three minutes, a furious and very scary dragon is going to come for us.”

Looking in the mirror in front of me, I glare at my four bridesmaids, dressed in the light blue gowns they each chose for the occasion. I opted out of matching dresses and gave them the freedom to choose their own unique style, and I have to say it matches them completely. Scarlett, who to everyone’s surprise, I chose as my maid of honor, is wearing a gorgeous off the shoulder gown perfectly fitted around her waist and falling straight down to her feet. Jade’s gown is a mermaid cut with a strapless corset bodice while Stella’s is a simpler heart-shaped neckline with small cap sleeves and a flowy skirt. The three of them were ecstatic for the opportunity to get all dolled up for the occasion, since they claim motherhood and the care of children 2 and under, has impeded their social lives and old partying ways.

Then there’s Ruby, a perfect example of someone who has not allowed motherhood or any relationship in general, get in the way of her social life. Dressed in a provocative low cut strapless dress that falls straight to the floor with a thigh-high slit, my future sister-in-law looks incredible and is making me extremely envious. Not only because I’m currently at least thirty pounds heavier, her dress is exactly like something I’d have chosen for myself.

Instead, I’m here hating her for wearing it while I look like a fucking cupcake in the bohemian style ball gown I was forced to wear when the dress I’d originally purchased no longer fit.

I wasn’t supposed to get married today. We were supposed to wait until after the baby was born and I couldn’t once again see my feet, yet Damon came to me two weeks ago and said he couldn’t wait any longer.

So here we are, wrestling with this gown in Scarlett's guest room, while Damon waits along the beach with our closest family and friends.

I couldn’t deny that it was nearly impossible for me to continue waiting, but the way things have been going this morning, this can’t be a good sign.

“I got it,” Scarlett exclaims, at the same time all the oxygen leaves my lungs. The beautiful off the shoulder top is ruched just above my bump, making the hugs look graceful underneath the layers of glimmering icy blue fabric. I opted out of wearing white and instead went for a cooler a shade or two lighter than the one I chose for the girls.

“It’s time,” my niece Caeli shouts out, as she and Sapphire rush out of the room in their matching tulle dresses, running after Onyx like the toddlers they are. Scarlett calls it the Terrifying Two’s, as you never know which version of the kid you’re going to get.

“One second she’s the sweetest angel you’ll ever meet, the next the woman is a vicious piranha who might just snap a finger off if you get too close,” Scarlett says, picking up a sleeping Loki and wrapping him in the baby carrier she’ll be weaning during the ceremony.

Stella picks up nine-month-old Ember in her arms and adjusts the small white flower headband she wears on her bright auburn hair. “I just hope my darling ember skips that stage and stays the sweet little baby she currently is.”

Ruby chuckles as she throws her arm over my shoulder. “I can’t wait to see my brother’s mini me spewing fire from his mouth as he races down the halls of your house, wreaking havoc like my brother once did.”

My face pales at the vision my future sister-in-law has just thrown at me. “Not helping, Ruby,” Jade says, tugging the woman out of the room with her before I get the chance to strangle her, making me even more anxious than I already am.

Scarlett reaches for my hands and cups them both in hers. Her eyes find mine, bright blue and almost the same shade of the sapphire jewel dangling from her neck. Her black hair is sleek straight down her back, the same unruly locks atop her sweet baby boy’s head. My brother lost the genetic game with those two. They both have their mother's stark black hair, though I know he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“It will all be fine, Wynter. You’re marrying the man you love, who, regardless of what you currently think, loves you no matter what you look like. I’m sure he’d marry you instantly if you ran down the aisle naked, if only to get you back upstairs and all alone quicker.”

“I know Scarlett, it’s just…” I pause, my emotions threatening to break the hormonal dam that hasn’t remained shut for over twenty minutes in the last month. “When I was a little girl, I imagined this day a lot differently. Actually, if I’m honest, I don’t quite remember what it looked like. But just earlier this year, I never once thought something like this could happen to me. That I’d have someone, more than one someone, who cared enough to stand by my side. I never thought I’d have my brother back, let alone a sister and a whole family who stood by my side as I married the man I’ve loved since the day I met him.”

