Nine months later...
Chapter 19 New Beginnings
Simon moaned in pleasure. The feeling of Finn's body on his, his beautiful cock filling him, making love to him had stripped him down to his most vulnerable self, naked and bare. He had been so nervous, so afraid of this moment. That feeling had melted away as he and Finn lay skin to skin, touching, kissing, caressing, and loving.
He could feel Finn's hands on him, his mouth nipping and licking, his cock hard and throbbing in his ass and yet so gentle. There had been no pain, just a feeling of fullness and completeness as Finn claimed his body for his own. Simon's mind and body were totally open to his lover and his reward was to be surrounded with love so deep he was drowning in it.
With every deep thrust from Finn, Simon voiced his pleasure; begging for more, begging to be filled, to be fucked, to be loved. Finn's cries echoed his own as he fought to hold back his climax. He wanted Simon to climax first; that beautiful cock painting their chests. He could feel Simon tip over the edge into blinding pleasure and he followed with a climax that seemed to come from the soles of his feet. For a few moments, joined body and mind they did not know where one ended and the other began.
Exhausted and sated they slept, tangled together.
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Simon whistled appreciatively as Finn slid into his tuxedo jacket.
"You are beyond sexy in that," Simon told him. The tailored tuxedo seemed to accent every positive feature in his blonde lover and Simon could feel his body responding to the view.
Finn met Simon's eyes in the mirror and grinned at him as he tied his bowtie. "So are you babe. I definitely think that you should wear a tux more often."
Sliding in behind him, Simon nuzzled at Finn's neck, drinking in the smell of his mate and the woodsy smell of his aftershave. He could feel himself hardening against Finn's sculpted ass and couldn't resist sliding his hands around his smaller lover and tweaking his nipples through the thin dress shirt.
"You are insatiable," laughed Finn even as his body relaxed into his lover's caress.
"I can't help that you turn me on so much," said Simon. "I wish we had a few more minutes."
Laughing again Finn turned and straightened Simon's tie.
"Ian would strangle us if we were late. Speaking of that, we should go see if he is ready."
"Unless he has decided to run for the hills," grinned Simon.
"I think it is our duty to make sure that doesn't happen," laughed Finn, leading the way down the hall.
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Ian waited. Everything was perfect, from the garden, to the guests, to Finn and Simon standing to his left and slightly behind him.
Betsy (Isabelle's friend from Wisconsin) was followed by the dark haired healer Jezi, both dressed in dark green. Their white calla lilies were a beautiful contrast to the dresses they wore.
And then came Isabelle.
Ian didn't remember much after he caught sight of the beauty that walked toward him. Her gauzy, off the shoulder dress seemed to float around her as she approached him. His bride's raven black hair was upswept showing off her neck and shoulders. When he took her hand in his a shiver ran up his spine. This was how it was supposed to be: Isabelle beside him.
Their vows were simple: To have and hold, to cherish and protect, to be faithful and trustworthy, to love and honor until death parted them. With the soft and warm evening breeze and the scent of flowers surrounding them, Isabelle and Ian were pronounced husband and wife.
Then Ian did what he had wanted to do from the first. He pulled Isabelle into his arms and proceeded to kiss her senseless.
Isabelle and Ian turned to a thunderous roar of approval and showers of rose petals from friends and family. Isabelle was flushed from the kisses and teary eyed and Ian had brushed back his own tears as he said his vows. Now they were both grinning like idiots as they made their way back down the aisle.
The receiving line was a blur of faces, mostly of people that Isabelle didn't know. She had invited some college friends and professors for 'her side' invitations. The bulk of the guests were friends of Ian and his family as well as business contacts of John. He had hesitantly approached Isabelle about adding them to the guest list. Isabelle just laughed and told him the more the merrier. He was insisting on footing the bill after all.
They had decided on an evening wedding out of deference to guests like Simon that could not tolerate much sunlight. It turned out to be a perfect evening. The candles in hurricane shades on every table left glowed with a golden light. The weather was warm, slightly breezy and the tents scattered over the large yard fluttered slightly. Japanese Lanterns hung from the trees and tiny twinkle lights covered everything. Isabelle drank it in as she and Ian greeted each guest.
