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The last meeting we had with the Elders left us absolutely drained of energy. Planning a Piercing Ceremony is never easy,
especially when one of the blood–brothers is a future Elder, and certain rules must be followed to ensure nothing goes wrong as
we marry Angel in front of the other Lords. The past few days have been more than tiring, and I am exhausted, but I doubt I will
sleep tonight.
Stefan groans in pain as he exits the car. Reyes and I do the same. “How long until the ceremony?” he complains.
“Around thirty–six hours,” I reply.
“I think I am going to die,” he whines as we head to the elevator.
Reyes tries to arrange his erection. “No, you won’t.” He doesn’t sound too convinced, either.
A strong aphrodisiac is given to the men two days before the Piercing Ceremony that will keep them in a permanent state of
arousal, and they can’t have sex until their bonded receives her piercings from them, as they have to prove they can control
themselves.
We received the aphrodisiac early this morning, and since then, we have avoided going home, knowing we will have a hard time
not wanting to use Angel to alleviate ourselves. She has been calling and texting us, worried that something has happened, and
as much as we would like to shove snow inside our pants and get drunk until the time to take her to the Blood Lodge comes, we
can feel her distress and worry, and we can’t leave her like that.
My balls feel like they are about to explode, and my cock is throbbing so badly that I am sure that a few strokes will be enough to
make myself feel better, but I can’t come until the day of the ceremony. For her, I will endure it.
We enter the apartment, and all the lights are off. A strong scent of cinnamon and vanilla cookies and other homemade goods
lingers in the air. Liza has been coming over to clean and cook and keep Angel company when we are not around. When the
renovations to our new house are done, Liza will be the one to take care of the Lair. I should have never trusted Giselle with such
an important task. She even lied to Angel and let her believe we had orgies weekly. The one that really got me angry was Giselle
implying she was my mistress. It took me several days to clear all the misunderstandings with Angel, and now she doesn’t think I
am a huge asshole. Just a tiny one.
“Why did Liza turn off all the lights before leaving? She knows Angel is afraid of the dark,” Reyes wonders.
“Maybe she is already asleep,” Stefan suggests.
It is not that late, but being pregnant has her being tired most of the time, and sometimes she goes to bed early.
“We should get some rest as well,” I say.
The lights from the top floor of the apartment are on, and we go to our room, but Angel is not there either.
“Maybe she is in the nursery?” I wonder. We already bought everything the baby needs, and Angel is slowly putting it together.
Except, she isn’t there either.
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I start to feel sick. My demon growls in anger.
What if Carlos got her while we were driving around the city, complaining about our dicks. If something happens to her or
our baby, I will fucking burn the world down to the ground.
“Where can she he,” Reyes starts to panic.
Stefan takes out his phone, and moments later, he says, “She is in the sunroom, sleeping.”
Relief washes over me. She is safe. Thank God Stefan thought about checking her tracker’s location. “I will go get her.”
I don’t like the idea of her sleeping in the sunroom, especially since the temperatures have dropped a lot in the past few
days, but she likes to read there, and we put in a portable heater for her. There are plenty of blankets and pillows for her to
use, as well as a mini fridge that we restock every morning before we go to work. We check in with her and Liza–who arrives
not long after we leave–each hour, wanting to be sure she is well. Carlos is still out there, and the idea of him barging in
when we are not home makes us anxious.
Angel is bundled up on the sofa, blankets wrapped around her, as she sleeps peacefully.
I crouch in front of the sofa and stroke her cheek with my thumb. God, she is so beautiful. I know many people don’t find her
conventionally attractive, but for me, she is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.
Her eyes open, her chocolate gaze groggy with sleep.
I still can’t believe she is mine.
“You are finally home. I missed you.” Her voice is barely audible, but I can hear the relief in her tone, making me feel guilty
for not coming straight home as soon as we were done at the Blood Lodge. I know all too well how hellstars are emotionally
connected to their Lords.
I kiss her and murmur against her lips, “I missed you too.” Picking her up in my arms, I add, “You look very tired. Should I be
worried?”
“Oh, I spent all day with Liza cooking, decorating, wrapping gifts for Christmas, and finishing the last details for our
ceremony.”
**You should not push yourself too much.”
“I am pregnant, not sick,” she reminds me.
“That doesn’t mean that I don’t worry about your health.”
A smile cracks on her face. “I love you too.”
God, I love this woman with all my heart. After finally fixing things with her our relationship became perfect.
her ass against Stefan’s crotch, he hissed.
“What’s wrong?” she asks, all worried.
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“Nothing,” Stefan lies.
“He got his piercings back,” Reyes ruins Stefan’s surprise.
“Thanks,” Stefan mutters, and Reyes grins.
Angel faces Stefan. “I want to see!”
“I will show you after I have pierced your left nipple,” Stefan says.
“But I want to see now,” she pouts impatiently.
Happiness fills my heart.
As Lords, we have to be stern and ruthless, especially in the war with the Dukes, but home is where we can be ourselves
and show all our love to our Lady.
“The waiting will be worth it,” I say. “And now, time to sleep. Tomorrow, we have to go to the City Hall and get married. I don’t
want a cranky bride.”
Finally, she will legally become a Raptou and my wife.
Wife.
I love how that sounds.
“Fuck you, Alekos. I am not cranky. I am horny.”
If not for the ceremony, she would be on her knees worshiping our cocks.
Reyes groans. “Can we not talk about sex?”
I agree, as all I want to do is sink into Angel’s pussy and fuck her until morning.
“So, no sex?” Angel asks.
“Not tonight, Schatzi.”
“No wonder you don’t want to touch me, I am getting bigger and bigger each day. I am basically a whale.”
I was warned that pregnant women don’t take rejection too well.
“Nonsense. You are so
stunning, my cock is basically screaming at me to fuck you. But not tonight,” Reyes says.
“Whatever,” Angel huffs and settles in for the night.
I turn off the light and join the others in bed.
I lie in bed wide awake as I can’t sleep because of how badly my balls hurt, and it crosses my mind that maybe we +10
should tell Angel why we can’t fuck her until the Piercing Ceremony.
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