Dangerous Obsession (Men of Valor Springs #4)

Epilogue

Four Months Later

Arya

I rub my sweaty palms on my dress as I peek through the window, my breath catching in my throat when I notice the number of people that have shown up today. It seems like Vlad invited the entire town of Valor Springs, judging by the number of guests that are still filtering in.

Oh my God! I can’t breathe.

Relax, Arya . Breathe…slow and deep.

I push away from the window and force in long, deep breaths, slowly easing myself back from a panic attack. Maybe I shouldn’t have sent everyone out of the room, that way I would have at least one person to help me stay calm.

God, why did Vlad invite so many people? He knows how anxious I get around strangers, and for the most part, a large number of the residents are still strangers. A little less than they were months ago when I moved back here permanently, but still…

A knock on the door makes me jump in surprise, clutching my heart as I slowly walk toward the door.

“Rue?” I ask, to see if it’s my sister-in-law on the other side of the door. Apart from being my maid of honor, Rue is also the florist and picked the flower arrangements for today. “Rue, is that you?”

“It’s me, princess.”

My heart nearly stops, and I fumble with the lock, trying to get it open. Christ, I need to see him. It feels like I am dying in here. I unlock the door and yank it open, and there on the other side, dressed in a black tux that stretches over his broad shoulders, is the man I have loved for more than ten years. Jax is a very handsome man, but today he looks devastating with his well-groomed beard and, God, has he always been this tall? Those gray eyes… Have they always been so beautiful? His blond hair is slicked back, emphasizing his symmetrical and chiseled face.

“Jax…” The man steps into the room, forcing me to back up a step and give him space before shutting the door behind him. “You are not supposed to be here.”

“You look breathtaking, princess.”

I flush, because of course I do. All this man ever has to do is look at me to send heat climbing to my cheeks. My nerves slowly calm the longer I stare at my husband. Well, to everyone else, he is my fiancé. But Jax and I eloped a month into dating and got married at a courthouse, binding us together legally as husband and wife. Despite taking our relationship in stride, when Vlad found out about our courthouse wedding, he was livid, saying he would not acknowledge marriage done in secrecy. If Jax wanted me, then he would have to claim me in front of the entire family.

Hence this over-the-top wedding.

With the whole town in attendance. My eyes cross to the window, and I feel the panic begin to resurface. Christ, there are so many people here. As if sensing my panic, Jax steps in front of me and grabs my shoulders.

“Look at me, princess.”

“There are so many people out there.”

“Look at me.”

I shift my eyes to his. “Why did you invite so many people? Don’t you think you and Vlad went a little overboard with the invitations?”

“You only need to keep your eyes on me,” he says, his voice commanding. “I invited all those people so they could bear witness to the promise I’m going to make to you. To treasure and love you. To be your bodyguard and protect you to my last breath. I want everyone in this town to know that if they ever do anything to hurt you, I will be on them like cold on ice.”

“Cold on ice?” I chuckle even with my heart aching with love at his words. I waited all those years for this, and it’s better than I could have ever imagined.

“Like white on rice,” I laugh, feeling at ease. His lips twitch with a smile, matching my own.

“Feeling better?”

“Almost,” I whisper, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and leaning in for a kiss. It’s soft and more a brush of lips than anything, but it sends a low rumble of want rocking his chest, and I realize this is not going to end in a simple kiss. “My bridesmaids are going to kill me if I mess up my makeup or anything happens to my dress,” I warn my husband, pulling my arms from him and trying to get away, but it’s fruitless. It seems I have awakened the beast, and now he wants to play.

I back up a step, gasping when the back of my knees connect with the couch. I fall back, and it proves a chore to get up, the weight of my dress keeping me down. Oh, why did I choose a princess-style wedding gown?

“Don’t even bother trying to get up,” Jax growls, his eyes heating as he walks toward me. “You look perfect just like that, all ready for Daddy to lick that pussy.”

Oh God!

I should…

Shit, I know I should do something to stop him from doing what we both want, considering where we are. And I do want him. That has never been an issue between us. My sex is already sleek with arousal, and he hasn’t even touched me, but…

Any moment now, one of my bridesmaids could walk in to check on me, and what would they think if they found my husband buried beneath the layers of my dress?

“Jax…the wedding night…”

“Will be beautiful, I know,” he rasps, dropping to his knees and caging me against the couch. His hands push under my dress and snake up my thighs, sending a rush of heat pooling at my core. “I can’t wait to peel this dress off you tonight. Watch you bury your face into the pillow as I take this pussy so fucking hard, the entire town will hear you begging for my cock.”

“Yes,” I whimper, desperate for just that. I want him to take me hard and rough, tear off my wedding dress, and rut me like he does every time he gets that predatory look in his eyes. The same look that tells me by the time he’s done with me, my legs will be wet spaghetti and my body a heaving mess.

