Chapter 386: The Wrong Bride

Third-Person POV

The heavy doors of the western suite closed behind them with a soft final click.

Melvin still held Rola in his arms as he carried her across the threshold. Candlelight flickered against the golden walls. White rose petals were scattered across the big silk-covered bed. The air was heavy with the same soft floral scent that had followed them all day. He set her down carefully. Her ivory wedding gown whispered against the polished floor.

Rola looked up at him. Her cheeks were already pink. Her violet eyes shone with excitement and nerves. To her the tall dark-haired man standing before her was Kaden, the Alpha King she had just married. Her heart raced so hard she was sure he could hear it.

Melvin’s hands rested lightly on her waist. He had only ever kissed Rebecca before. Long heated kisses that left them both breathless, but never more. They had agreed to wait until the wedding night. Now that night was here, and the woman in front of him looked almost shy.

"You’re trembling," he said quietly, brushing a strand of silver-blonde hair from her face.

Rola swallowed. Her fingers twisted slightly in the fabric of his shirt.

"I... I have something I need to tell you," Rola whispered. "I’ve never been with anyone before. I’m a virgin."

The ancient black crystal’s spell twisted her voice the moment the words left her lips. To Melvin’s ears the confession sounded different, a soft bashful murmur: "I’m just a little nervous... it’s our first time."

Melvin smiled softly and cupped her cheek. "It’s all right," he said. "We’ll go as slow as you need. Tell me if anything feels wrong."

Rola nodded. Relief showed on her face. "I trust you."

Melvin turned her gently so her back was to him. His fingers worked the long row of tiny pearl buttons down the back of her gown one by one. The silk loosened, then slipped from her shoulders. It slid down her arms and pooled at her feet in a soft white pile. Beneath it she wore only a thin lace slip that clung to every curve. He unfastened the delicate straps and let that fall too.

She stood completely bare in front of him. Candlelight painted her skin gold. High full breasts tipped with soft pink nipples, a narrow waist that flared into gentle hips, long legs, and a neat patch of silver-blonde curls between her thighs. Her cheeks burned, but she did not try to cover herself.

Melvin’s breath left him in a low rough exhale. He had imagined Rebecca’s body many times, but the sight of her like this, soft, flushed, waiting, made his cock throb hard against his trousers.

He cupped her face and kissed her deeply and slowly. His hands traced the line of her spine, the curve of her ass, the undersides of her breasts. Rola’s arms slid around his neck. She pressed closer. Her nipples brushed his still-clothed chest. When his thumbs stroked over those tight peaks she gasped into his mouth.

He lifted her easily and laid her in the center of the bed. Rose petals scattered beneath her back. Melvin stood and undressed without hurry, eyes never leaving her. His shirt fell away, showing broad shoulders and the dark shiny scales that traced the hard lines of his arms and the sides of his torso, marks of his dragon blood. His trousers and underclothes followed. His cock sprang free, thick and flushed dark. The heavy head already glistened with a bead of precum. Veins stood out along the shaft.

Rola’s eyes widened a little at the size of him, but she did not look away.

He climbed onto the bed and settled between her parted thighs. First he simply looked at her, spread open, already glistening at her entrance. Then he leaned down and kissed her again, deeper this time, while one hand slid between her legs. His fingers stroked through the soft curls, found her slick folds, and gently parted them. She was wet, but when he carefully pressed one finger against her entrance the tightness that met him made his breath catch.

She was extremely tight.

Tighter than he had expected. Almost impossibly so.

A flicker of surprise crossed his mind. Rebecca should not feel this tight. But the thought faded almost at once under the heat of her body and the soft nervous sound she made. He did not question it. He simply wanted her.

He worked that single finger in slowly and carefully, feeling the way her inner walls clenched and fluttered around it. Rola’s hips twitched. A soft startled moan escaped her. He added a second finger after a long minute, spreading them gently, stretching her, coating them in her growing wetness. His thumb found her clit and circled it in slow firm strokes until her thighs began to tremble and her breathing turned into short needy gasps.

When he finally pulled his fingers out they were shiny with her arousal. He shifted higher, guiding the thick head of his cock to her entrance. The blunt tip nudged against her, hot and ready.

"Look at me, baby," he said quietly.

Rola’s violet eyes met his.

Melvin pushed forward.

The head of his cock stretched her open. The pressure was intense. Rola’s mouth opened on a sharp shaky inhale. He kept going, slow and steady, feeling every inch of her virgin heat grip him like a fist. Halfway in, her body resisted harder. He felt the thin barrier give way with a soft internal tear. Rola’s nails dug into his shoulders and a small pained whimper left her throat.

He froze completely, buried only halfway.

She was impossibly tight. When she winced in real pain and gripped his shoulders, his breath caught in his throat.

For a moment a flicker of doubt crossed Melvin’s mind. He knew Rebecca wasn’t a virgin. She had been intimate before, so why was she experiencing so much pain and discomfort?

