Raines, Elizabeth - Captivated [Wicked Missions 6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (14 page)

“What do you mean?”

“What are you willing to sacrifice to marry both of them?”

“It’s not that simple, Alayna. It’s Jayce’s choice, not mine.”

With a shake of her head, Alayna leveled a hard stare. “Bullshit. You’re master of your own destiny, Izzie. Did you ever think Jayce might be waiting for you to let him know what you want? Maybe by being quiet, you’ve made him believe you want this just the way it is.” Music began, echoing through the corridor from the sanctuary. “That’s my cue.” Turning on her heel, Alayna opened the door before turning back. “Think about this before you go out there and take one man as your husband when you really want two—what message are you sending the men you love if you marry one in public and hide the other like you’re ashamed of him?” On that chilly pronouncement, Alayna closed the door.

Between her own nerves, Charisa’s visit, and Alayna’s grim look into her future life, Izzie wanted to scream in frustration. Not surprisingly, her stomach rebelled. She grabbed the closest urn and gagged a few times, fearing what little she’d eaten was going to come back up. With all the fuss and bother of the last few days, she couldn’t seem to tame her digestive system. Nausea followed her like a shadow.

The realization hit her like a slap in the face, and she ran to find a medscanner, needing to answer an important question before the ceremony began.

* * * *

Damian tucked Izzie’s hand in the crook of his elbow and gave her fingers a tender caress. “Are you ready?”

“I think so.” She leaned over to kiss his cheek. He’d never looked so handsome. The tan suit complemented his blond hair and dark eyes. He’d cut his hair a little shorter and slicked it back, looking every bit the handsome rogue. A sigh of appreciation slipped from her lips.

“You’re a princess.” He smiled as his gaze settled on the silver-and-emerald tiara Kamala had brought for her to wear with her veil. Izzie refused to have the ivory tulle cover her face—her own little statement to Steraph. Instead, it flowed from the tiara down her back with the hem ending just below her hair, which she’d left down because she knew how much Jayce and Damian loved seeing it around her shoulders. “You’re beautiful.”

Heat rushed to her cheeks. “Thank you. I only wish…” Biting back the words, she fought the tears stinging her eyes. She was supposed to be happy, damn it! This was her wedding day! Instead, butterflies fluttered in her stomach, and her throat closed up, almost choking off her air.

This wasn’t right. Damian shouldn’t be walking her up the aisle—he should be standing next to Jayce, waiting for her to come to them to take them both as her husbands.

“Someday,” he whispered in her ear as if reading her thoughts. “Someday, we’ll all be married. For now, become Jayce’s wife. I know I have your heart, and you know you have mine. As does Jayce. The three of us can be anything we want to be in private.”

His words didn’t comfort her as he’d obviously intended.

Instead, they inspired her.

Izzie straightened her spine, gripped her bouquet, and said, “Let’s do this.”

The high-pitched sounds of Bromondi music filled the air as Damian escorted her the length of the aisle. Jayce waited at the gold altar, dressed head-to-toe in navy blue, a red sash running from his left shoulder to right hip. A gold medallion in the shape of a star that symbolized the royal family was pinned over his heart. His smile beamed down at her, making Izzie feel as if she was basking in sunlight. Now that she’d made up her mind, she allowed her happiness to overflow.

Damian led her up the six stairs, and when they reached Jayce, the men she loved flanked her sides. The black-robed clergyman stepped up, opened his worn book, and opened his mouth. Izzie beat him to the punch. “I’ve changed my mind.”

A collective gasp rose from the small crowd, the loudest from the minister. “You’ve what?” he asked, his voice rising to a squeaky pitch.

“I’ve changed my mind.” She tossed him a sweet smile and turned to face Jayce. “I can’t marry you.”

His smile had vanished, replaced with a scowl so fierce, a shiver ran through her. But she refused to back down. This was too important an issue. “I’ll marry both you and Damian or I won’t marry anyone.”

“Izzie…” Damian set a hand on her shoulder. “Please don’t do this for me.”

“Oh, but I’m not. I’m doing it for
me
. I’m doing it for Jayce. For all of us.” She couldn’t contain a smile. “For all
four
of us,” she said softly for only her men to hear.

Jayce caught on first, the grin spreading across his face gleaming like sunshine again. He took her hand, brushed a kiss across the knuckles, and then turned to the crowd. “Today, I’ll marry the two people I love dearly. Today, I’ll marry Izzie Szabo and Damian Scarpela, or I will abdicate my throne and live somewhere where the three of us can share our lives.”

Damian still looked confused—and more than a bit stunned—so Izzie had mercy on him. Moving close enough to whisper in his ear, she said, “I’m pregnant.”

His eyes flew wide. “Really?”

“Really.”

The crowd was now buzzing, probably discussing Jayce’s announcement. She wished she could hear what they were saying. A glance to Steraph told her that the king was flabbergasted. His face had flushed, and he was sputtering at Charisa, who stood at his side. She was stroking his arm, but her smile was almost as wide as her son’s.

Jayce knew he’d shocked everyone, especially his father. He turned to face Steraph, and father and son locked in a moment that had been a long time coming. For all of Jayce’s life, his father had demanded that he act like a future king, that he take a stand on the important issues affecting their people. Today, Jayce was taking Steraph’s advice.

Nothing in his life would ever be as important as Damian and Izzie. Now that he knew she carried his child, he wasn’t about to let their lives together start out on a colossal lie. If he couldn’t be who he was and still be king, he didn’t want to be king at all. There were plenty of places in the universe where he, Damian, and Izzie could make a family and be accepted. Although his heart would be wounded to leave his beloved homeland, he would do what was best for the people he loved.

