Chapter 18

The ballroom was decorated in jewel tones of emerald, sapphire and ruby as DG had wanted. There was music and dancing and more food than DG had ever seen in one place. They stood with Ahamo, Azkadellia and Jeb as they greeted their guests. The food was served and the cake was cut and served. Then it was time for the first dance. Cain led DG out on the floor and led her in a graceful waltz. DG then shared a dance with her father.

"I am proud of you, Sweetheart. He's a good man and he will help you and take care of you." Ahamo said as he smiled at DG.

"I know, Dad." She said. The dance ended and DG went and sat next to Cain to have a bite to eat.

Cain leaned over and whispered, "We have the wedding suite at Central Hotel tonight. We can leave when ever you want."

"Let's stay a while longer. Jeb looks like he's having a good time. He hasn't left that girl all night. Is that his Molly?"

"The redhead? Yeah that's Molly O'Neill. She was a resistance fighter in his company. She's a nice girl. I knew her father, Jon."

"And Az seems to have found a friend too. That blonde has been making her laugh for a while."

"That's Carson. Andy Harkness' son. I think he's on the Central City council."

"This place is really thriving. I was scared that the witch's rule would have destroyed it too badly. I guess the quick recovery is just part of the magick of the OZ."

"So what do you say, Sweetheart, let's get outta here and have our own celebration."

"Lead the way, Husband mine." They found Ahamo and told him they were ready to leave. Ahamo called for silence and turned the floor over to DG.

"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for coming out to celebrate with us. Please continue to enjoy the food and festivities. Thank you all again for coming I bid you goodnight." Cain took her hand and led her to the carriage that would take them to their hotel.

The hotel was beautiful and their room was divine. Once the door was closed they took a moment to look at each other. DG thought Cain looked wonderful and Cain was still having trouble catching his breath seeing DG in that beautiful dress.

"Gods, DG, you look so beautiful."

"Well, gotta say, you look pretty amazing yourself, Cowboy."

"I can't believe we're here, that we are actually married. If this is a dream I never want to wake up."

"You aren't dreaming, Wyatt. We're here, together, married. I'm the Queen of the O.Z. and you Mr. Cain are my Consort," she said as she walked toward him.

"Do you have any idea what you do to me?" He stepped closer to her, taking a moment to kick off his shoes.

"Hmm, I think I might have an idea or two," she was getting closer to him. Teasing him was going to get her in to trouble. But with Cain it was the good kind of trouble.

"Darlin', you drive me all kinds of crazy," he rushed her and swept her up in his arms. Cain looked at the woman in his arms, her blue eyes shining and her arms around his neck. He carried her to the bed and placed her on it. He stood and began to unbutton his jacket. Her eyes went dark and she stood.

"Let me." She passed her hand over the buttons and they opened. She pushed the jacket off his shoulders to the floor. She pulled the cotton shirt out of the waist of his pants had pulled it off over his head letting it fall to the floor also. She ran her hands over his bare shoulders and back pausing slightly when she felt one of the scars he'd gotten over the years.

"Turn around, DG." He whispered. She turned and he quickly went to work on the fastenings of her dress. He leaned down to kiss and nibble at the curve of her neck. He pushed the dress off her shoulders and it pooled at her feet. Brushing over her shoulders and down her arms he quickly removed rest of her clothes.

--Beautiful--

He pulled the blankets back and lifted her into his arms and she kicked off her shoes. He placed her back on the bed and shed the rest of his clothes and joined her in the bed. He moved to turn the light off.

--No wait--

He stopped. She pushed him onto his back and looked into his eyes. Her hands ghosted over his shoulders, arms and chest. She explored every inch of bare flesh with her hands lips and tongue moving down his body memorizing every plane of muscle and every reaction. Further down she continued to explore, she hesitantly reached out to touch him. He was hard and big and for a moment she wondered how he would ever fit.

--Don't worry--

--Speak for yourself, you've done this before--

She moved her hand up and down his shaft which earned her some rather delicious sounds form Cain. As she brushed her thumb over hid tip he groaned and shuddered. Slightly braver, she leaned over and licked him from base to tip. She had to jump back as he nearly bucked off the bed. "Great Gale, DG! Keep that up this will be over before it starts."

"Can't have that now, can we?"

He laid her on her back and ran his hands over her body memorizing every curve. Trailing kisses everywhere he touched, shoulders, neck, chest, breasts, stomach and hips. He was exploring her much the same way she did him. He let a hand ghost down to her knees and coaxed them apart and settled himself between them. He peppered kisses along the inside of her thighs listening to the sounds tumbling out of her, small moans and gasping breaths, even a whimper or two.

--Time for payback, Sweetheart—

He drew his tongue along her most intimate of places. She bucked against him, something between a shriek and a moan coming from her mouth.

--WYATT!--

--Something wrong, Your Majesty--

--Not wrong, more please--

--As you wish--

He kissed his way back up her body and took her mouth with his as he pressed a finger into her. She bucked against his hand. He added a second. She had to be ready for him he didn't want to hurt her. She pressed herself harder onto his hand trying for more of the delicious friction she craved. No words were spilling from her mouth just the sweet sounds of ecstasy and her impending climax.

--Wyatt, please--

--Please what, Darlin'?--

--Please stop teasing--

--Tell me, DG, tell me what you want--

--I want you, Wyatt--

--You have me, DG, forever; tell me what you want now, what you need--

She placed a hand on his cheek and pulled him into a kiss.

--Make love to me, Wyatt--

He removed his hand and positioned himself looking into her eyes.

--This is going to hurt. I wish it wasn't but there's nothing I can do--

--It's okay, I'm ready. I love you--

He pressed himself into her, slowly at first letting her feel him. When she was distracted by the sensations she was feeling he quickly thrust home. He stilled when he heard her cry out. He peppered he face with kisses whispering words of love comfort and apology.

--Don't be sorry. I love you—

She shifted her hips and a wave of pleasure shot through them both.

Slowly he began to move. Pulling out a bit then thrusting back into her heat. Slowly she began to meet his thrusts. They fell into a rhythm as old as time itself. Their movements grew in intensity and speed and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He knew he wasn't going to last much longer. She was so beautiful and he loved her so much and it had been so long for him. When she started chanting his name in his mind it was his undoing. He thrust hard once, twice then he felt her muscles begin to tighten around him. Her climax triggered his own. "DG!" he shouted as he released into her.

"Oh, Wyatt." She whispered in his ear. He rolled them to the side and slipped from her body. She whimpered at the loss, but he just pulled her closer to him. She rolled out of his arms and before he could question her she passed a hand over him and he felt the tingle of her magick as it cleaned him. She did the same thing to herself and the bed then snuggled back into his arms.

"I never even imagined… Is it always like that?" she asked.

"Sweetheart, I can honestly say that I have never felt anything like that before. I think our Bond made the feelings and sensations more intense. And I think it will only get better. Go to sleep, DG, I love you."

"Love you, Wyatt." She said as she fell asleep. They made love twice more that night before finally succumbing to exhaustion and sleeping till late morning.

After dressing and eating some breakfast they left their room and met the porter and their guard. They went to the carriage and began the journey to their week long retreat at the Northern Palace. They didn't even leave their room. Their meals were brought to them. They just enjoyed their time together because all too soon their work would begin.