Bastian arrives.

"Is that so?" interrupts a deep voice. "I'm glad to hear it... darling."

John's eyes grow round and he whirls around, his heart in his throat.

But Bastian is already behind him, one hand reaching around Nathan and grabbing his chin, pulling him backwards against Bastian.

John lets out a feminine yelp as the larger man enfolds him in his arms, pulls him close and whispers in his ear, Bastian's breath hot, and close, and dangerous, and masculine.

"Now... I would like my beautiful bride to give me a welcome kiss."