~ JESSE ~
Behind Casimir, Ghere relaxed, like he'd been holding his breath.
The Cleric's jaw flexed.
Several wolves who'd been watching, chuckled or grunted.
But then it hit me: It was done. I'd done it. I'd vowed myself to him until the day of my death.
Nerves trilled in my chest. Should I be glad, or would I soon want to hurry eternity along?
Only time would tell.
I was in a fog, barely hearing as the Cleric led Casimir in a vow of protection of my person and my throne, promising to use his power to uphold me as Alpha Female, and to give me the heir.
And then…
"…And will you give yourself to her as a vessel, your body for hers, serving her pleasure?"
Casimir's eyes narrowed and blazed. "I will."
The Cleric raised his voice slightly. "And do the Witnesses agree and let the vows bind? Do you accept her as his mate? Do you bow to her as your Queen?"
"We do," they growled in unison.
And something in my chest flared.
