“So why don’t we just do that anyway?” she asked. “If you only want to make sure you don’t have to marry Anastasia and her flouncy tits then-”
“That isn’t the reason I want to marry ya,” I snarled, making her suck in a sharp breath as she stared up at me, waiting for me to go on so I did. She deserved that much from me after all I’d taken from her. “I want to marry ya because I see everything I am and everything I could ever want to be in you, Spider. You wake me up when the darkness presses in on me and you don’t shy away from the bloodiest, most brutal pieces of my being. Yer a mirror to my cracked and splintered soul but you’re also something so much purer than I could ever hope to be. You’re wild and free and endlessly beautiful because you don’t give a single fuck about what anyone in this boring world has to say about what is right and normal and you just do you. You shine so bright that I haven’t been able to look away from you for a single second since I first laid eyes on ya. I don’t want to look away. And if I can offer you any piece of happiness in this world which is too often filled with bad then I want to do that. I want you smiling and dancing in the rain and barefoot in bloody puddles. I want you crying and raging and all the things in between which make your heart pump faster and your electric eyes spark. I want you gasping my name as I hold you tight in my arms and offer you every broken piece of me to do with as you will, Spider. I just want you. So the question is, do you want me too?”
Brooklyn’s lips parted as she stared at me, my words and declarations hanging in the air all around us, waiting to come crashing down on our heads and make the whole world quake with our union if only she agreed to it.
She sank her teeth into her bottom lip again and I was trapped in that moment, unsure what insanity had led me here and never wanting to stop experiencing it either way.
“I do,” she said loudly, the words ringing out loud and true and making her mine in all the ways that counted for now and for fucking ever.
Brooklyn ran at me and I lifted her into my arms as I caught her, kissing her hard as she wound her legs around my waist and groaning as she rolled her hips against mine.
“You heard the woman,” I barked as she moved her mouth along my jaw and I gripped her arse to hold her in place, looking over her shoulder to the officiant and the witnesses he’d brought to oversee this thing.
“Oh, that was the vows?” he asked in confusion while Brooklyn began to tug at the collar of my la dee da outfit, moving her mouth down my neck and making my cock so fucking hard that I almost groaned out load.
“Yes, it was the fucking vows, what did you think we’d come here for, a fucking natter?” I barked. “She said ‘I do’, I said ‘I do’, so-”
“Actually, you didn’t say-” he began and I growled angrily.
“I do,” I barked. “Now give me the papers so that we can go make this thing official.”
The fella looked inclined to protest for a moment but as he caught a good look at the murderous intentions in my eyes he skedaddled fast enough and made quick work of signing the papers, getting the startled looking witnesses to sign too and hurrying over so that Brooklyn and I could add our scribbles to the mix.
I forced him to turn around so that I could use his back to lean on while Brooklyn managed to fully unbutton my shirt, shoving the chainmail aside and started kissing her way down my chest, seemingly oblivious to everything else that was going on as she worked to get me naked right in the middle of the fucking chapel.
I fisted her hair, my chest heaving as I forced her back and barked a command at her to sign. Her eyes went all round as she nodded obediently, scribbling her name on the marriage licence and signing herself over to a life of sin at my side.
I swiped a thumb over the corner of my lips to stop the smirk which tried to lift them as I watched her write her name out then snatched the papers from the officiant and told him to wait to file it officially until tomorrow. We were wanted criminals after all. It wouldn’t do for the cops to be alerted to our presence in the city until we were long gone and back home where we belonged.
I turned and strode out of the chapel while Brooklyn turned her attention to kissing her way down my neck again, her hands exploring my chest and abs, fingertips carving the lines of scars from wounds which probably shoulda killed me, but I knew now why I’d survived them. It wasn’t so that I could go on suffering endlessly in the wake of what I’d destroyed. It was so that I could be here waiting for her when she came seeking a hellion to help her claim the vengeance she’d been owed and to make sure that life gave her only the good from here on out.
“We should get back to the jet, love,” I panted, my cock aching with need as she ground herself against me, not giving a fuck about the people who were all milling about the place and looking our way.
“I need you, Hellfire. We have to make it official. The congregation,” she insisted.
“Consummation?” I guessed. “I’m pretty sure we covered that earlier on.”
Brooklyn reared back and slapped me so hard that my head wheeled to one side and I tasted blood.
“Is this a real wedding or not, Niall?” she demanded as I glared at her, her eyes full of fury which I was feeling myself after that smack.
“Yes,” I snarled.
“Then take me in there and make me yours.” She pointed at a door which held a staff only sign on it, her eyes flaring with her demand, and I gave in. I was only fucking human after all.
I crossed the space between us and the door, shoving it open and finding a cleaning closet stacked high with paper towels and bleach and all kinds of handy things before I kicked the door closed behind us again and pushed her up against it.
I kissed her hard, my tongue driving between her lips, making her moan for me and she locked her ankles tight around my waist and rolled her hips again.
“I was gonna do it proper next time,” I said as I forced myself to pull back. “A big bed and rose petals and whale music, fancy candles and all that shit. I was gonna be gentle and-”
“I don’t want gentle, Hellfire,” Brooklyn snapped. “I want you.”
I met her gaze for several long seconds, the protests dying on my tongue as I found myself nodding, a breath of laughter falling from me and the last of those flouncy thoughts slipping away like daisies on a breeze.
“Well alright then,” I agreed, lifting my hand to the top of the fancy bodice she was wearing and yanking on it hard enough to make something rip and let her tits burst free of the top of it.
I groaned as I dropped my mouth to her nipple, sucking it hard and making her whimper as she rocked her hips against me again.
I dropped her to her feet and got to my knees before her as I started tugging on her skirt, forcing the endless layers of it up between us and hunting for the softness of her flesh beneath. She wasn’t wearing any panties and as I finally discovered that, I lost all sense of myself, pushing her thighs apart and burying my face between them as I tasted her arousal and lapped at her core.
Brooklyn moaned loudly, her fist thumping against the door she leaned on while I devoured the sweetness of her and worked to get her ready to take me again. She had to be tender from the first time and no matter how much I wanted to give in and claim her as roughly as she expected, I still needed to make sure that she was taken care of too. I wanted her coming for me in all the ways I’d fantasised about while fighting against the reality of us and I planned on making every single one of those daydreams come true now that I’d finally given in to the inevitability of us.