Dark Angel 💀 {Erotic Vampire Adventure}

Epilogue - White Wedding

Vegas is a sweaty hole in the desert. The only things that grow here are gambling habits and venereal diseases. It's like a depressing version of Disneyland for adults, only in this magic kingdom they carry flutes of alcohol while people in garish costumes try to convince you that you're having fun. I'm sure to the few who call this place home it is an oasis of sorts, but to a vampire, it's hell.

Why the fuck did I pick this place to get married?

True to his word, Christian let me plan our big day, and while I thought I was being clever, I'm now regretting my pig-headed insistence on a destination wedding.

We arrived last night on Christian's private plane, just my fiancé and I...and our new ragtag group of buddies. Mickey and Gideon spent the flight embroiled in a heated discussion about philosophy (their new favorite pastime) while Douggie watches footie at a volume no vampire should ever need. That left Pembroke to third wheel on mine and Christian's conversation.

Pembroke left her gang of able-bodied young vampires back in New York to watch over the few soldiers who decided to roll with us after Gav's plan was thwarted. Most of the newly turned and highly confused vampire army scattered, afraid that the government would come after them to clean up the remains of their mess. There were three very large and very strapping men who wanted to join our crew.

Why, you ask? Because after Christian and I say "I do", we're going to launch an epic vamp-hunt to find who Gavriel was working with.

Yeah, I nearly shit a brick myself when I figured that little nugget out.

Just like his daddy, Gavriel wouldn't want to turn the soldiers himself because they would inherit the powers of his blood. So, he must have been working with a partner. A partner who knows everything about Gavriel's plan and could possibly be a little peeved that I blew up his boss.

Anyway, we landed in the deserted-strip-mall-that-is-Vegas last night, and for twenty-four hours I have shared a gigantic suite with these morons. Well, truthfully the only moron in the group is Douggie, and he's been relatively well behaved. Everyone else is grating on my last nerve though.

While Pembroke, Gideon, and Mickey debated over what our next move should be for the billionth time, I stalked into the master bedroom to find my garment bag. As I crossed towards the palatial bed a black figure darted behind me in the reflection of the glass window. I hardly have time to register the movement before a pair of arms are locked around my waist.

Christian pulled me into his torso, pressing my bottom into his groin and letting out a groan that sent my senses reeling.

"God, I wanted it to just be us." He moaned in my ear tickling my skin with his breath.

"Then next time, you need to give Douggie clearer instructions." I half-chuckle-half-sigh in response to his lips on my neck. "You can't just tell him book us all a trip to Vegas, you have to specify that-"

Christian spun me around to claim my mouth in one confident movement and I complied. As our lips explore, my hands snake up into his hair, twisting around the thick brown strands. Christian somehow pulls me closer with a grunt of passion and we tumble down onto the bed, neither of us aware that several feet away our friends are probably listening.

"A'hem." a startled female voice interrupted us. It also killed my lady-boner dead, in under a second.

Christian's head pops up from between my boobs, his face twisted in indignant anger, which promptly melted into shock. I lolled my head back to see the upside-down doorway containing Christian's ex, the upsettingly attractive Elodie, and their love-child, Sophie.