The Delta's Daughter Chapter 229

MORGAN

“I am the fourth son of King Parviz Tikaani, true heir to the throne of Eririat and as far as they knew, until recently – I was dead,” I said nothing, my silence urging him to carry on. I wanted to know who he really was - who Kian was and how he became Hunji. “I murdered my mate in cold blood, was exiled from the kingdom, and sentenced to death. My body was dumped in the desert for the wilds to feast on. Only… I didn’t die. A priestess from Mint found me. Nursed me back to health. My true name is Kian Tikaani – reborn as Hunji, a name I was given by the Moon Goddess and the priestess when my wolf was returned to me.”

I gasped at his disclosure of the truth. Not because he killed his mate but because he had been sentenced to death and whatever they had done to him, he lived through it. I cast my eyes over his body, he was wearing a shirt now, but it was as if I could see through his clothing and envision seeing the scars that adorned his body. my mouth watered to taste him, to run my tongue over each and every scar, to provide him comfort and soothe his internal scars. “Why did you kill your mate Kian?”

“She betrayed the mate bond. I found her being fucked by Farid, my brother. It was either she killed me from mating with another or I killed her and ended my suffering. My wolf snapped and we killed her while she lay tangled in another man’s arms.” His body tensed from recalling the memory. His jaw ticked and his eyes darkened. My heart broke for him – for his wolf. And my eyes drifted to his broad chest understanding how he got the claw marks that marred him.

I knew all about how betraying your mate could cause them such pain. No shifter should have to go through that. And to be sentenced to death for defending your life was… undeserved – unjustified.

“Kian,” I spoke softly placing the remains of my food on the floor next to me and scooting closer, the need to touch him and comfort him was immense.

“I don’t need, nor want your pity.” He ground out. Anger flashed over his features at the thought.

“No not pity, Kian.” I reached out and touched his bicep, he flinched but didn’t pull away. “I feel sadness for your situation. And guilt, that I have dragged you into my problems and now you have no choice but to face your past if King Panja’s men keep coming after me.” I moved even closer, the voice in my head telling me to comfort him.

“I am a broken man with a broken wolf, little witch.” His voice was hoarse, and I could see the shame in his eyes.

I shifted my position and slid onto his lap, straddling it and placing my hands on his shoulders. I had no idea what I was doing, my body driving me forward to take what I so desperately wanted in this moment. I bent my head to catch his eyes with mine “We are both broken Kian,” I brushed my lips against his softly, slowly. “Lets us heal each other.” I captured his lips in the same manner he had done to me only a few days ago.

I was hoping he wouldn’t push me away and I got my wish. His pillow-soft lips part, kissing mine once, twice as his tongue softly parts my lips, caressing my tongue - mouth moving against mine. His hands gripped my hips as he devoured me.

I groaned at the intimate and sensual way he kissed me, and my core heated up when I felt the thickness of his manhood lengthen and harden pressing into the juncture of my thighs. I rubbed my lady garden against his erection, the friction and the way he delved his tongue into my mouth had my core aching and pulsing with arousal. Panting, I broke the kiss, completely breathless, the air had been sucked from my lungs in the most delicious way imaginable.

“I swore an oath to the moon goddess, little witch, but you are making me want to break it,” Kian murmured against my skin as lips trailed down my neck, nipping and licking down to my collarbone. “What spell have you put me under, little enchantress?”

His hands glide up my back, thumbs grazing the sides of my ribs. His fingertips light and sensual drove me crazy. Moving a hand to cup my breast – caressing it over the thin material of my dress, at the same time his lips reached the swell of my breast. Butterflies danced in my belly and my core wept, grinding against him again.  “I want you to break it, Kian” I shuddered when his warm mouth closed over my covered nipple sucking it hard.

My hands slid from his shoulders, down his taught arms, over his broad chest, and down finding the hem of his shirt. Fingers gripping the material I yanked the shirt up, breaking his mouth’s contact with my breast, and pulled it up and off. Leaning forward once his upper body was bare to me, I press a kiss against his neck, feeling the bob of his throat when he gulps. Smoothing my hands across his bare skin I feel every defined muscle, every sculpted cut, and every keloid scar on his upper body.

Kian’s skin shudders beneath the tips of my fingers, I lean back to look at him. His eyes were hooded and dark, his chest heavily rising and falling. His onyx eyes meet mine locking onto them with a heated gaze. “We shouldn’t do this.” His voice was thick and heavy, hands back on my hips, his fingertips digging in.

“But we want to”

His head shakes, his long black hair falling over his face, “I swore an oath,” I see the bob of his throat again, as he swallows hard.

“That we are about to break.”

