The Delta's Daughter Chapter 13

KELLEN

Lamia and Kira had worked hard all day to make this as special as possible. Knowing Mike's parents would be throwing him a party as soon as we got back home to celebrate, I was sure it wouldn’t be as fun as this. Instead, it would be the higher ups and a few neighboring packs, much more formal than this. So, I was happy we could do this for him.

Lamia had been so busy all day organizing this, that we hadn’t had time to ourselves. I watched as Mike was sandwiched between two girls on the dance floor, lapping it up, he was bound to take one or maybe both back to our room tonight.

He was ever the player and I chuckled to myself at the thought. I, on the other hand, only had eyes for one girl and at the moment, she was living it up on the dance floor with Kira and another she-wolf, singing their hearts out to some Taylor swift song. If it was up to Lamia, she would rather have some rock or metal played right now, but, she wanted it to be fun for everyone.

A slow song came on and party goers either paired up or left the dance floor. I wasn’t much of a dancer, but I made way to Lamia and snaked my arms around her waist, pulling her close to me. Feeling the thin fabric of her dress beneath my palms, I pulled her closer to me and started swaying with the music. As her body leaned into mine, resting her head on my chest and circling her arms under mine, I kissed the top of her head.

“Did I tell you how beautiful you look?” I asked, my voice deeper than usual as I felt the heat and tiny sparks erupt throughout my body.

She sighed, burying her face into my shirt “You did, but you can say it as many times as you like, handsome.” This earned her a low growl of approval, my hands wandering from her waist to her hips and down to her ass, which I lightly grabbed, pressing my groin closer to her.

“Stay with me tonight.” She breathily said. I wasn’t sure if I should say yes or not. We were meant to be taking it slow, and with the new feelings of desire I had for her, I didn’t want to take advantage.

Before I could finish my inner debate and come to a conclusion, I had already replied “Yes, of course.” My wolf was howling with eagerness at the thought of having her close to me all night. Like all male wolves, especially Alphas, Conri was a hormonal bag of fur, but unlike other she-wolves we had fooled around with, he was especially excited every time we were around Lamia and it took a lot to simmer him down.

The party came to an end eventually and we had stuck within the time limit. Cake was cut, happy birthday sung, and many were merry from the alcohol we had been allowed to have. At some point, a very drunk Mike had sauntered off with a she-wolf or two back to our room, so I was more than happy that Lamia had asked me to stay with her.

Eventually, we had made it back to her room and no sooner had I shut the door I had her pinned against the wall, trapped by my hands.

“Finally, alone at last.” I breathed in, taking a big gulp of her scent, closing my eyes and lightly grazing her neck with my nose.

With one hand still braced against the wall, the other moved to brush a thumb across her cheek, down her neck, collar bone, brushing against her breast, moving further down over her hips and down her thigh till I felt the hem of the dress. Lifting the hem and bringing my hand back up against her bare thigh. My body shuddered and I took another deep breath, having to calm myself before I attacked her.

I felt her heavy breathing before our lips found each other, connecting with a passionate and needy kiss, our tongues sweeping across each other for dominance. I hooked my hands under her ass, lifting her up, pressing her more into the wall, her legs on auto pilot wrapping around my waist. My hardened cock was pressed against her and when she started to grind on me, I almost lost it there and then, my wolf ready to take over, official mate or not, he wanted her. He was ready to claim her.

Our heated make-out was only getting more intense as we ground and dry humped against each other. I pulled her away from the wall, finding my way to her bed. Her legs still clamped around me, I climbed onto the bed, laying her down gently. It took all my strength to pull away from her lips.

Those glowing emeralds were dark and lustful. Her dress was riding around her waist so I lifted her slightly while pulling it off, revealing a matching pair of black lace underwear and bra. A deep growl left my chest and my cock stiffened more than I thought it could, testing the boundaries of my zipper. She reached up and ripped my shirt apart, not bothering with the buttons, exposing my hard muscular chest, her hands ran down my abs and back up until they were gripping my hair, pulling me down to meet her lips once more.

I trailed my mouth from hers down her neck to her sweet marking spot, stopping to suck and lick where I would one day sink my teeth into her; she let out a moan, needy and breathy. I found myself nipping and sucking harder, knowing I would leave a hickey before moving down to her collar bone until I reached the valley between her perky full breasts. Leaning on one arm, I let the other pull down a strap, exposing her milky mound and hardened pink nipple, capturing it with my mouth. My tongue swept across and then captured it between my teeth, sucking hard while massaging it. Her back arched and her moan was deep and loud, pushing herself against my mouth. I moved my attention to her other breast and gave it the same treatment.

