Super thanks to my helping hands!

"Bella." My name is whispered in a breath of relief, and I open my arms for my prince to step into. "Finally."

I drink in his scent, every part of me taking him in, reconnecting us on a physical level, the bond snapping tightly around us. "Thank you, Edward," I murmur, flooding him with waves of calm, happy pale yellow. "Rose made it. She's here."

He pulls back from our hug, his tail brushing my bare shoulder. "I may have threatened to do bodily harm if Em didn't get her here before we started." A piano sounds from the open doorway, and Edward's pupils dance in his large round eyes. "It's time. Are you sure you're ready for this?"

Every part of me flushes pink. "There are other things I'd rather do, but it seems this is standing in the way, so yes. I'm ready."

He grips my nape and smashes his lips to mine. "Not for long, my love."

The ceremony really is just a short proclamation from the king. A red silk cord is bound around our wrists, my right to his left, and a passage is recited in their native tongue, which Edward translates for me in a low, gruff voice.

He will be the sun

and you will be the warmth.

You will be the ocean

and he will be the waves.

He will be the air

and you will be the breath.

Whatever you are, you and he

will always be joined.

"I declare my son, Prince Edward of Kingdom Cullen to be forever bound to the new Princess of Kingdom Cullen, Isabella Swan of Forks."

The room erupts into cheers, and Edward and I ignore it, savoring the moment silently between ourselves. Bright, happy yellow sings between our connection, invigorating and ecstatic, before shifting to orange and then pink.

Love surges to the forefront.

And a tear rolls down my cheek.

"Baby," he breathes, his tail brushing my arm. "Please don't cry."

"Happy tears, I promise."

He sways us from side to side, his strong lean fingers gripping my hips tightly. "I'm not sure how much longer I'll be able to hold back."

Pink deepens.

Red pulses.

"The need to claim my mate is strong." His voice is tight, strained. "Mine." Wetness gathers between my legs, and he lifts his nose into the air, the nostrils flexing. "You're in heat."

Cool gray confusion pulses in the bond. "I'm human."

He leans down, his lips at my ear. "And I can smell your wet pussy."

I fist his mane, digging my nails into the silken hair. "Then take me, my prince."

"Here?" He lifts his head, eyes scanning the room.

"No."

Edward grabs my hand and stalks from the room. I give Rose a quick smile and wave as I hurry to keep up with his long, determined strides. Every step makes me wetter, my juices leaking down my thigh. Breaths come in desperate gasps, and I'm slightly delirious with need.

He rounds a corner and presses my back into the wall, his nose skimming my cheek. "They're going to hear us," he warns as I grab for him.

"Don't care." I smash my lips into his.

A low growl rumbles in his throat as I shove my tongue into his mouth. His hands are frantic, tugging at the jewelry that holds blue silk in place. I hook my leg over his hip, grinding against his rock-solid cock. Our tongues are already fucking when he snarls and shreds the material so that he can reach where I need him most.

I sigh into his mouth when he shoves a finger inside me, pumping in and out before adding another. His lips leave mine, his rough tongue licking a trail along my jaw before delving into my ear. His husky groan sends shivers racing down my spine as my pussy clamps down on his fingers.

"I can almost taste your cum," Edward rasps, his fingers twisting and flexing. "I'm going to fuck you so hard, but I need you to let go for me first." He's practically lifting me with the masterful thrust of his fingers, and I can barely hold myself upright. "Please, Bella."

It's the hoarse plea that sends me into delirium.

My body convulses.

Stars explode.

Deep purple swells around us.

I'm pushed up the wall by two strong hands and brought back down onto his thick cock. He fills me completely, sending my orgasm into the ether and making me burn for another.

Thrust.

Pivot.

Swirl.

"Goddamn, baby," he growls, flexing his hips.

Lifting me up.

Slamming me down.

Filling me so fucking good that I might pass out from the sheer pleasure of taking all of him. But then he swells, and I cry out. Pain and pleasure swirl, a maelstrom of sensations ricocheting through me that lead to another orgasm, this one harder than any before it.

I can barely breathe.

Think.

Feel.

I simply exist.

And then his knot throbs; slow and dull develops into heavy and thundering. And I find myself only to lose it again. He pushes, pivots, and flexes, giving me every pulsing sensation that exists.

A growl builds in his chest.

And as I start to come again, his roar expands around us, his cock pulse, pulse, pulsing his pleasure.

And somewhere among all of this, our bond sings bright green, celebrating the two lives that will soon be growing inside me.

We've done it.

The Cullen line will continue.

The wedding passage is an edited version of "Untitled" by R.M. Drake.

Okay, this is the end of the oneshot, so Monday's chapter will be brand new. I'm going to post a teaser image to my Fyrebyrd Fics profile.

Yes, I used AI, and holeeee helllllz. I had to work on it, of course, and I'm NOT a manip maker at all so it isn't purrrrfect, but it's damn close.

Like, I love him!

See you Monday :)