“Morgan, do you have any idea what is going through my head right now, the thoughts I am having about you?”

I bring my hand up, cupping his face “No, show me.” I say kissing him again.

He growls into my mouth, as his lips devour mine. The kiss is no longer soft, it turns hungry, hurried, and desperate. He rolls us over, so my back is against the ragged rug, grinding his manhood against my throbbing core, the friction of his cock against me sends waves of pleasurable sparks throughout my body - my hips lift into him not wanting him to stop.

Pinning my arms above my head, securing them with his hand, the other travels down to the front of my dress, ripping the material from my chest. The cool air against my exposed breasts causes my nipples to harden and I gasp at the sensation while he palms my breast. The sensation is short-lived, and a new one forms, making my back arch as his mouth sucks in the hardened bud.

He lets it pop from his moist lips, moving to the other to pay it the same attention. His hand trails down across my ribs, down my stomach, gathering the material of my dress, bunching it up he pulls it up over my waist. My eyes roll back and my head tilts when I feel his finger brush over my cotton-covered mound, and he grinds his cock against me harder.

“You smell fucking delicious.” He growls against my breast, goosebumps exploding across my skin.

“Don’t stop touching me, Kian.” I groan. I have no idea what I want. All I know is there is a pressure building up inside me, ready to explode, my core is pulsing with need and weeping for his touch. It aches and craves attention.

His hand slips beneath the band of my underwear and I buck when his fingers make contact, sliding them through my drenched folds. His mouth leaves my breast, and he returns to kiss me. Arms still pinned above my head, I struggle to break them free, I want to touch him too. But he keeps a solid hold of them, and I cry out when his finger enters me. They are thick and long, so different from mine, so much more filling.

“So wet, you want me, little witch, don’t you?” He pulls back to look at me, our gazes locked, his finger pulls out, only for him to push it back in. “What do you want Morgan? I need to hear you say it.” The authority in his voice has me quivering.

“I don’t know” I reply breathily. “I-I want you Kian,” I don’t know what I want, I’m a hot mess and completely at his mercy. I have only ever made myself come and now, I’m not even sure if I did that right because what he is doing to me is on a whole different level. My feelings are out of control, my body desperate for him to give me release. “I – want you to make me come.” I rush out.

His finger withdraws once again, I whimper only to gasp when he pushes two fingers inside me. Stretching the walls of my vagina, he pumps his digits in and out, crooking his fingers and finding a spot deep inside that causes a turbulence of flitting butterflies to explode in my stomach. I grind against his palm and lift my hips looking for deeper penetration. The tension in my body was building. His thumb begins to rub my sensitive clit and everything I felt began to heighten.

His fingers pumping hard, thumb stroking, and lips devouring my breast, I squirm as my toes curl and the buildup brings me to the edge, “Oh gods, don’t stop,” I cry out, light exploding behind my eyes as I reach my peak, jerking my hips with the movement of his fingers. The wave crests and I come crashing down with a loud moan. My orgasm exploded like never before, so intense that my lips are quivering.

Kian lets go of my hands, but I’m too lax to move them. I look down at him as he withdraws his fingers. Immediately, feeling empty, and wanting to clench my thighs together. He brings his fingers up to his lips, eyes trained on mine, and pops them in his mouth, sucking them clean. “You taste as good as you smell.” He smirks.

“That was so fucking hot,” I say feeling myself become aroused once again, already. The act of him tasting my come from his fingers had my mouth watering again, I bite my lip as the throbbing between my thighs intensified once again.

Kian growled, his nose twitching as he scented my re-arousal. I reached up to touch him, but he grabbed my wrists. “You are a needy little witch.” His breath fanned against my face, a primal look in his eyes and the white marks shone in the center of his black eyes, his wolf at the forefront.

He yanked me up to my feet along with him and spun me around, throwing me over the wooden table and pushing me down, hiking my dress back up over my waist with one hand - the other pressing into my back, his foot kicked my legs apart then the sound of material ripping filled air, drowning out my heavy breathing and exposing my pussy.

"Don't move," he said from behind me, his hands leaving me for a moment only to return with one on my hips. The other came back to my pussy that was weeping all over again and stroked his finger back through my folds - the feel of his hard silken cock, replaced his fingers and he stroked his length against my pussy, parting the lips.

Something between a moan and groan left his lips at the same time I let out a shaky breath. I felt him wide and long, and the friction of his cock against me pulled another moan from me.

His hands squeezed the cheeks of my ass as he rubbed himself against me, harder and faster with each thrust against me. Coating his cock with my essence. I jerked back against him clenching my thighs together, waiting for his cock to enter me – suddenly feeling nervous.

