The Delta's Daughter Chapter 102

LAMIA

I sat on a chair next to the hospital bed Travis was in, the machines beeped, monitoring his vitals. His heart beat was still so low, and we were waiting to see if the drugs would help draw out the poison from the silver arrows and the nightshade they had been coated in.

The doctor had come in and left a few short minutes ago. Travis’ wolf was trying to fight the infection and heal him, but the doctor told us to prepare for the worst. He also had a few gashes from the crawlers scattered in various places across his body. He was not in good shape at all.

I leant back in the chair and fished into my back pocket of my jeans I threw on; I hadn’t even showered yet, needing to be here with Travis. Fishing out my phone, I called the one person whose voice I needed to hear. The only other person who could calm my mind and tell me I was about to do the right thing.

“Lamia, is everything OK, beautiful? Kellen has been going mad, he could feel your distress.” Hearing his smooth yet gruff voice had me closing my eyes and drawing in a deep breath. I felt the tears brim behind my eyelids but I refused to let them lose.

“Hey Mike, I’m OK, but Travis isn’t.” I shakily replied, hearing the concern in his voice for me had my own wavering. “He’s going to die.” I bit my lip in an attempt to hold back the tears that began to sting.

“Shit.” He said and I could just imagine him running his hand through his aloof brown hair. I imagined his hazel eyes and found comfort in the thought.

See, Mike and I had kept a secret that not even Kellen knew about. One I had almost forgotten and one that we never spoke of again after that day.

Flashback to when they were 14

 Not too long after I had shifted for the first time, Mike and I had gone to the lake for the afternoon. He couldn’t shift but I carried him on my back and after hours of playing in the lake and just generally having fun, Mike and I decided to visit the old witches tree, which was really just a huge old tree in the middle of a circle of more trees.

Kellen, Mike and I had found this place when we were even younger, one of the many days we had run from our parents, and it fast became one of our favorite spots. It used to take us hours to get here on foot, but now Kellen and I had our wolves, it was a matter of under an hour.

We sat high in the tree, laughing and giggling as we both tried to burp our A,B,C’s. We were such goobers at that age with no a care in the world and no fear for our futures. We began trying do impressions of our parents when they were mad. Making us laugh even harder.

“Wait, wait, I have a good one” I said between my roars of laughter “What about when Uncle Alex is mad?”

“I’m the king and you do what I say!” Mike put on a hoarse and angry voice. I cracked up when his face scrunched and his chin went into his neck “I’m the big bad wolf, and I command you to wipe!”

We were in fits of laughter, almost falling from the tree, from our juvenile joking.

“I can do one better,” I smiled and channeled my wolf, letting out as loud of a growl as I could, trying to imitate the king's mad growl.

It came out a little louder than I thought possible and startled Mike, who fell from the tree and hit every branch on the way down. I heard him grunt and cry out in pain as he hit the ground.

I scrambled down the tree, forgoing most branches just to get to him. “Mikey, oh goddess Mikey I’m so sorry!” I sobbed as I saw his broken leg. I let out a scream as I saw a thick branch sticking out from his stomach and there was blood oozing from his head. His face was so pale and his lips were turning blue.

“Mikey!” I cried. I was about to try and mind link my father but my wolf butted in and blocked me from doing so.

I was newly shifted and hadn’t figured out how to control our minds yet, or overpower her.

‘Lamia, bite him, your blood can heal him.' My wolf told me.

For a minute I doubted her, I had never heard of such a thing, but Mike didn’t have his wolf yet, and by the time I got him to the castle, or someone came, he would be dead. I felt so guilty I had caused this.

I listened to my wolf, and leant down, taking one of his arms and biting his wrist, letting the venom of my fangs seep into him.

‘Now let your blood flow over the wounds’ Inanna told me.

And again, I listened. I pulled the thick branch from his stomach, Mike groaning in pain, hardly conscious, and I did just that, slicing my wrist by biting it with my fangs. Once my blood began to ooze, I let it drip into his wound.

I bit my wrist again and did the same thing to his head.

My wolf instructed me to be patient, and I was just sobbing until I started to see his wounds begin to close up. Relief washed through my me when his eyes fluttered open.

‘You cannot tell anyone about this, and you cannot ever do this again.’ My wolf made me promise.

End Flashback.

It’s not that I had really forgotten about it, and neither had Mike. We were pretty sure that’s why his wolf was so big for a Beta and why he could hold his own against Kellen.

