The Delta's Daughter Chapter 224

MORGAN

Scared shitless, I hid behind the dying horse. The poor animal grunted in pain while Kian – Hunji, was in the midst of fighting. His swords clashed with theirs and the sound of piercing flesh had me cringing. A dismembered arm dropped by my feet, and I grossly kicked it away from me, gaging at the bloodshed.

I dared to steal a look at my wolfman, not being able to tear my eyes from him once I did. With precision and grace, I watched him dance around the soldiers and wolves, easily overpowering them. His long black hair swayed with his movements and every muscle rippled with each action. He looked feral and wild, with fangs poking out as he snarled with each kill. His onyx eyes gleamed with death and the white marks shone against their blackness as his wolf showed.

The murderous look across his face was terrifying, yet as he reaped carnage, this beastly side of him had my body responding in ways that were not appropriate at this minute. He was beautiful, strong, and sexy as all hell. The fact that he was fighting for me made him all the more desirable.

I heard his brother’s words. He had killed his mate in cold blood. I didn’t want to believe it but looking at the cold and dangerous man as he fought without hesitance or remorse - I believed it. I still couldn’t keep my mouth shut though. Hunji was my wolfman and no one got to make him feel less than he is, and I really didn’t like this brother of his anyway and hoped Hunji would chop his head off - Just while I wasn’t looking. I was barely keeping my stomach contents down as it was.

Not soon enough the fighting stopped, and the brother started to retreat, shouting out his last words as he ran. “You are not of this realm! Spawn of Gilgamesh! Farid will claim his witch, mark my words, Kian!”

Hunji’s wolf growled out at him, and I could see his body heaving with adrenalin, his mind still set to kill. “Kian” I called out to him and tried to touch his arm. Stupid move as he jumped and snarled at me, a look of death in his eyes had me backing up.

“I told you to not call me that!” He snapped at me.

I felt tears well up because I was only trying to help. He was covered in so much blood, that I couldn’t be sure if any was his or not. I didn’t know if he was injured or if it was all theirs. I wanted to help him if I could.

I spat out a string of explicit words at him, telling him to essentially go fuck himself. I calmed down a little then cast my eyes back to the dying horse laying only feet from me “The poor horse is still alive.”

The to my utter horror he walked over and slashed the horse’s neck instantly putting it out of its misery. That was it, that was enough butchery for me, I couldn’t contain my urge to throw up any longer and emptied my stomach all over the ground. I thought it was over until I saw the guts and dismembered ligaments around me and began the process of puking up all over again.

“How far do we have to walk?” I asked wiping the gross fluids from my mouth and chin.

“Two days.” He replied and I groaned. Two fricking days in this heat? I should just kill myself now. I should never have insisted on going to Mint. I should have just let him take me back to my brother and none of this would have happened.

‘Stay on your path, child’ The voice whispered in my ear. I hadn’t heard her voice since I left the Megaron, and I had missed it. I almost replied to her, then remembered I wasn’t alone and bit my tongue.

We had been walking for hours, my legs were tired, and my feet were sweaty as shit in my boots. My brow crested with sweat, I stunk something awful. The sun beat down on my pale skin and I could already see my arms and chest turning deep pink. The parting in my hair itched and I knew I was sunburnt.

“Kian – Sorry Hunji, could I please have some water?” He kept walking as if he didn’t hear me. And I know full well he did, with or without his wolf hearing I was loud and clear. “I said could I please have some water?” Saying it louder, my voice cracking with dryness.

He huffed, his shoulders lifting up and down, but thankfully he stopped walking and pulled a water bottle from one of the bags, handing it to me. The water was warm, but I didn’t care I was so thirsty. I took little sips knowing that if I gulped the whole thing down, one: We would run out of water too fast so we needed to ration, and Two: I would get a stomachache. I passed it back to him and he put it back in the bag.

“Morgan, take the bags and get on my back.” He said a few minutes later.

“What – Why?” although it would be nice for someone to carry me.

“Sandstorm, we need to outrun it.” He pointed to the horizon where the sky looked orange and thick. “Get on my back, now Morgan!” He commanded me holding the bags out for me to take.

I slipped them on my shoulders and then scrambled to get on his back. He couldn’t see the blush that formed on my face because he wasn’t facing me, and I was sure my face was beet red anyway. I truly hoped he couldn’t scent or feel my arousal as his hands came up and cupped my ass holding me securely to his back.

He ran, swiftly and quickly. So fast that his hair whipped back into my eyes and mouth. I buried my face in his shoulder as he ran with shifter speed. His muscles flexed and quivered against me. Goddess, he was hot as hell. The strength and stamina he displayed had me wondering if he was just as vigorous in bed.