“We’re all here because we love you, Wynter. We love Damon, we love your baby boy. You three are our family, forever and always. It’s taken so much for us to all get to this point. Violence, trauma, solitude all to find where we truly belong. No one will ever keep us apart any more. When we love, we love hard and we love forever.”

“Thank you Scarlett. For loving my brother, for accepting and loving me.”

“No need to thank family, Wyn.” She reaches a finger out to dry a stray tear that falls down my cheek. “Now let's go get you married.”

It’s incredible. More beautiful than I could have ever envisioned.

An enormous wall of flowers decorates the entire back wall of the house, while a smaller one sits perfectly in the sand, facing toward us. The beauty and serene waves of the ocean, a stunning backdrop to this day, highlights the magnificently decorated altar situated right before the flowers. The archway I’ll be walking under is equally exquisite, with the same white and red roses and blue hydrangeas that are draped along the chairs lining the sides of the aisle.

My hands tremble as I make it to the end of the aisle, my handsome brother waiting for me under the flower arch. He’s gorgeous in the same navy blue suit pants all the groomsmen, including Damon, are wearing, though they opted out of the suit jackets and instead are wearing white button-down shirts rolled up at their sleeves. It’s more fitting to the aesthetic of a beach wedding, anyway.

His blonde hair is slightly longer up top and shorter and darker on the sides, but it’s his clear blue eyes, red rimmed and brimming with tears that have me suck in a sharp breath. This is it. The moment we’ve both been dreading since the night Damon and I told everyone we were engaged.

My brother will walk me down the aisle and I have no idea how I’m supposed to keep my shit together.

“You look fucking beautiful, Wynnie,” he says, his voice creaking as he tries to hold back his tears. I don’t respond, unable to say one word back to him. Instead, he extends his arm out to me and I take it, letting him lead me down the aisle toward the man I love.

The moment my eyes meet his, it’s like nothing else in the world exists but him. My vision focuses on him, blurring out the sights and sounds around me. All I see is his dark hair, unruly atop his head, a contrast to the neatly trimmed beard, slightly longer and just how I like it. Though it’s the pair of tantalizing green eyes that drive me absolutely mad.

My heart stammers in my chest as I breathe heavy, unsteady breaths. My fingers tighten around my brother’s arm in fear that I might fall since I feel like I’m currently floating, not walking, down the aisle.

“Wynter,” Ace says, a hint of worry in his tone.

“I’m fine, brother,” I assure him. “More than fine. I’m ready to get married.”

He chuckles as we reach the end of the aisle, where a stiff and slightly anxious Damon awaits. Damon’s tense smile relaxes when he sees me smiling back at him, and he lets out a sharp breath I don't think even he realized he was holding in so tight.

“You okay, brother?” Ace asks, catching him off guard. I nearly collapse in hysterical sobs at the term my brother’s just used.

“Yeah, brother,” Damon responds, extending his hand out to take mine. Ace goes in for a hug, patting him roughly on the back before placing my hand in Damon’s palm.

“You better take good fucking care of her, Drake. I swear to God if you hurt her…”

“Ace,” Scarlett and I both shout out, stopping my brother from continuing his threat.

“No need to worry, Ace. There’s nothing I treasure more in this world than Wynter and our son. I will love and protect them for the rest of my life.” Damon’s gaze shifts to mine as he bypasses my brother and takes my hand.

I’m smiling so much my face genuinely hurts. “Let’s make this real, Damon,” I tell him and the love I see reflected at me is almost too much to handle.

Damon leans in forward, placing a soft kiss on my lips before pulling back and staring at me with such an intense look, my entire soul aches to finally be his. “It’s always been real, Princess.”

“Call me Mrs. Damon Fucking Drake,” I squeal as my husband, yup you heard right, my sexy as fuck husband, carries me into our bedroom.