Christ, I want that.

I need it—crave him.

Jax shoves open my knees, and I whimper when he rubs his knuckles over my thong before ripping it off me completely. He shoves up my dress, and I know Rue is going to give me hell for getting it wrinkled, but from my husband’s expression at the sight of my wet sex, I figure the scolding will be worth it.

“I haven’t been in here for five minutes, and you are already dripping, princess,” he says reverently, rubbing his thumb over my sex to part my feminine lips. I jerk hard when his digit grazes my clit.

Oh God.

I’m burning with need for this man. “Please, Daddy,” I whimper begging for him to move. To touch. Anything!

The cruel man brings my left knee to his shoulder, exposing me further. He leans in and brushes his lips over my inner thigh, his stormy gray eyes locked on me as he does so. “Please what, princess?”

“Touch me, Daddy.”

Someone knocks on the door, and I jump, my panicked eyes ricocheting between my husband and the door. “Eyes on me,” he says firmly.

“Arya, can I come in? I have your bouquet.”

Jax leans in and licks me with a deep, satisfied groan, and I nearly cry out, slapping my palm over my mouth to cut off the sound. Oh God…this cruel man! How can he do this to me when there is someone at the door?

“Arya, are you okay in there?” Rue’s voice barely registers, and it takes sheer will for me to not cry out when my husband drags the flat of his tongue over my clit, stroking it fast and rough. I sink into the cushions as Jax brings me to the brink of madness with that sinful mouth of his. “Okay, that’s it. Arya, I am coming in!”

“No!” I yell, slapping the arm of the couch as Jax’s tongue licks me crudely. He’s making sounds at the base of his throat, pushing my thighs wider as he slides his middle finger into my pulsing entrance. I bite back another sob when he adds a second finger and starts thrusting them into my sex while stroking my swollen clit with his tongue.

“Arya, what’s happening?”

“I…I…stubbed my toe!” I gasp out loud enough for it to be heard on the other side of the door. “I’m sorry… G-give me a sec.”

The orgasm comes out of nowhere. Between trying not to make a sound from what my husband is doing to me and maintaining a conversation with my best friend, I lose focus, and when I climax, it racks my whole body. I bite into my arm as tremors roll through me, my pussy pulsing hotly around my husband’s thick digits. His tongue stays on my clit until the orgasm fades and I am left a trembling mess.

There is a smirk on Jax’s lips as he rises to his feet and starts tugging down his zipper, shoving away his pants and black boxer briefs to reveal his massive cock, angry and leaking precum. Jax grabs my hand and helps me up before spinning me around to face the couch. I sense more than see him position himself behind me. He lifts my dress and bunches it around my waist before I feel the hard press of his cock against my entrance seconds before he slams into me in one swift move.

“Oh!” I cry out, forgetting all about the need to stay quiet, but Jax doesn’t seem to care about that. It’s almost as if he is set on pushing me to my limit to see how long I can hold back before alerting the entire wedding party of what he is doing to me.

That limit is stretched thin.

“My dirty little princess, so fucking drenched, begging for my cock,” he rasps in my ear. “Wonder what the guests would think if they knew how hard and rough my fragile little flower likes it.”

I bite back a whimper. “They can’t know, Daddy.”

“Want to test that?” Is that…a threat?

Jax wraps his arms around my chest as he begins an all-out assault on all of my five senses. His thrusts are brutal, forcing me to my tiptoes, and my sex grows slicker with arousal at the sound of skin on skin. He is rough and unforgiving with how he takes me, and I love every second of it.

“Oh, Daddy!” I sob when I feel myself draw close to yet another orgasm. “Faster! Harder! Please !”

He listens, pounding into me and sending me right off the edge. I come with a cry, and he mercifully claps his hand over my mouth to mute the sound. My sex clenches hard around his cock, pulling him right off the edge after me. He buries his face in my neck to mute his hoarse growl, but I feel it. Against my skin, I feel every bit of the man as he drives his thickness into me, drawing out my orgasm until I can barely stand.

Jax goes lax against me, his breath heavy on my skin, and it takes long moments to catch my breath. We stay locked in an embrace for a long time until the knock comes again, this time followed by an awkward cough.

“Uh, Arya…the ceremony is about to start.”

Right. I am getting married to this man today. For a second time. Even teenage me, who spent her days with her nose buried between the pages of all the romance novels she could find, would never have predicted this for herself.

Two weddings to the man I have loved as long as I can remember. Will love for as long as I breathe.

Jax grabs my chin and fixes those gray eyes on me. “Eyes on me, princess. Okay? When you walk down that aisle, keep your eyes on me.”

I nod.

It is, after all, where my eyes have always been. On him .

~The End