Then a thought occurred to him.

Perhaps it was because she hadn’t been intimate with anyone for over three years. Maybe that explained why she was having such a difficult time adjusting to him.

The explanation seemed reasonable enough to him, especially with the powerful spell clouding his judgment. He quickly pushed his doubts aside and looked down at her with concern.

"Are you all right?" he asked gently. "Am I hurting you?"

Rola nodded through her tears of discomfort, forcing a small reassuring smile. "I’m okay... just give me a moment to adjust to you."

He pushed away the last of his doubts and gently comforted her, pulling her into his arms.

"Easy," he whispered against her temple. "Breathe for me. I’ve got you."

She nodded, eyes squeezed shut for a moment, then forced them open again. Her walls fluttered around him, adjusting. The sharp sting slowly faded into a deep overwhelming fullness. After a long minute she shifted her hips a little.

"Okay," she breathed. "You can... move."

Melvin kissed her forehead, then her mouth, and began to push the rest of the way in. Inch by thick inch he sank into her until his hips were flush against hers and every last bit of his cock was buried inside her. The feeling was almost too much, hot, slick, impossibly tight. Her inner muscles clamped around him in rhythmic pulses as her body tried to get used to him.

He stayed still, letting her adjust, forehead pressed to hers, breathing hard.

When she finally relaxed a little, he drew back slowly until only the head remained inside, then slid forward again in one long careful stroke. Rola’s breath hitched. He did it again, and again, setting a deep measured rhythm. Each thrust stretched her open. The thick ridge of his cock dragged against her sensitive walls. The head pressed against something deep that made her gasp every time.

Wet sounds began to fill the quiet room, the soft slick slide of his cock moving in and out of her, the faint slap of skin when his hips met hers. Rose petals stuck to their damp skin. Candlelight flickered over the places where their bodies joined.

Melvin lost control. The way she clenched around him, the soft broken moans she made every time he bottomed out, the sight of her breasts moving with each thrust, it all pushed him closer to the edge. He slipped one hand between them and found her clit again, rubbing firm circles in time with his strokes.

Rola’s head tipped back against the pillows. Her legs wrapped tighter around his waist. The pain had fully melted into heat now, into a building pressure that coiled low in her belly. Every deep thrust sent sparks through her. Every stroke of his fingers on her clit made her walls flutter harder around him.

"Kaden—" she moaned, but the powerful spell twisted the name into Melvin’s before it reached his ears. "I—I’m—"

"Let go," he growled against her throat. "I’ve got you."

Her orgasm hit hard. Her back arched off the bed. A sharp high cry tore from her throat as her virgin walls clamped down in tight rhythmic pulses around his cock. The sudden fierce pressure dragged him over the edge with her. Melvin buried himself to the hilt with a deep guttural groan. His hips locked against hers as he came, thick hot pulses flooding her, spilling deep inside her still-spasming heat. His dragon blood stirred. A low almost subsonic rumble vibrated in his chest as pleasure crashed through him.

They stayed joined, breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat. Melvin carefully lowered more of his weight onto his forearms so he would not crush her, still buried deep. He kissed the corner of her mouth, her cheek, the damp skin of her temple.

Rola’s eyes fluttered open. A soft dazed smile curved her lips.

"Are you all right?" he asked, voice rough.

She nodded, fingers tracing the dark scales along his upper arm. "Yes... more than all right."

Melvin stayed inside her a little longer, feeling the occasional aftershock flutter through her, before he finally eased out. A thin trickle of mixed fluids followed, his seed and a faint smear of blood on the sheets beneath them. He did not comment on it. He simply gathered her against his chest, pulled the soft cover over them both, and pressed a lingering kiss to her hair.

For a few quiet minutes they simply breathed together. Then Melvin’s mouth curved into a slow wicked little smile against her temple.

He shifted so he could look down at her properly, one hand still resting on her bare hip.

"You know," he said, voice low and amused, "you were so tight I could barely move at first."

Rola’s cheeks immediately went pink. She hid her face against his chest with a soft embarrassed sound.

Melvin chuckled, the sound warm and teasing. "Look at me."

She peeked up at him, still flushed.

He brushed his thumb across her lower lip. "Should I tease you a little for it?" he asked, eyes glinting with playful mischief. "Or are you going to get shy on me now that I’ve already been inside you?"

Rola’s blush deepened, but a small reluctant smile tugged at her mouth. "...You can," she whispered.

Melvin’s grin widened. He leaned down until his lips were right beside her ear, voice dropping into a low rough murmur.

"My poor little bride," he teased softly. "So nervous... so tight... you almost couldn’t take me. I felt that little barrier break. You squeezed me so hard when you came I thought you were going to break my cock in half." He nipped her earlobe gently. "And now look at you, still dripping my cum, all soft and fucked-out on our wedding bed. Such a good girl... and such a messy one."

