Baba Yaga glanced at the preacher, giving him a thankful smile. Having a union officiated by a God with a capital G was very meaningful. Her attention shifted quickly back to her husband as he pulled her close.
The press of lips to lips seemed to pull the power closer, dancing tighter around the pair. Perhaps it was all in her head, as nothing moved, but she felt something more. Then the taste of his blood...she held him tighter.
Her tongue quickly caught on the extended fangs, breaking skin. Blood with blood. Once he tasted her blood, it felt as if the power settled on the two, wrapping them in a warm strength and support. The connection seemed stronger, as if they could know all about each other in that very moment. They knew so much, and come together so many times over and over. This was simply the first time it happened in public with all their clothes on.