Her back arching more and head falling back and eyes closing “Kel...” she moaned. It was music to my ears. I could smell her arousal and feel her need as our bare skin glided together.

I couldn’t stop now, not even if she wanted me to, not even if she told me to. I was too far gone, lost in the ecstasy of her body, the vibration from her each time she shuddered and moaned under my touch. My hand moved down over the flat plain of her stomach, reaching the band of her black lace panties. I rubbed her over the thin fabric, feeling her warmth and already moist area between her thighs. Without hesitation and in one swoop I ripped them away. My palm rubbing against her and my thumb making circles on her sensitive clit. Her body jolted underneath me from the hard motion.

I captured her lips once again as I slipped one of my thick fingers inside her. She gasped and let out one of the most sensual sounds I have ever heard.

“Goddess, you’re so wet for me”, I moaned against her mouth.

Her hands grabbed my hair tighter as I slipped my finger in and out of her using my thumb, to press that swelling, sensitive bud of hers. She gasped, raising her hips as I added another finger, pulling them apart to scissor her, to stretch her. This was going to be her first time and I wanted her to easily adjust to my size, causing her as less pain as possible.

I couldn’t, didn’t, want to wait till she was 18. I needed, wanted to have her now. It felt so right. Seventeen years of her by my side, seventeen years of growing emotions, seventeen years and hopefully many more.

As my fingers moved in and out of her, my pace grew faster, her hips lifted meeting each thrust as my fingers fucked her. Her breathing became heavier and more erratic as I felt her build up. “Come for me baby, I want to feel you release around my fingers.”

“ah.. Kellen…” my name leaving her lips as she reached her climax sounded like heaven. Her walls tightened around my fingers as her body spasmed, I felt her juices coat my hand and run down her. I quickly dropped my jeans and boxers while she laid there still coming down from her orgasm and climbed back over her, my cock hard and glistening with pre-cum, ready for her.

I could hardly talk because I was breathing so hard, not just from watching this goddess beneath me climax but in anticipation of becoming one with her. I was nervous, excited, elated, and eager. “Are you ready baby?” 

*****

Lamia POV

“Are you ready baby?” His voice was low, his eyes a deeper shade of blue as he looked into mine searching for permission.

Breathy and gravely, my hands tangled in his hair. “yes…” my chest heaved “…I want you Kel, all of you” I was still coming down from my orgasm, his fingers working magic on me hitting that sweet spot I could never find on my own. I wanted him inside me, to be my first. I was happy it hadn’t happened between Mike and I because this just felt so right. The heat from his chiseled chest sent tingles across my body from the skin to skin contact.

He reached down between our bodies, grabbing his dick and positioning his long wide girth at my entrance, slicking it against my juices. He held my eyes as he pushed the tip in, slowly, inching his way deeper. My head rolled back, body arching and hips lifting to take in more of him, a small gasp, a yip escaping as I felt him push against my barrier.

“This may hurt; let me know if you want me to stop.” His voice vibrated and his lips crushed against mine as I felt him break past the thin barrier inside me, penetrating me in one swift motion.

A louder gasp left my throat and his body shuddered against me as he bit my bottom lip. He stilled, letting me adjust to his size and soon enough the pain subsided and was replaced by the pleasure of him filling me.

He looked into my eyes, his filled with concern, as he laid over me still. “You ok?” concern laced in his voice and portraying through his eyes. I nodded my head and moved my hips to take more of him in. Letting him know I was good and wanted him. He slowly pulled back and pushed back in, further and deeper, filling me up. He leant down and nuzzled his face to my neck, nipping before moving in and out of me slowly. I groaned, feeling the intense pleasure of him inside me.

“Goddess you’re fucking tight, Lams. I don’t know how long I can last.” He stilled, his body trembling before taking on a quicker pace. I had never felt euphoria like this before, a tingling sensation throughout my whole body. My hands clasped his back, pulling him closer, wanting more of him.

“Harder.” I whispered between each thrust. His hips, circling and speeding up, eliciting moan after moan from me, the harder he went, the deeper I felt him and the louder I became. He was hitting that spot, his dick buried deep inside me, and his groans enticing my own build up.