“You bet your fine ass you are. And don’t you ever dare forget it,” Damon growls into my ear as he carries me through the threshold of our bedroom. Between my large wedding gown and even larger belly, I’m surprised we even fit.

Once inside, I look around the dimly lit room, the flicker of candles dancing like shadows against the walls making the space incredibly romantic. Red and white rose petals are scattered along the floor in a path leading toward the bed where an enormous bouquet awaits me.

“Oh, Damon. When did you have the time?”

He leans in and kisses me, his nose pressed against mine as he speaks. “Kai came over a few minutes before we left. Part of his best man duties.”

There’s no doubt Kai had plenty of time to get this all arranged and set up in time for our arrival. The ceremony itself was beautiful, although incredibly short since Damon couldn’t wait and forced Kai, who was not only his best man but officiating the ceremony, to skip to all the frilly bullshit and cut to the “I dos”. We hadn’t officially finished writing our vows since the wedding wasn’t supposed to happen until next summer, but we each said exactly what the other felt and it couldn’t have been more perfect.

Much to Damon’s annoyance, I forced him to stay for the reception. It was a beautiful affair our family and friends put together for us in a matter of weeks. They all worked so hard we couldn’t miss it despite how badly I wanted to be alone with him. From sharing a delicious meal with our closest friends around the large banquet style table, and the kids running around playing along the beach, it was magical.

I couldn’t have asked for a more perfect day, but this very pregnant and extremely exhausted bride and soon-to-be mother, needed to get home and sleep. Though, much to no one's surprise, Damon has other plans for us tonight.

He walks over to the bed with me still in his arms, and sets me down on my feet. Leaning forward he kisses me again, something he hasn’t stopped doing since I met him at the altar. Not that I’m complaining. I could, and will, spend the rest of my life kissing him.

Our tongues dance together to a rhythm we’ve both mastered.

“Fuck, Princess. You’re so fucking beautiful,” he growls against my lips as his mouth trails down my neck, leaving kisses over every inch of skin it touches. “My wife, fuck I’ll never get tired of saying that. Turn around baby, let me get this off of you. I need to see you.”

I obey and turn, moving my hair over my shoulder to give him better access. “Mmm,” I moan as his hands move to unhook my dress. He kisses the back of my neck as his fingers move quickly, tracing circles and making goosebumps cover my skin. I let out a breathy moan as he undoes the ties of the top. In the mirror across from us, I can see the way his eyes darken as my dress falls. The ache between my legs, the one which never seems to go away where he's concerned, deepens and I can hardly stay upright.

Pregnancy has made me a fucking mess. And his dick has become a constant need.

“This dress, baby. God, Wynter, you’re incredible. I couldn’t wait to see what an angel you’d look like on our wedding day. Now all I can think about is getting you out of it.”

I turn and wrap my arms around his neck, letting the dress fall all the way to the ground. I debated wearing something sexy for him, one of the lacy lingerie pieces he loves so much. But I knew the need to have him inside me would drive me crazy, so I went without.

“Baby, you’re killing me. You mean to tell me you were wearing nothing under this all fucking day?”

“I knew it would drive you crazy, baby,” I nearly purr, as I lick across his lips.

I reach for him, desperate to feel how hard he is for me. I need to feel desired. I need him to tell me how much he wants me. “Fuck,” he groans as he squirms from my touch. I continue to stroke him through his pants and with each caress, he kisses me hard, sucking on my neck, which only turns me on more.

“Take these off, Damon, or so fucking help me I will burn them.” His fingers move to his waistband as he quickly unbuttons them and steps out of them. He moans when I tug his boxers down, and I gasp when his hard, throbbing erection comes into view. I can look at it every single day of my life and it still would amaze me every single time. His girth, the fucking piercing that drives me mad. All of him is mouthwatering and the need to have him is almost too much to handle.

“You want this baby? You want your husband's cock inside you?” Without warning, he lifts me in his arms and gently sets me down on the bed. I lean back against the pillows and want to scream when my belly blocks my view.

“I swear this fucking baby needs to come out of me.”

