White Wedding Nightmares
Cynthia Eden
And really, what was a girl to do? I’d taken the liberty of strapping my trusty stake to my garter, just in case, and when Lucien got within striking distance, I struck.
With one sweep of my arm—I’d always been fast, thanks to the sweet, sweet hunter skills that were bred in me—I had the stake against his heart. “If you really want to push the married point,” I growled at him, “I can make myself a widow.”
A loud thunk to the left. My gaze jerked over. Uh, oh, my grandmother had just fallen off her pew. So not the way my wedding day was supposed to be.
Lucien, dang his still too-sexy self, didn’t back off, not one inch. In fact, he stepped forward and the stake slipped into his flesh. Red blood droplets splattered onto my white dress. That’s not coming out.
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“I’d die for you any day, sweet, but there’s no way I’d ever stand by and let you get hurt.”
What?
“Now,” Lucien said.
“Now? Now what?” I shook my head and my fingers stayed locked around that wooden stake. “Don’t push me, Lucien.” Oh, who was I kidding? I’d never be able to stake the jerk.
“Let her go!” Mark ordered, stepping forward. The human standing up to the vampire. Had to be true love, because Mark would know he was out matched.
“Mark, I—” Can handle this stuck in my throat because suddenly, a blaze of fire shot across the aisle. Drago had fired up. The guests screamed. Some ran, because smart people ran when a dragon started breathing fire.
Then Ulfric was racing toward me, his head down low, a snarl breaking from his lips. He lunged forward and—in mid-air—he transformed into a giant white wolf. A wolf that launched right at Mark and took my fiancé down with an attack hard enough to shake the church.
“No!” I screamed and the stake jerked away from Lucien as I spun to protect my man. I was used to protecting others. As a hunter, it was really kind of my thing. I stepped forward, arms out and ready to rip the hide off a certain wolf.
My wedding day. My wedding day!
Strong arms wrapped around my waist and yanked me back. The breath exploded from me when I collided with Lucien’s muscled frame. “Can’t let you help him.” Whispered into my ear. “And I want you to know, I am sorry…”
I did not like the sound of that. I thrust back with my elbow, colliding with that hard stomach of his, but Lucien’s hold didn’t waver. Not a bit. Vampire strength could suck.
He spun me around. “I’m kissing my bride.” His lips crushed down on mine. Not some soft, sweet, first married kiss. A hard, demanding claim that, yes, crap, made my knees do a little jiggle. Lucien had always been able to stir me.
But…
I lifted my knee and hit him in his most vulnerable spot. Then he wavered, because even a vampire wasn’t superman. I thought his hold would loosen more. Mark was on the floor, surrounded by fur and fangs, and he needed me.
But Lucien’s arms were so tight. And in the next instance, the world whirled around me. No, no. I knew what was happening and screamed as loud as I could.
Vampires have one particular power that really can be a severe nuisance. They can teleport. Disappear into mist and reappear who-the-heck knew where else. And if the vampire in question was touching something—or someone—during the teleport, guess what happened?
I shoved against him, but it did no good. The last thing I saw before the white mist surrounded me was Mark’s face. White, desperate, and his stark eyes stared after me. Ulfric had him penned to the altar and Mark, sweet Mark, was screaming my name.
I hate vampires.
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When the world stopped spinning and I finally felt like I wasn’t going to vomit all over my beautiful (if blood-stained) wedding dress, I looked around and knew just where the black-hearted vamp had taken me.
His place. A place that just happened to be a mansion in South Carolina, a good five hundred miles away from my church and my fiancé
“Now, before you get angry, just take a moment…” Lucien’s voice drifted to me. “I can explain.”
I whirled around and found him standing in front of the picture window. The curtains were drawn and a small lamp lit the room. Rage pumped in my blood, my heart raced too fast, and I realized I wouldn’t need a stake this time. I could rip the guy apart with my bare hands.
“Why?”
A soft sigh fluttered past his lips. “Would you believe I did it for you?”
I attacked. In a heartbeat, I was across that room. My hands fisted in his shirt and I yanked his face down real close to mine. “You ruined my wedding day. My wedding day to a normal man.” Oh, but I’d wanted normal for so long. His gaze bored into mine. So handsome, so wrong for me.
Suddenly, my shoulders slumped as sadness filled me. “Why couldn’t you just let me go?”
His hand curled around my chin. His stare raked my face. There was emotion there, in his eyes. So much heat and need. And…more.
I swallowed.
“We had to do it, sweet,” he said. “There was no choice.”
Uh, we?
A loud whoosh broke the air behind him. Lucien grabbed my arm and we raced forward, tumbling onto the bed, and seconds later, the picture window exploded as Drago came flying in, with Ulfric on his back.
My jaw dropped.
Lucien rose above me. His body pinned mine to the soft mattress. “If we hadn’t saved you in that church, you’d be dead.”
I shook my head, stunned. “Who? Who would kill me?” Okay, wait, I did have a lot of enemies, but only my family had been in that church. My family and Mark’s.
His fingers slid down my cheek. “So blind. You couldn’t see the evil right in front of you.”
A growl from Ulfric. “We saw it.”
A puff of smoke from Drago.
“Your normal man,” Lucien told me. “After you said, ‘I do’—Mark was planning to kill you.”
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