Is this how he was going to take me? “Kian,” I breathed out. I wanted to come again, but not sure if I was ready for him to penetrate me. Yet no protest came from my mouth, I was his to do as he pleased, and I was ok with that.

“Shh, I’m not going to fuck you.” He hummed while still thrusting and rubbing against my opening, giving me a sense of comfort, my body relaxing into his administration.

 The faster he ground against me the more pressure was applied to my swollen clit that he hit with the tip of his cock with each pass. “Squeeze your legs tighter.” He gritted out, holding my hip in a bruising grip.

“I’m going to come,” I moaned.

“Come all over my dick, baby. Soak it with your juices.” His other hand came around the front of me and his finger found that sensitive bud and rubbed it.

“Gaa!” I screamed out as my climax hit, the room filling with a beastly growl as a warm liquid hit my thighs and Kian slumped over me.

My arms splayed wide across the shitty table, the heat of Kian at my back. He didn’t take me, but he sure made me come. Twice. A smile graced my face at the thought of his fingers inside me and his hard manhood grinding against me. I was spent and satisfied, I closed my eyes relishing in the feel of having his body against me, knowing I would want more.

This was my first experience with a man, and I was eager to experience more with Kian.

A rush of cold air swept around me, followed by the slam of a door. I opened my eyes and lent up, looking around. Kian had left and walked out without a word. I stood up and immediately felt the trickle of his seed down my thigh, my own release seeping out between my legs. I picked up my torn underwear and wiped our messes off. Standing there suddenly feeling rejected and cheap after sharing that moment with him.

It didn’t happen like that in my books. In my books, the man always took care of his woman. Cuddling with them and cleaning them up. Ok, we didn’t have sex, but still, he pleasured me - pleasured himself by using me. Then he just up and left, without a word. Nada, nothing.

I didn’t know if I should be upset and cry or stomp my feet in anger. I wasn’t either of those. Not yet anyway. I wasn’t going to cry, and I wasn’t mad, I was… indifferent, shocked maybe? I don’t think his actions had quite sunk in - as I tried to wrap my head around what just happened or, rather, how it just ended.

Scratch that. I was fucking furious.

 I walked outside, into the cool night, standing with the door open I looked out and around. I wasn’t a shifter, so my night vision was for shit, but the night sky was bright, vast with luminous stars – Ancestors of past, watching over loved ones as they slept. Some, brighter than others, beautiful but I still couldn’t see anything.

I squinted my eyes looking for him or his wolf but saw nothing. “Kian!” I called out in the inky blackness, where the star’s bright shine didn’t touch. No response. “Hunji!” I tried, but still nothing. With a huff, I called out to his wolf “Ruda!” I yelled louder. I was met with silence.

I turned, going back into the shitty shack and closing the door behind me. Frustrated even more that I couldn’t tell him off. He really had no right to make me feel cheap. The asshole owed me an apology.

The fire was dying, and it was getting colder. I threw the remainder of the rabbits and the sticks Kian had roasted them on, into the fire and sat cross-legged on the manky rug, staring into the crackling flames. waiting for Kian to return.

By the time my heavy lids could no longer keep themselves open, my wolfman still hadn’t returned. What if he never returned? What if he left me here, in the middle of nowhere to find my own way, to fend for myself? He wouldn’t do that, would he?

As smart as I am, I am not delirious to think I could survive out here on my own. As much as I like to think I could – I needed him.

‘He will return,’ As if on cue, the sound of my mother’s voice fills my head, a comforting and easing sound.

“How do you know?” I asked her, closing my eyes and envisioning her face.

‘He is your wolfman, he will not leave you. Give him time. His pain is deep.’ My heart clenched with her words. Not just for Kian, but for her too. I missed her so much.

“I miss you so much, momma!” I sobbed out loud.

‘I will always be with you. In your heart, your soul, and your mind. Forever, I love Morgan Faye. Always.’

“I love you too, momma.” Her image faded from my mind along with her presence. It was always hard for spirits to stay in this plane of existence. Especially when there were so many other echoes around me that wanted to talk to me too. I always assumed the real reason Orion took me out of the cell and gave me a nice room, was to keep mothers presence around longer when he asked me to communicate with her.

I didn’t know what I had done wrong or if I had done something wrong to make Kian run out on me like that. I was sure it was him and not me. He wanted me, I could feel it in the way his fingers caressed my skin, the way his eyes bore into mine - full of want and lust as if he was looking right into my soul. The way he kissed me… Shit the way he rubbed against me. It had to mean something right? Or was I truly reading too much into it?

My eyes closed, but I never fully slept. The events this evening and worrying about if Kian had left me or not - plagued my unconscious thoughts keeping a deep sleep at bay.