All Chapters of The Crimson Accord: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

If one more person told me, “Congratulations, your majesty,” I might throw up. I don’t think I would ever get comfortable with the title. I was just Margot. Sure my name had power in certain circles and we were considered a top house to form connections with out of all the Founding Ten, but I was rarely involved with the business. In between the congrats that were flung at me by every person here, I listened and laughed with the Blackwell siblings. It was obvious that they were close and they were welcoming in their jokes. Nathaniel had said something about a business issue, whatever that meant, and disappeared, leaving me with the brothers. Abigail must have been keeping an eye out, because she popped over fast, apologizing for her brothers.“I hope they aren’t giving you too much trouble, Margot. We’re supposed to be welcoming you, not encouraging you to run away from their bad jokes.” She nudges Benjamin and he straightens up.“Actually, I think all Nate said was to be nice.

We are silent as we move through the house. The ballroom's lively presence is long gone from my ears and mind as we climb stairs and walk down the long corridors. My feet ache in the heels I wore, their clanking against the marble floor counting down until I could take them off. I was a ball of nerves and every inch of my body was on fire. The Binding had come alive more than ever tonight. Our wedding solidified our bond and tonight it would be cemented in my surrender to Nathaniel. My heart hadn’t slowed down since we left the crowd. It raced at the thought of sharing a bed as husband and wife. My husband. It was odd to call him that, even though it wasn’t a surprise. I had several months to get used to the idea, but daydreaming about the possibility and living it the past week were two completely different ideas.He tugs on my hand and I realize that I have slowed down unintentionally, too consumed with the thoughts in my head to move my legs. Staring up at him, I give him a lo

I awakened to a warm body pressed against me from behind. It was moving slightly, shifting to get comfortable. The dark shades covering the window don’t tell me what time it is, but I suspect it’s early. Too early considering we went to bed well after three in the morning. Nathaniel wasn’t kidding about the vampire stamina. He had spent the night showing me how great it could be sharing a bed. I was convinced I had entered heaven by the time I drifted off to sleep. He was already hard behind me- his cock fitting perfectly against my ass cheeks. I immediately felt the low burn in my belly telling me to sit on it. The Binding didn’t care that I was tired, it wanted to be fed. I pressed against his hardness and was not surprised to feel him react. “Good. You’re awake,” is all he says before he rolls me to my back and hovers over me. We’re both naked and he stares at me up and down like he’s never seen me naked, even though he spent all night appreciating my body. I stretched my arms a

I had never been so aware of my hands, of how many eyes watched to see if they shook. All eyes were on us as we sat at the head of the table. The ballroom had been reconfigured during my sleep. It was the same room I left last night, but now instead of many small round tables, one long table ran through the center of the room. Nathaniel and I were seated at the head of the table surrounded by our family. The Eternal Court was seated on the opposite end. Even from this far away, I could make out with clear distinction their curious eyes. After the well wishes, if that is what I could even call them, last night, I was hesitant to do anything but smile and play my role. There was loud chatter everywhere I looked. People laughed as they ate, all blissfully unaware of the danger that lurked around Nathaniel and I. When he found me in his bed, we contemplated ignoring our duty and staying wrapped up in each other, but the King was concerned with our public image. I tried to argue that we

By the time we left the roof my head felt lighter, though I could not tell if it was from the bourbon or the stars or the relief of being somewhere no one else could touch us. The garden below was still roaring with music and voices, but when Nathaniel closed the door to our suite the sound dulled, like we had cut a thread.I leaned back against the wall and kicked off my shoes. My toes ached from smiling and standing and pretending all day. The gold dress had been beautiful this morning, but now it clung to me like dead weight. I wanted it off my body.Nathaniel had his tie undone, his jacket draped over a chair. He always moved so controlled, every line of him sharp, but I saw the heaviness in his shoulders. He looked as worn as I felt, though I doubted he would truly admit it.I peeled the gown from my skin and let it fall to the floor. He only looked at me once, eyes unreadable, then walked into the bathroom and turned on the water.“Shower,” he said.I followed. The tiles were co