Vampire Witch

Ch.3 The Wedding & Wedding Night

"Are you almost done?" i asked the seamstress as she sewed up the last stitch on the gown.

She looked up at me and smiled, "Yes, my lady."

I sighed and, when she looked back down I grimaced. Getting used to people calling me 'my lady' was not going to be as easy as I thought it would be.

She finally finished and I turned to look in the mirror. "I have to admit, Madelyne, you did a beautiful job on my dress."

"Evangeline." I turned to see Liam's father, "It's time."

I sucked in a deep breath, "I'll be right there." He left and i turned to Madelyne, "I want to thank you for all that you've done." She blushed and beamed at me.

"It was my pleasure." I pulled her in for a hug and exited the room to walk down the aisle with Liam's father, Lord Foxe.

"You look stunning, my dear." He stated and kissed my cheek. I know you might be like 'what a creeper.' but we grew close the day Liam introduced us. I have to admit, though, at first he didn't like the idea under the circumstances(yes he knew why we were getting married) but strangely after staring at us for what seemed like hours, he warmed up to the idea. He was the one to say he would walk me down the aisle and for a stunned moment we just stared at him. And I have to say, if nothing good comes out of my marriage with Liam, I know I have Lord Foxe's support.

I smiled at him a bit worried, "You think so?"

"I do and, Evangeline, you'll be just fine."

"It's not just me i'm worried about." He opened his mouth to reply but, just then, the music picked up so he gave me a meaningful look instead. We slowly walked out and I looked directly at Liam, who looked a bit stunned. I blushed slightly but boldly looked him up and down. He looked strikingly devastating, a perk to being a vampire. After my observation I looked up at his face, which to my dismay had a slight scowl. I wondered if Lord Foxe noticed it and my suspicions were confirmed when he gave my hand a slight squeeze. We were almost there and I couldn't help but wonder what he would do if I were to jilt him. He'd probably be humiliated and angry but after the shock wore off he'd most likely be elated.

The thought made me breathless but I quickly became a little angry.

Liam quirked an eyebrow when he noticed my irritated expression and when we got there he whispered, "Should I ask?"

In reply I took his hand and stood to the priest's left side.

Through the whole ceremony our eyes were fixed on eachother and we only looked away when the priest asked for the rings. I looked at him questioningly and he reached into his overcoat and pulled out two golden bands and handed the bigger one to me. He held out his hand and I immediately put out my left hand. He slipped on my ring and i did the same for him. I knew what was coming next and i thought I was ready for it but wasn't when he leaned in slowly and our lips met. I closed my eyes and placed my hands on his broad shoulders and he placed his on each side of my waist to pull me closer. It was over all too soon when he pulled away and turned to the cheering assembly, giving me the opportunity to compose myself.

Soon, he was leading me out of the mideval castle and toward a carriage where he gave the footman instructions on where to go.

"Get in." He tried to command me.

"Ladies first."I replied sweetly and gestured for him to get in first.

"Angel, don't start. I'm not in the mood."

I glared, "Don't call me that."

"Angel," he repeated, then asked, "You want a pleasant wedding night don't you?"

I wasn't having it, "Are you threatening to rape me? Because I can tell you right now that I'm strong enough to pull your most prized possession off with my hand." With that I climbed into the carriage and he followed right after me.

"So you're planning on making a quick end to it then?" His voice was husky as he sat right next to me.

I shivered slightly, "What are you doing?"

"Seducing my wife."

My eyes widened and he smirked then raised his hand to stroke my cheek. "You're so beautiful." Then he tilted my cheek up to kiss me. It was heaven kissing this vampire whose hands moved deftly over my body. I moaned and tried to move closer but was restricted by my dress so I resorted to stroking his skin under his shirt. He responded by caressing the side of my breasts. I broke away from the kiss to nibble the skin below his ear and was rewarded with a moan.

"My hot little minx, do you like that?" I nodded and looked into his eyes through my haze filled gaze.

The carriage came to a stop and we righted ourselves just in time to hear the footman rap on the door. Liam gave me a heated look, "We'll finish this tonight." A promise.

"I look forward to it." Then I reached over and opened the carriage door for Liam to exit.

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After the feast we stood at the door and thanked everyone for coming and when the last of them left I went to the nearest settee and plunked myself on it. Even the most durable vampire gets exhausted after a couple of days from anxiety overload.

"Exhausted?"I opened my eyes to see Liam inches from my face.

"Not hardly." I contradicted myself by yawning.

"May I?"

"I beg your pardon?"

"Oh you'll be begging alright." Then he swept me into his arms and walked towards the staircase.

I was too speechless to object so I just held on to his shoulders. He was almost at the top when I recovered and started to kiss along his jaw.

"If you don't want to fall down these stairs I suggest that you wait till we get to the bedroom."

"If you insist." So, I touched him instead.

"Minx."

We reached the double wide doors to his room and he kicked them open and after we entered the room they silently closed. Another perk to being a vampire.

He gently set me down and caressed my neck. "I was meaning to ask you if you are a vir..."

I cut him off and asked worriedly, "No, did you expect a virgin?"

His pupils dilated and he grinned seductively. Without an answer he got busy helping me out of my dress. Within seconds I was only in my chemise and helping him out of his coat and linen shirt. Once he was bare chested I ran my hands over his well sculpted torso. He picked me up again and he tossed me on the bed and removed the rest of his clothes. After the last of his clothing was gone he grabbed my ankles and dragged me towards him causing my chemise to ride up, which in turn exposed me. He groaned and ran his hands up my thighs. When he reached the hem of the chemise he whipped it off and appraised my body.

"Are you disappointed."

"Not in the least."

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