And now, from the other POV - Mating Ceremony according to Vishous!
Vishous was calm, collected and utterly serene. Hell he didn't even need to roll himself a coffin nail because he was that certain of his next move. Jane was his rock, his stability, the "o" in whole. That's right, she made his entire being fuse together and hold on to the important things in life. She was-
"Holy....fucking....shit...." he heard himself say from afar since the only thing he could seriously hear was his heartbeat pounding in his ears.
"Yeah, you said it" Vishous's head snapped to his right toward Manny all the while keeping his eyes on the prize.
"Watch it human....half-breed" he growled, the bonded male marking his territory even though he knew the threat was non-existent.
Jane was at the top of the staircase in her corporeal state wearing an emerald gown that flowed down her curves, embracing her each indent and making him feel jealous of a damn dress. Her hair was carefully framing her features and her eyes....he wanted to drop to his knees and worship the ground she was about to step upon.
Her eyes were fixed on him, her love piercing him straight to his heart. At that moment the assembly around them was a distant memory, his brothers, their shellans, the doggen...hell even George the seeing-fucking-dog was in a fog of cognitive presence. All he could see was his female, his mate, his Jane.
She literally glowed, flowing to him and then smiled at him and his hand raised to his heart of its own volition.
The love of his entire existence was before him. The reason he breathed, the reason he could rise every night...."My Jane...." In his silk slacks and chemise he held out his hand to his shellan and brought her to him to the side of his dagger hand, his right hand.
"He is soooooo whipped..." he vaguely heard Rhage say to his Mary and made a mental note to deal with his brother when his neurons could register anything other than Jane.
From the corner of his eye he saw the faint glow of his dear mommy-bitch but ignored her presence not wanting to ruin the moment and instead focused on what he Jane were about to do as they faced their king, Wrath son of Wrath.
"Hear ye all before me, we are gathered herein to witness the mating of Brother Vishous, son of Bloodletter and Jane Whitcomb..." The king continued his traditional speech and Vishous was only aware of Jane, her scent and his growing arousal at the near contact with her.
The Scribe Virgin approached in her black cloak, her glow ever so slight and she reached her arm out toward her son. Vishous felt his entire body stiffen and then Jane caressed his arm, soothing his growing anger.
"This is a good mating. Vishous, son of Bloodletter, you shall care for and protect your shellan with thine own life."
He bowed slightly, giving his respects to the Scribe Virgin, Mother of the race but no-fucking-way was he giving his respects to the female that birthed him.
Wrath nodded in their direction, giving the cue that he could finally kiss his shellan. About fucking time.
He turned toward his teary-eyed Jane and inhaled her scent, taking the nape of her neck into his palm and fusing their lips as if welding two parts of a sword making only one instrument perfectly aligned.
Fucking sap. Fuck...yeah!
Regretfully letting Jane's hand slide from his he turned to Wrath and dropped to his knees, before his king.
He let his chemise fall to the floor and heard the first note of the Brothers' chanting. Zhadist and his clear-water voice filled the parlour making the moment truly Hallmark.
"What is the name of your shellan?" the king asked.
"Jane" Vishous answered and her name was like honey pouring from his lips.
Wrath came around behind Vishous to mark the first letter of his shellan's name. J, in the Old Language.
"You fuck this up and,with all do respect, I will kick your fucking ass.....my lord."
Wrath let out a roaring laugh and responded in kind "Don't push your luck....my brother."
Rhage was next and Vishous gritted his teeth, not from the pain but from the smart-ass comment he knew would come.
"Best ball-and-chain....EVER" aaaaannnnnnd there it was!
All the brothers took their turn, retracing the letters and sealing the couple's fate.
Butch was last but certainly not least sealing the deal with the salt.
"Congrats, my brother" he said and dropped his arm to help Vishous up. The Brothers let free their traditional war cry but Vishous had only one destination in mind and that was toward his mate, his shellan, his life. He scooped her up in his arms and as he walked up the stairs he turned his head and addressed his Brothers.
"Go eat and enjoy the festivities. Rhage, I can hear your fucking stomach growling. We'll be back" and then looked at his Jane "or not".
"Aren't we being a little rude, V.?" she asked with a crooked smile clearly showing she didn't care. Little vixen.
"Fuck....that!" he growled "I need to see how fast I can take that dress off of you."
As he raced to the Pit and into their bedroom, his last coherent thought was....why didn't they do this earlier?
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