Isabelle was the most beautiful woman in the world Ian decided, while he twirled his bride on the dance floor. Her dress was light and gauzy with a full skirt that twirled nicely when he turned her. She needed kisses he decided mischievously, and proceeded to kiss her passionately right in the middle of the dance floor. Wolf whistles and cries of 'get a room' and laughter echoed around them as Isabelle broke the kiss, feeling a bit pleased and embarrassed at the same time.
"I am so going to get you," she whispered at him.
"I am so looking forward to that," said Ian, pressing light kisses along her jaw line before claiming her mouth again.
"Ian," laughed Isabelle, "I love you, but if you don't feed me soon I am going to start chewing on your fingers."
Ian laughed and led her through the other dancers and off the dance floor. They had decided against a formal dinner, opting instead for a refreshment tent with every kind of food imaginable for the guests. The food was complete with champagne and a chocolate fountain that could turn every treat imaginable into chocolate covered perfection.
Ian laughed as Isabelle loaded her plate and then went for some fruit slices covered with chocolate from the fountain. He claimed a glass of champagne from one of the waiters. Then they sat at one of the small tables scattered around and watched the dancers
"Mmmmmmm," she grinned at him and deliberately teased him by licking the strawberry seductively before delicately biting it, leaving glistening juice on her lips.
Ian groaned as her actions went straight to his groin.
"Get a room you two," came Finn's teasing voice as he plopped down across the table from them.
"We have a room," groaned Ian, "we just can't get there right now."
Isabelle giggled and licked the strawberry juice from her lips, prompting another groan from Ian.
"You are such a tease Isabelle," came Simon's voice as he settled into a chair next to Finn.
The changes in the big man were apparent even after the events of last October. Physically he had healed although he was very sensitive to sunlight. Simon was much thinner than he had ever been except perhaps as an adolescent. He was now long and lean rather than bulky. His face was more chiseled and he looked more the handsome academic than he the football player. Simon had also lost most of his dark tan and his hair was now a bit darker now that it wasn't sun bleached. It had taken quite a while for him to regain some of the easygoing banter with Ian and Isabelle was glad to see that he felt comfortable enough with her to tease her.
Tonight Simon positively glowed with happiness, watching Finn with shinning eyes. His emotional healing had taken leaps and bounds with Finn's loving support. John had asked them both to stay at the mansion while they healed from their ordeal. He had taken many positive steps to mend the rift that his prejudice had caused with his youngest son. "You two look incredible tonight," said Finn.
Isabelle grinned at him, her mouth full of strawberry.
"I think I am the happiest man in the world at the moment," replied Ian, watching his new wife eat another strawberry.
"Can I steal you for a dance Finn?" Simon asked, shifting his attention to his younger lover.
"Steal away, babe," Finn grinned at the newly wed pair and gave them a finger-waggle as Simon led the way over to the pavilion where the band had struck up a slow love song.
"They look good together," Isabelle remarked to Ian, watching the two men.
"Yeah, they do," agreed Ian.
Once Isabelle had finished eating, they rejoined the others on the dance floor. John was one of the first to steal her away from her husband and Isabelle was surprised that he was such a good dancer. .After several dances with Ian, Isabelle danced with Finn and Simon and a number of others before she sat on one of the benches, winded. Ian was dancing with Jezi her bridesmaid dress twirling around her and Isabelle smiled at Ian's antics.
"You look beautiful Isabelle."
Isabelle glanced up at the familiar voice. "Grandfather!" she exclaimed.
She honestly hadn't expected him to bother to show up. Isabelle had asked Carl Witherspoon to forward a report of what had happened to her to her grandfather: starting with her kidnapping by Cullen and ending with the fire at the cabin. In April she had asked him to forward news of her impending marriage. She had not heard back a word from her only relative. That had hurt more than she had expected.
Her relationship with her grandfather had never been close even when her parents were alive. Isabelle had been eight when her parents had been killed in a car crash. Two days after her parent's funeral she had heard her grandparents arguing. Thinking that she was asleep, neither of her grandparents had known that Isabelle had heard them. Her grandfather had not wanted to take her home with them.
Isabelle had known the reason even then. Her father had fallen in love with and married a human, not another Were. Isabelle had appeared to have not inherited the bloodline. Therefore she was useless to him. Her grandfather had been furious that Isabelle's mother could not have more children after Isabelle. The family name and Were-panther bloodline would end with Isabelle's father.