We never talked about it, because my wolf had said not to, and I made Mike promise to never tell anyone, and he never has. That I know of. Maybe that’s why we are so close, maybe that’s why he loves me so much. But it was our secret and one I wasn’t ashamed of, but one I was happy nobody knew.

Could you imagine if Silas had known?

Which brought me to another thought. Does Orion know? I was sure Odeia would know.

“If you are asking me what I think you are asking, then, I don’t know Lamia. It would be your choice.” He told me, he was always the jokester, but I appreciated the rational side of him in times like this.

We talked for a few more minutes. I told him Oliver was there tonight and we couldn’t figure out for the life us, how they were moving from kingdom to kingdom so fast and not being able to get a track on them.

“Lamia, if you do this, Mathias will know. It won’t be a betrayal, but you will be giving Travis your blood. With you and I when we were young it didn’t matter. But you are mated, and it’s an intimate thing.”

“I know. Thank you Mike, I miss you.” I told him.

“I miss you too, beautiful. I love you.”

“I love you too.” I said before hanging up.

I looked back down on Travis, my eyes wandering down his body, taking in his wounds. I made up my mind and began removing the bandages one by one. The angry holes were still oozing and purpled around the edges.

I walked to the door and locked it.

I took his wrist in my mouth and called my wolf forward. She knew what we were about to do and didn’t say anything. Her lack of protest gave me the confidence I needed.

*I’m sorry Mathias* I linked him before my canines pierced his skin and I sunk them in deep.

After letting my blood drip onto his wounds, satisfied I had given him enough, I left the room and headed back to the castle. I was drained.

Only to be met by an angry Mathias. He had no right to be angry with me after what he did and said, but I knew he felt me bite another male.

“Lamia” he gritted, his hands clenched into tight fists.

He was wearing just a pair of loose shorts, he was sitting on the bed, a look of sorrow and dejection swam in his eyes when he lifted his head and looked at me. I pulled my palm down my face, not knowing what to say.

I now knew he had probably been poisoned by the rum, and I was right, he wasn’t himself, but the damage had already been done and I had no idea how to come back from this. And now, I probably made matters worse, by conducting an act that was considered intimate and wrongful against the mate bond.

So I said nothing and I strode to the bathroom door, my legs feeling like heavy weights. When I got there, I paused with a hand on the frame. I didn’t turn around but spoke softly.

“It was the only way to save him. I’m sorry Mathias.” I discarded my clothes and stepped into the shower and let the hot steam wash the blood and grime away, easing my aching muscles.

When I got out, I wrapped a towel around me and used another to semi-dry my hair, and found Mathias still sitting in the same spot as I had left him in. At the end of the bed, his shoulders still slumped over and his head in his hands. Mathias lifted his head to look at me, his eyes met mine and I was surprised to see them glazed over and red-rimmed. He had been crying.

My heart pinched at the thought that my actions had reduced him to tears. A sight I never thought I would see.

“How do we move past this Lamia?” He asked with broken words “I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me. I was so mad, and… and, once I got a few hours past the border, I just sat there. It was like a cloud lifted from my mind and it wasn’t until I felt Arcas, that everything came crashing back, what I did… what I said.” His shoulders slumped again and this huge hulking, herculean of a man began to break down.

His shoulders shook as he cried.And my heart ached for him even more.

I moved over to him and pushed his shoulders back, and climbed to straddle his lap. My hands cupped his face, so he had nowhere else to look but into my eyes. My gaze held his and flitted between the two silver orbs. I caressed his face, feeling his strong and squared jaw beneath his scruff.

My lips found his face and I kissed his tears, letting the salty drops of water linger on my lips as my kisses went lower to his jaw, moving further down to his neck and nibbled where my mark sat.

He groaned with want as I sucked and licked. I pushed him down so his back was against the mattress and resumed trailing my tongue down his body. Over his hard chest, pausing to graze my teeth on his nipple, before sucking it and then blowing on it, he let a low growl, but I ignored it, making my way further down his body, over the plains of his washboard stomach, tasting each dip and curve of his perfect abs, following his treasure trail to the band of his shorts.

My hand reached in to find his engorged cock, my nails teasing his shaft as I drew him out from his covering, pushing the rest of the fabric down his legs to give me the room I needed to work with.

I stroked his cock gently while I nipped and kissed my way down his perfectly sculpted body. Feeling the sparks and jolts of electricity with each caress of my tongue, making way for my own arousal to take over and I felt the heat begin to pulse between my legs, my pussy becoming swollen with excitement.