“Argghhh!” I cried out against him when thousands of sharp shards pierced the skin on the left side of my body. It felt like the skin had been ripped off my arm, leg, and back. “It hurts!” I screamed against his shoulder, feeling his speed increase.

“Not much further” He grunted, not at all sounding breathless.

I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth as pain seared through me. My grip around his neck weakened from the excruciating sting of the sand as the wind harshly whipped it against us. Suddenly it stopped.

The air was still and the bite of the grains of sand ceased. I opened my eyes, bringing my head up to see we were in some type of rock formation. Kian, gently let me down, my front sliding down his back onto my aching and wobbly legs.

“Where are we?” I asked glancing around our surroundings.

“A small cluster of foothills, luckily this cave was here, otherwise we would have to hunker down on the other side and hope we were shielded from the storm.” He turned to face me, his fingers coming up to my arms and gently running them over my raw skin, sending a shiver of goosebumps over my body.

His eyes roamed down me, inspecting the injuries and a scowl formed on his face. He shook his head and stepped back. “Give me the bags”

I peeled them from my shoulders, literary because it felt like the straps had melted against the hot skin on my shoulders - dropping them down because I didn’t have the energy to lift them up to him. My arms were heavy and worn, just as my legs were. He took out the opened bottle of water and poured some over my arms. I hissed with pain when the liquid made contact with my skin.

“We can stay here for the night and hope the storm passes by morning,” Kian said after using the rest of the bottle on me to wash away the dirt and sand.

“Thank you,” I managed to whisper.

“I need to make a call,” He bent down rummaging in one of the bags, just to bring out a black brick of plastic.

“What is that?” I asked when he growled and looked pissed off once again.

“A satellite phone” He grumbled.

“Oh, well I’m no expert but it looks like it was crushed.” I pointed out.

“No shit.” He stood up tossing the phone against the cave wall, letting out a sound of frustration “I need to mind-link Queen Lamia,” His back was to me, hands on his hips and head tipped back and body tense. He was stressed. I could tell. And my next question didn’t make things better.

“Ooh, can you mind-link my brother too?” I knew it was a stupid question as soon as the words left my mouth. Tilting his head around to look at me over his shoulder with a puzzled and astonished look on his face, I felt about 2 feet tall and as embarrassed as shit. “Did I – did I say something wrong?” Knowing full well what I said must have been completely absurd to him by the way he was looking at me in bewilderment.

I knew shifters could mind-link, I just didn’t know how it – worked.

“No, I can’t mind-link him, he isn’t even in my pack or your broth – Mathias’ clan.” He spoke to me like I was stupid.

“Well, I don’t know how it works! Hello – Non-shifter here!” I raised my arms, feeling the strain, and dropped them to the sides quickly.

“You're a hybrid, didn’t Orion or Finn ever mind-link you?”

“Uhh, no, I’m a witch, as good as human,” I corrected him, getting annoyed.

“Your father was a bear shifter, your mother a witch…”

“Yeah, Finn is a hybrid, not me.” I pointed to myself “I am all witch, no shifter abilities whatsoever, hence I can’t mind-link, hence I don’t. know. How. It. Works.” Now I looked at him like he was the dumb one.

“Humph,” He made a sound, “Well you can only mentally connect with members of your pack unless you are Queen Lamia or King Mathias. And connecting over great distances is impossible for most wolves, except for Alphas and well, me, a Queen’s Knight.” He laid down the dirt ground and pulled a bag under his head “This will take up the rest of mine and my wolfs energy, I suggest you try to rest and get some sleep, as I will be out of it once connected.”

He closed his eyes and stilled his body. I stood there for a moment taking him in, ogling him actually. He looked peaceful when relaxed and even more handsome. An annoyingly handsome meat head.  I copied him, pulling the other bag up under my head and closing my eyes.

In my dreams I saw him, Kian facing a man. They shifted into wolves and began to fight, the larger of the two ripping the others throat out. Then my dream changed, and I saw an older woman with long black hair, and eyes as green as fir tree’s. She was holding what appeared to be a jagged stone in her hands, offering it to me. Before I could take it, the dream changed again. This time I was standing behind Kian – a huge stone epitaph in front of us, he wore a crown on his head and when he turned to me there was so much sorrow and loneliness in his eyes. “This is goodbye little witch.”

Then I felt myself being pulled away from him by an invisible force. “No!” I tried to call out but like so many visions I was mute and along for the ride. “You don’t belong to me, you never will.” He said sadly “I cannot come with you.”