“Kel…” I couldn’t control my mouth, my nails dug deep into his shoulders.

“That’s right baby, I want to hear you cry my name out as I fuck you to orgasm.” He pulled my legs up over his arms and leaned back, driving deeper into my weeping core, ramming his dick inside me mercilessly, his finger circling my clit. I cried out as he hit so deep within me. “Come for me Lamia, look at me and come, I want to hear you cry my name.” He held my gaze, driving harder, over and over again. My core building up, my legs were shaking until I could hold no more. My release came fast and hard, my pussy clamping around his dick, milking him and coating him with my own cum.

My lips and body quivering, my hips meeting his furious thrusts, I cried out his name and dug my nails into his hips as I pulled him as hard and as close as I possibly could to me. A deep and primal growl released from him as I felt his hot seed spill into me, coating my walls. His body shuddering and collapsing on top of me once he had filled me to the brim. We laid there for a moment, him still seated inside me. Both of us breathe heavily and a gleam of sweat coats our bodies.

He pulled out of me, causing a shudder through my aching legs, making me twitch as I felt his essence leak onto my thigh; he leant over me, showering my face with kisses. “Wow!” was all I could fathom.

“Wow indeed” He heartily chuckled, rolling to the side and pulling me into his arms, pressing my back to his hard chest. Placing soft kisses on my shoulder and brushing my hair to the side and away from his face. “I can’t wait to go home so we can do this every night.” He mumbled against my shoulder before sleep encapsulated us both. I had never felt more at home than I do now.

*****

Kellen POV

I woke up, slowly opening my eyes, to the morning’s first rays streaming through the window in Lamia’s room. A warm glow cast bright streaks across her body as she lay, gently breathing, still in my arms. Pulling her closer to my body, I gently ran my fingers up and down her arm, eliciting subtle tingles over her skin, relishing the feel of her body.

Wishing we could stay like this for the whole day. Unfortunately, we needed to pack. The Royal guard was expected to be here this afternoon to escort us back home. We didn’t have much to pack, pretty much just clothes, but I was sure we would leave soon after their arrival. It was a few hours’ drive home, meaning, we wouldn’t arrive until late in the evening.

I un-wrapped Lamia from my arms, sliding my left arm from underneath the crook of her neck, causing her to stir. She blinked, her eyes open, her emerald greens finding my blue.

“Good morning handsome.” She groggily said, shifting and turning to me.

 A shit-eating grin quickly plastered my face, recalling the events of last night. It was never my intention to take her innocence so fast. I would have liked her to wait until we had both turned eighteen, but that’s not how it played out.

Did I feel guilty? No, not one bit and I couldn’t wait to do it again with her. As much as I wanted to take her again and feel her tight walls clamp around me, it wasn’t the time. We would have a lifetime to make love, as many times as we wanted.

I felt my body respond to just thinking of her writhing underneath me again, Her innocent eyes glazing over as she reached her height of climax and the sound of her panting as I drove into her.

I needed a cold shower, so with as much muster as I could gather I rolled out of her bed, feeling the immediate loss of her warm body.

“Good morning beautiful” I said, kissing her temple before swinging my legs over the side. “I don’t want to, but I’ve got to. I have to go pack and make sure Mike is up.” I pulled my jeans and boxers on and reached for my shirt before remembering she had torn the front and buttons off. I chuckled, holding it up in my hands and out towards Lamia.

“I think you owe me a new shirt, babe.” She giggled at me and wrapped the sheets around her, climbing out of bed.

She smirked and shrugged her bare shoulders “Sorry, but I can’t promise it won’t happen again.”

She took a step forward around the bed, with only the sheet covering her; she noticeably wobbled on her legs a little and rubbed between her legs.

Concern laced in my voice and on my face “Are you OK?” I asked.

“Just a little sore in between, but I’m not complaining.” A light pink blush crept onto her cheeks. I walked around to her side of the bed and enveloped her in my arms.

I took in a deep breath, inhaling her scent, now heavily mixed with mine. “I’m sorry, but not sorry.” I smirked and bent down, placing my lips lightly on hers. “Meet me in the dining hall in a bit so we can have breakfast together?” I asked while breaking my lips from her, she simply nodded.

I gave her a quick once over with my eyes before I left her. I was already counting down the minutes until we were with each other again.