I licked the pre-come that leaked from the head of his cock, and looked at him from under my lashes when his moan became a seductive growl. My tongue darted out again, then taking the head in my mouth and sucking it hard until it popped from my mouth.

“Shit, little wolf, don’t stop.” Mathias’ voice strained with want.

I lifted my eyes again to meet his and gave him a smirk, then took his cock back into my mouth, as much as I could until it hit the back of my throat. I began to work his cock with my mouth, twisting my tongue around the hard shaft as I bobbed up and down. His hands fisted the sheets beneath him, holding on to what little restraint he had.

He groaned out as my hot mouth sunk down further and I used my hand to stroke what I couldn’t fit. His hips lifted meeting each stroke and his hand found its way to my hair. Curling the stands around his fist, he held my head in place when he began to thrust upwards, fucking my mouth.

“That’s it, little wolf, take it all. Such a good fucking mate” he rasped, his thrusting became faster and more forceful, shoving as much of himself into my mouth as possible. I opened my throat so I wouldn’t gag, and when his cock twitched I knew he was near. I cupped his balls and lightly squeezed and caressed them with my nails.

His breathing was labored; he was close, my cheeks hallowed out and his cock twitched deep in my throat. “Swallow it, fucking swallow it all” he panted out.

His hot seed spurts down my throat, as he still thrust upwards. I swallow it all, and when he pulls his cock from my mouth, I barely have enough time to swallow down the rest before he grabs me and flips us over, his large body looming over mine. He captures my lips with his in an intense kiss, his tongue invading my mouth as we battle for dominance.

He pulls back and looks at me, his sliver eyes shining and looking straight into my soul. I watch them change and begin to glow and know Arcas is close to the surface. “I love you Lamia, so fucking much.” He says with an intensity that has my core weeping to be filled. “Tell me you are still mine?”

“Yes, my king. I will always be yours” I said, and I mean it. I couldn’t think of anything more that I wanted, except for him, only him, always him.

His fingers laced mine and I felt the tip of his cock at my entrance. I wiggled, wanting him inside me, to fill me up and make me whole again. His mouth found mine and lightly kissed my lips and when he began to push inside of me, he held my gaze and mine never left his.

He began to move and I wantonly moaned. His grip became tighter on my hands and his cock nudged in and out, it was slow, caressing and gentle. It was as if he was imprinting on me again. Relishing every stroke he gave, his eyes told me everything I needed to know.

He began rocking into me harder, grinding his pelvis against mine and I could feel the dam building up, my moans became whimpers as his grind rubbed my clit and his cock glided against that soft spot.

“I love you Lamia, my queen, I’m so sorry I hurt you” his words stimulated me further. His eyes never broke from mine and he picked up the pace, his large hands still laced with mine.

I knew the feeling well, when your core heats up and tingles begin to make your heart and pussy flutter, and I know I’m close, I lift my hips to him, and the feeling is heightened.

“Oh my king!” I cried out, as I felt I was ready to burst, my eyes wanting to roll into the back of my head, but they don’t, they stay focused on him.

I feel his cock swell even more inside me and the sparks I feel from him begin to intensify. I’m ready to explode, and this time it is so much more, the buildup is almost agonizing. I cry out his name, when my walls clench around his cock, and his jaw tightens, the muscles in his neck flexing.

“I’m going to mark you, the way you marked me” his strained and husky voice titillated my whole being, my need pulsing through me. He lowered his head to the crook of my neck and I exposed it to him. His fangs grazed my skin then sunk in deep.

I screamed at the pressure of his bite, the sting of the pain hardly registering, trying to get a hold of my senses as stars dotted my vision. His fangs withdrew and he sucked the spot, lapping the blood I’m sure was there.

I let out a low growling moan when the damn breaks and I’m shoved off the cliff, falling into the abyss of ecstasy as his cock twitches and he slams into me letting himself go, roaring out his release and spurt after spurt coats me deep inside. Our marks are glowing like a beacon on our chests.

The air around us contracts and unfolds in a wave of energy as we plummet into our orgasms together.

I thought our mating was intense, but this was… different, it felt more binding, just so much more, and my body shuddered from the thought and experience.

With labored breathing, his lips found mine and began to caress them lightly, letting go of my hands. “I forgive you my King, I love you Mathias, for always.” I whispered between his sweet lips.

My hands found their way to his hair as I pulled his head closer to mine, deepening the kiss.