In my dream I felt a sense of loss and tried to fight against it, and the force pulling me from my wolf man. “Kian…” I tried to call for him again. The scene whirled and I was facing the green-eyed woman again “What you see is only one version of the future, nothing is set in stone.”

I jolted up from the ground, forgetting where I was until my vision unblurred, and I remembered I was stuck in the middle of nowhere. In a cave with a temperamental but hot werewolf on our way to a place I had been told to go by a higher power.

My eyes automatically searched out for Kian, they found him still in the same position, eyes closed. I crept over to him, wondering if I should wake him and tell him about my dream. Leaning over him though, I hated to disturb his peaceful state. His pillowy soft lips, slightly parted and his relaxed facial features highlighted his strong jaw under the scruff. At some point he had removed his shirt, exposing the scars on his chest and the brand of a sword.

My body started to tingle and heat up, having nothing to do with my sunburn, and I felt a clenching ache between my thighs. He unconsciously licked his lips and my line of sight zeroed in on that small action. The urge to kiss him was strong. I had never kissed anyone before, but I wanted to kiss him. I wanted him to kiss me deeply. I gently scooted closer to him, so as not to wake him. My head bowing down to his. I scanned my eyes down his body and my fingers came up to touch him. His dark skin luring me to him like a magnet.

My fingers hovered over his chest the stark contrast of my pale coloring against his dark brown caused a ripple of heat to pool low between my legs. My breathing was heavy – my face inching closer to his until I felt my lips press against his.

“What the fuck are you doing!” He grabbed my hand pulling it from his chest and pushing me away “Get the fuck away from me!” He snarled. Turning his head.

I shot to my feet encompassed in embarrassment and hurt. Not knowing where to look, because I certainly didn’t want to look at his face, he sounded so disgusted with me. “I’m sorry,” I whispered.

“What were you thinking?” His words were heavy and accusatory.

“I- I wasn’t” I admitted, wishing a hole would open up and swallow me right now. I wanted to beat my palm against my forehead. That was so stupid of me. Instead, my fingers came up and touched my lips still feeling his soft and warm ones against mine.

“That’s the problem with you little witch! You don’t think – you don’t think about what your actions can cause!” His voice raised, again talking to me like a child.

My hands balled into fists, and I clenched my teeth together. I could feel my nostrils flaring as the anger rose inside me, bubbling to the surface until I could no longer hold it in and my mouth opened spewing out my feelings.

“Don’t call me little witch!” I snapped, dispelling any embarrassment or knock to my ego, Instead, I launched into a verbal assault. “I have been busted up, chased, spoken to like a child, growled at by you and your meat head wolf. Covered in horse shit. Shot at by silver arrows, fallen off a horse, jumped off a train. Blistered by the sun and oh yeah - my skin rubbed almost raw by a sandstorm! You yell at me for calling you by your given name,” My finger pointed at him while my other hand waved violently in the air “Then you have the audacity to call me ‘little witch’! Calling me that is degrading and annoying. I may have been locked up for my whole life, but that does not give you a reason to talk to me and treat me like a goddess frickin’ child. Apologize this instant Kian!”

“I will not apologize! Besides, I asked you several times to not call me Kian! You never once told me you didn’t like little witch!”

“Oh, because I didn’t correct you, you thought calling me that was, okay? Could you not see how derogatory it is?”

“It’s not – It was meant as a term…”

“You are impossible! I wish I had never laid eyes on you! I Or at least I wish I had come on this journey myself!”

“You wouldn’t have lasted two minutes without me!” He shouted back. We were in a full-blown argument and neither of us was letting up.

“Yeah well, fuck you.” I stomped my foot, really acting like a child now and not wanting to admit that he was right. I never would have lasted. “Go home Kian, don’t worry about me. I will figure my own shit out.” I stomped out of the cave not expecting the sandstorm to still be in full effect. Only to get hit with a blast of sharp sand grains and ducked back into the cave.

My head was still down from coming back in and I bumped into a wall of hard muscles and large strong hands grasping my waist. I looked up only to lock eyes with Kian. His usually black eyes, now a soft golden brown, before I could understand what was happening his mouth crashed against mine. I think I groaned, and my body melted against his. His lips moved slowly but hungrily over mine. After a second I began to respond and open my mouth when his tongue licked the seam of my lips. Heat and shivers ran amuck over my body when his hands tightened around my waist and pulled me snugly against his body, allowing me to feel every dip and hard contour of his physique, including his obviously large and hard erection. My arms came up encircling them around his neck and tangling my fingers in his hair, pushing his head down to mine and deepening the kiss, not wanting it to ever end.

My first kiss. And oh, what a kiss it was. All too soon the heat of his body was gone, and I was left standing there, eyes still closed, missing the feel of him already.