“You would do this? You would walk away from your heritage?” Steraph’s questions came in such a mild tone that Jayce couldn’t believe it. Where was the anger? Where was the indignation?

“I would,” he replied with a decisive nod.

Steraph turned to Charisa. She stood on tiptoe to whisper something in his ear. He shook his head. She whispered a few more things. He stared at her for a moment, then gave her a curt nod.

The king strode up the steps to stand by Jayce. Turning to face the crowd, he held out his hands. “What would you have me do? You’re my people. I am your servant. Would you allow this…thing…this marriage of three people? You’d allow two men to love one woman…and…each other?”

Murmurs rose, but no voices rang out.

“I listened to the women when they wished to end the tradition of the veil,” he continued. “Now, I ask you…what would you have me do?”

“Let them marry!” one woman finally called.

“Yes! Let them marry!” a man shouted.

Soon the noise rose to a din with shouts and cries of support.

Jayce grinned as he turned to face Izzie. Tears were tracing wet paths down her cheeks. Then he glanced over to Damian. A smile lit his face, and his brown eyes practically glowed. “Will you both marry me?”

* * * *

Damian pressed his hand against the lock, waiting for it to read his palm print and pop open the gate so Jayce could drive through. Going back to the compound for their honeymoon had been Izzie’s idea. She told them she wanted to see the gardens and have a place where they were away from everyone, including the intrusive media.

The hovercar set down just inside the gates, and Damian helped Izzie out. Her feet had barely hit the ground when he scooped her into his arms, ready to end the torture of denying himself the pleasure he knew her body could give him. “I’m going to make love to you,” he said as he pressed his lips to hers.

Something primitive inside him had rushed to the front when she’d so bravely declared that she’d take both him and Jayce as husbands, letting the whole world know that she valued him every bit as much as she did Jayce. Sure, he’d said it didn’t matter, that she could marry Jayce and still be with him in private. He’d actually meant it too, up until the moment he’d linked Izzie’s arm through his and realized he’d be literally giving her away when they reached the end of that aisle. Although he loved Jayce and Izzie with all his heart, Damian knew his pride would have received a mortal blow, a blow that would have forced him to leave behind the two people who owned his heart and soul.

Winding through the halls to reach the master bedroom, he kicked the door open as Jayce followed them into the room. Now that Izzie was pregnant with Jayce’s child, there was no barrier to Damian making love to her the way he’d fantasized so many times. “I’m going to stick my cock in that sweet pussy, sweetheart.”

“Damn right,” she replied. All three of them tore at their clothes, the garments quickly falling to the ground.

When Izzie took his hand and led him to the bed, Damian thought his heart would burst. She wanted him, not that he didn’t know he held her love, and she’d never made him feel as if she didn’t wish to make love to him. Her eagerness pleased him more than she could know. Just to tease her, he shook his head.

“Damian?” Her gaze caught his, and he saw the confusion in her green eyes.

“Jayce,” Damian ordered. “On your back, Your Highness.”

“But… I thought…” Izzie knit her pretty red eyebrows. “I thought you said—”

“Oh, I’m gonna fuck you,” Damian said. “But I’m going to take you from behind while you suck Jayce’s cock.”

Her smile hit him like fire straight to his cock. “Shit, I love it when you talk dirty.”

Jayce hopped on the bed, flopped on his back, and grinned like a child who’d just been given a new toy. He crooked his finger at Izzie.

With a melodious laugh, she crawled onto the mattress, stalking Jayce like a cat seeking its prey. She started kissing his feet, working her way up his body, making Damian’s erection jerk at the erotic sight. When she reached Jayce’s groin, she held his dick like a piece of delicate crystal before licking him from his balls, up the rigid shaft, to the crown.

A groan slipped out of Jayce as Damian joined his lovers—his
spouses
—on their marriage bed. Izzie rose on her knees, bracing herself with one hand, and wiggling that tight little ass at him. All he wanted to do was sink deep inside her again and again until they both came, but this was the first time he’d make love to his beautiful, redheaded wife. It had to be special.

He slipped a finger between her folds, growling when he felt how hot and wet she was. “God, Izzie. You’re so ready.” He sank a finger deep inside her, savoring how her muscles clenched around him. Adding a second finger, he drove in and out of her until she was pushing back against him.

“Are you going to tease me or are you going to fuck me?” She cast a quick smile over her shoulder, her emerald eyes full of sparkle.

A glance to the mirror let Damian watch Izzie giving Jayce a blow job worthy of a future queen. She took most of his cock deep into her mouth, her cheeks pulling in with the suction she used. Jayce’s eyes were closed, and he had the most contented look on his face.

Damian couldn’t wait any longer. He pulled back his fingers, licked them to learn her taste, and then settled the head of his cock against her. Just as he eased inside her tight channel, she pushed back, impaling herself until her soft ass pressed against his groin.

He’d died and gone to heaven. Her ass had been sublime. Her pussy was perfect.

Izzie waited for Damian to move, to start that wonderful rhythm she knew would take them both to paradise. She had every intention of making sure Jayce joined them in that bliss. Yet, he still hesitated. “Damian?”

“I love you, Izzie.”

“I love you too, baby. Now fuck me.”

And he did, gripping her hips as he pulled back and then thrust inside her. She let go of all her thoughts, simply allowing herself to become a creature of sensations—the musky scent of Jayce’s cock, the tangy taste of him, and the feel of Damian’s thick dick surging inside her. Far too soon, she felt her muscles tightening, trying to hold on to Damian, to squeeze his essence right out of him. At the same time, Jayce’s cock grew even larger in her mouth as his fingers tangled in her hair. He was close too.