Damon chuckles, leaning over me to place a soft kiss against my stomach. “Baby,” he whispers. “Don’t listen to your mama. She’s just talking nonsense because she needs to have me dick inside to think straight.”

“Damon, don’t say dick in front of the baby.”

“Princess, he’s going to be born with one. He might as well learn what to do with it.” He crawls over me, careful not to lay his full weight on me as he continues to kiss me. His tongue darts into my mouth and has me gasping for air as I reach for him, and stroke him at a rapid pace.

“Fuck, Wyn. I’m going to fucking come if you move your fingers like that.”

“That’s the plan, husband.”

“Nah, wife. I’m not coming until I’m inside you. You on the other hand, you’ll be coming every step of the way.”

Reaching for me, Damon lifts me so I’m straddling his hips as he lays beneath me. He continues to explore my body, kissing and licking every inch of my chest. He sucks my right breast into his mouth, tugging on my sensitive peak as he cups the other and squeezes gently. He licks and teases me, my breathy whimpers getting louder and louder until my arousal becomes unbearable.

“Oh, God, Damon. I’m going to come just from my tits in your mouth.” His tongue moves further down my belly, playfully licking over my protruding belly button, making me squirm.

I’m practically panting. I’m so turned on. I need him inside me, any part of him. “Damon, please. I need this…”

“Anything you want, my love. Tonight is for you. For making me the happiest fucker in the world. For showing me life could be more than what I imagined. For loving me and not giving up on me even when I didn’t deserve it.”

“Damon, you deserve everything, baby. Happiness, love, and I’ll spend the rest of our lives showing you how much I love you.”

He slides down the bed, leaning his head back on the pillows beneath it. “I need you on my tongue, baby. I need to taste you. I need to fuck you with my mouth. Sit on me, baby. Sit on my face and let me make you feel good.” I nod, biting my lip in anticipation. God, I fucking love having his mouth on me, his tongue inside me as he eats me out. Carefully, I crawl over him until my pussy is right over his lips.

His tongue slips out to lick softly against my clit and I nearly come just from its soft touch. “I won’t last like this, Damon.”

“That’s the plan, princess. To make you come in my mouth a time or two before you come on my cock.”

This... this moment. This is what I need. To feel his tongue on me. His hands find my ass and lower me until I’m flush against him. He licks through my arousal, back and forth giving my clit the attention it needs.

Suddenly, his movements turn desperate as he takes my clit into his mouth and sucks. I’m going fucking feral, moaning, panting, and squirming with every flick of his tongue. “Oh God, Damon. Fuck I’m so close, baby. Don’t stop, fuck your mouth. Oh, God,” I cry out, so close to coming apart.

I grind against him, rhythmically moving over him as my orgasm builds. My thighs tighten around his head as my pussy clenches around his tongue. Faster and faster, he thrusts into me, inching me closer to my climax until I can no longer hold off. I grab onto the headboard as I cry out my release. “I'm gonna come.”

“Come for me, wife.” That’s all I needed. One last push as my body shudders. I ride out the waves of my orgasm before falling forward in exhaustion.

Slowly he lifts me off him, and I collapse limp on the bed, my breathing heavy as I try to gasp for air. Damon curls up beside me, his thick cock pressing into my hip as he kisses me gently against my collarbone.

“I love you, Wynter Drake. You’re even more incredible now as my wife.” Every single touch is electric and pure magic.

“I don’t know how I’ll be able to go again.” My eyes swell up with tears as my emotions run wild inside me. I’m so fucking pathetic. It’s my goddamn wedding night and I’m spent after one fucking orgasm.

“Shh, baby. Don’t cry. We have the rest of our lives to fuck like animals, Wynter. Not to mention after this baby is out of you, I’m immediately putting another one in you, cause fuck me, you’re so horny and sexy when you’re pregnant.”

“I love you more than life itself, Damon Drake. And I will gladly have a herd of wild ones if it means getting to spend forever with you. It’s you and me till the end, baby.”

“And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

The End.