Mike was just coming out of his room as I entered our suite, wearing just a pair of boxers. He shuffled towards the kitchenette, grabbing an O.J from the fridge. “Coffee, I need coffee.” He grumbled. Obviously, he had a heavy night. And he was SOL because we didn’t have a coffee maker, we usually grabbed all our meals and drinks from the dining hall, but a few rec rooms had coffee, soda and snack machines.

He stopped in his tracks, the bottle half way to his mouth, twitching his nose, sniffing. “Did you…?” His head slowly dipping and turning towards me, an accusing and mischievous glint in his eyes, So much for keeping it on the down low.

I didn’t even try to lie, or use that fact that we had often slept in the same bed when we were younger. He could smell it, I reeked of it. Not just her intoxicating and warm scent of sugar cane and vanilla that had you licking your lips for a taste.

No, I reeked of sex, of her! Shivers ran down my spine, and my skin prickled, as the image of those beautiful green orbs, glazed over, staring deep into mine as she climaxed, invaded my head, remembering the single tear that slipped from her eye when I finished inside her a moment later.

Her eyes were the brightest I had ever seen, the tear couldn’t have been a feeling of hurt, no, this was deeper, because our eyes were locked and I saw love, the love she had for me. “I did.”

“With…?”

“Yes.” I smirked, not being able to hide the shit-eating grin.

His eyes widened, becoming more alert than a few moments ago. “YOU FUCKED LAMIA!” He all but screamed, laughing into his fist and holding his stomach with his other.

I gave him a warning growl “Choose your next words wisely Mike.” I glared at him, letting him know without words that I would not have him speak about her like a slut. I walked over to our ugly-ass plaid couch and plopped down, throwing my ripped shirt onto the coffee table, leaning my head back and pressing both my forearms to my head, letting out a deep satisfying sigh.

“Seriously bro, I can smell her all over you, and not the scent of hey we hugged! You and Lam’s? Really? I mean not that it surprises me, but really I’m surprised. How do you feel? Is it weird? Is this going to affect your friendship?” He was full of questions, hazel eyes, gleaming with excitement. In fact, he was so giddy about it he was bouncing up and down on the edge of the chair. I was happy to see there wasn’t an ounce of jealousy or animosity in his posture.

“Not going there Mike! I won’t talk about her like that, you, of all people should know that!” My voice was laced with just a hint of agitation.

“I know, I know, I figured you had stayed there, nothing new with you guys sharing a bed, but I didn’t even think…. “

I cut him off and decided to give him just enough to shut him up for now. I had fucked a few girls but it had never felt like it did with her. I wondered, would it always feel that good?

“I don’t know what to say Mike, she, she, wow. I didn’t plan it, it just happened and I won’t hide anything from you.” It was all I could manage. The feeling of being with her was indescribable.

“I hope you used protection bro!” He paused, his eyes even wider, mouth hanging open wide, his eyes slowly met mine. He suddenly breaks into a huge cheesy grin and stands up straight, extending his hand towards me to, shake? “You’re a dead man, it was nice knowing you but Uncle Marcus is going to kill you, you can’t hide this.” he chuckled, dropped his hand and then chugged his O.J down.

“All good, Aunt Viv put her on birth control when she was sixteen, before we came here. They all worried because she has Alpha blood and a strong wolf. Teenage urges and all that shit.” I laughed out loud at the fact I knew this. Was it disturbing that I knew this? I said just as much to Mike.

He was right though, I might not make it to the throne. Shit, I probably wasn’t going to make it to Alpha. Uncle Marcus was going to kill me if my dad didn’t first! Not only had I taken Lamia’s virginity, but I had also done it before we were eighteen, before we could find our fated mates, before we even knew if we were mated or not. It didn’t matter if everyone thought we were fated mates or not.

Not when it came to Lamia and I, it had been drilled into us that no matter what we felt, if our feelings grew different for each other, that we should not act on them until we were eighteen. They were scared of the “if’s” like, if we mated and were not fated, the repercussions of when one of us would find our mate. They were scared of the very just thing happening that Lamia and I did last night. A look of horror crossed my face. I was a dead man walking if they found out. 

Just then, two girls emerged from his room looking a little worse for the wear. I raised an eyebrow at him, questioningly “You had fun then, huh?” I asked.

“Bye Mike!” the girls said in unison, their silly giggles fading as the door shut behind them.

“Shower. Coffee. Breakfast.” Was all he said as he languidly sauntered back to his room with an expression like he was some kind of king, his chest all puffed out. I just shook my head and laughed “man-whore.”