It’s my wedding day!

With Suzie sucked into another dimension that could only be opened during an eclipse in that exact location—which meant Suzie was fucked for a super long time, if she even managed to survive the tentacle monster—they could all relax.

The world had been saved by dragons.

In time, because history tended to repeat itself, the humans would resent the dragons for helping. Those short lived, fragile creatures hated being beholden, but at the same time, they couldn’t exactly declare war on a superior species. They could, however, cough up some serious cash and concessions. Already there were plans to form a group that would address the needs of dragons and how they could cohabit with humanity—so that they could eventually rule them. Part of the long-term game involved infiltrating all levels of government thus ensuring their protection and dominance.

Deka really didn’t give a damn about the politics or repercussions of the battle that day.

She was getting married!

Samael had planned it all. Actually, what he’d done in man fashion was tell her mother.

“I’m marrying Deka right after the fight. If you want her in a dress with flowers and shit, then make it happen because I’m not waiting any longer.”

It was stupidly romantic, and a challenge no dragon mother could refuse. Mother was up to the task.

Deka walked down the beach—after everyone went for a cleansing dip—in a lovely white gown, her feet bare in the sand, her hair woven with colorful flowers, and her smile so bright she could have been Elspeth’s sister.

Samael had changed into a tux, but was also barefoot in the warm sand. His golden hair had a shade of something darker to it, and his eyes glowed, more red than green now. As for his forehead, maybe he wouldn’t notice the lumps in their wedding pictures.

But she didn’t mind. He was special. And mine.

Her cousins Adi and Aimee acted as bridesmaids, and, of course, Babette was the moping maid of honor—although that lip didn’t hang for long. Deka had seen a lovely pale blue water dragon giving her best friend the eye. If that could turn to tongue, Babette would soon be on the mend.

Walking past rank after rank, she noted with deep satisfaction that the crowd was immense. Dragons and allies alike filling the sandy aisles, most waiting for the boring ceremony part to be done so they could eat. The smells from the barbecue pits wafted, making more than one tummy growl.

Finally, she arrived, the heat and tingle of her muffin reaching out to wrap around her.

Before she could go to him, her mother kissed her lightly on the cheek murmuring, “May you always be happy, or I’ll rip out his guts.”

Deka sniffled. It was so beautiful. Looking up, she smiled at Samael. She couldn’t help the radiance. He looked so magnificent. I love him so much.

I love you, too.

At that point, once he said those words, aliens could have landed, and she wouldn’t have blinked.

As it was, it was a good thing Samael took her hand and held it as they turned to face Remiel together. His brother presided over the ceremony, wearing an ornate crown and embroidered stole, his white suit threaded in gold.

“We are gathered here today to join this dragon and this dragoness in a holy mating. And let me tell you, I never thought that would happen. My brother and I haven’t always had the easiest relationship—”

Someone muttered, “Understatement.”

“—yet, today I am filled with great joy and honor that we’ve managed to overcome our difficulties to vanquish a mighty foe.”

“Did he say ho?” someone whispered.

“Let today be the new dawn where magic once again takes its rightful place instead of being banished. Let us work together for a future where dragons and cryptozoids no longer have to hide in shadows, and where our future heirs”—he cast a loving glance over at his wife Sue-Ellen, who sat in the crowd holding her rounded belly—“don’t have to fear being hunted. Today, we don’t just join this man and woman, we didn’t just defeat the greatest evil of our time, today dawns a new era. The era of dragons.”

A roar of approval met his speech, and Deka clung tightly to Samael’s hand. Their wedding day would go down in history.

Best present ever.

“And now on to the ceremony. Do you, Samael D’Ore, take Deka Silvergrace as your mate? Do you promise to protect and hoard her until the end of your life?”

“I do.”

As for Deka, she couldn’t wait. “I do, too. Get to the good part.”

Remiel smiled. “Before the eyes of all, let it be known that these two claim each other and should any try to tear them asunder—”

“We’ll rip out their eyes and stomp on their guts.” More than a few voices shouted it, and Deka almost cried again.

“Then, by the power vested in me, as king of all dragons, I pronounce thee mated for life. You may place the marks.”

Samael drew her close and brushed her lips before sliding his mouth to her neck. An ecstatic gasp escaped her lips as he bit the skin, hard enough to break it and spill blood. She returned the favor, making his mark high enough to never be hidden by any collar.

Let the heifers see he belonged to her. Let everyone see she’d claimed him.

No longer did they have to hide the symbol of their mating from those who didn’t understand.

A new era would dawn, and it would be glorious.

So will the orgasm I give you later.