Rola made a small mortified sound and buried her face against his neck again, but her arms tightened around him. Melvin laughed quietly, the sound full of affection, and kissed the top of her head.

"There," he murmured, pulling her closer. "Now you’ve been properly teased. Feel better?"

She nodded against his skin, still smiling despite the heat in her cheeks.

Afterward, Melvin shifted their positions, gently turning Rola so her back rested against his chest. One strong arm slid under her neck. The other wrapped around her waist. Their legs tangled under the cover. His cock, already stirring again, rested warm against the curve of her ass.

Rola felt him and pushed back a little without thinking.

Melvin’s hand moved down her stomach, gentle and slow. His fingers slipped between her legs. She was still wet, his seed mixed with her own slick. He rubbed her clit in soft lazy circles.

"Still okay if I take you again?" he asked against her ear, voice low and tender.

She nodded. "Yes... please."

He lifted her top leg and hooked it over his thigh, opening her. The head of his cock pressed between her folds from behind. He pushed in slow and careful.

Even after the first time she was still tight. The thick head stretched her open again. Rola’s mouth opened on a soft breath. Melvin kept going, inch by inch, until he filled her completely. His hips pressed flush against her.

He stayed still, kissing her shoulder.

"You feel perfect," he whispered. "So warm... so soft around me."

She reached back and held his thigh. "You feel perfect too."

Melvin started to move. Slow deep strokes from behind. Each thrust was gentle but full. The thick ridge of his cock slid against her walls. Soft wet sounds filled the quiet room. His hand stayed between her legs, fingers working her clit in time with his hips.

Rola’s eyes fluttered shut. The angle hit something deep and sweet. Every push sent warmth curling through her belly. She pushed back to meet him, soft sounds leaving her lips.

Melvin kissed the side of her neck, right where he would mark her later.

"I love you," he said, voice rough with feeling. "My beautiful wife... my queen."

Rola turned her head just enough to look at him. Their eyes met in the candlelight.

"I love you," she answered.

He kissed her, slow and deep, while his hips kept moving. His fingers rubbed a little firmer on her clit. The pleasure built gentle and steady. Rola’s walls started to flutter around him.

"I’m close," she whispered.

"I’ve got you," he murmured. "Come for me, love. Let me feel you."

Her second orgasm rolled through her soft and deep. Her body tightened around his cock in long warm pulses. Melvin groaned against her neck and thrust a few more times, then buried himself fully. He spilled inside her again with a low drawn-out sound, holding her tight through it.

They stayed locked together, breathing hard. Melvin’s hand stroked her stomach in slow circles while he softened inside her. He pressed soft kisses along her shoulder.

"Still okay?" he asked.

She smiled, eyes half-closed. "More than okay."

After a few quiet minutes he carefully pulled out. A soft trickle of mixed fluids followed. He turned her to face him and cupped her cheek.

There was one more thing he needed to do.

As a Dragon King, he had to mark his bride to complete their mating bond. The mark would officially make her his queen and bind them together.

"Rebecca," he whispered, but the spell changed the name to Rola before it reached her ears. "I’m going to mark you now."

Rola’s heart began racing. She had been waiting for this moment.

She nodded and tilted her head, exposing her neck to him.

Melvin’s eyes briefly glowed gold as his dragon stirred within him. His fangs slowly extended, and he lowered his head toward Rola’s exposed neck.

But just as his fangs touched her skin, his dragon suddenly became restless.

Something is wrong.

The warning came so unexpectedly that Melvin froze.

For a brief moment, his dragon seemed unwilling to continue. A strange feeling of uneasiness spread through his chest, almost as though his dragon was trying to tell him that the woman in his arms was not the one he was supposed to mark.

Melvin frowned slightly.

Before he could understand what was happening, the ancient black crystal hidden beneath the garden released another wave of dark magic.

The spell immediately tightened its hold on his mind and his dragon, silencing the warning and replacing his doubts with a powerful feeling of love and certainty.

Within seconds, the strange feeling disappeared.

All Melvin could see was Rebecca, his beautiful bride, looking up at him with love in her eyes.

Without another moment of hesitation, he lowered his head and sank his fangs into her neck.

Rola gasped and gripped his shoulders as a sharp pain spread through her body.

A bright golden light appeared around the bite, spreading across her neck before slowly fading into her skin. When the light disappeared, the royal mating mark of the Dragon King remained.

Deep within Melvin, his dragon gave one last uneasy growl, but the dark magic quickly silenced it.

Melvin pulled back and gently kissed the fresh mark.

"You’re mine now," he whispered.

Rola smiled happily and wrapped her arms around him.

Neither of them had any idea that the mark on her neck was never meant to belong to her.

And somewhere deep beneath the estate, the ancient black crystal continued to glow, its dark magic hiding a terrible mistake that would soon change their lives forever.