The Delta's Daughter Chapter 232

MORGAN

“The bastard gave you his shirt to wear!” He ground out, all but exploding with a rumble from his chest. We weren’t touching but I felt the vibrations right down to my core that wept to be touched. By my wolfman.

“No, you don’t get to do that to me!” I somehow found my voice not wanting to be led on again, whether my body was pulsing for him or not I would not be subject to be made to feel used again.

I don’t think I could handle it if he worked me up with hope, only to give me the cold shoulder again and make me feel cheap. “You couldn’t even look at me today. You told me to stay away, and now you show concern because… because I smell like another man?”

He reared back a flash of hurt and shame briefly show itself in his eyes. Before they harden again and trained themselves back on me. Forgetting why I came here in the first place I go to walk away, but he grabs my elbow. “Let go of me.” I fume. I want nothing but for him to take me and kiss the ever-loving shit out of me, but I know he can’t. Won’t. “Your wolf is more important than me.”

I didn’t say it to be a shit, I said it because it’s true. I won’t let him lose his wolf over me. There’s no contest.

"This is wrong Morgan, but I can't help wanting you. You have enchanted us, my wolf included. I tried to keep my hands to myself..." his eyes held mine, dark and lustful, his words trailing off. His heated gaze searched my soul, looking deep into my eyes.

I have never wanted anything more in my life than to be with Kian. He holds power over me, " I want you to have me, wolfman." My previous thoughts were thrown right out the window with the look of pure animalistic hunger he was giving me.

He growled his approval, low and sexy. His voice gravelly he said: "There is no going back. Once I have ...claimed...you...” My eyes study his, as they slowly skim my face and trail down my body and back up, stopping at my lips. I was ready for however and whichever way he wanted to claim me.

"Do you not want me?" I boldly asked, almost daring him to take me as I watch his onyx orbs swirl with forbidden lust.

"I want you so badly little witch. You have no idea” his lips found mine in a heated and hungry kiss pulling me flush against him. His tongue delved into my mouth, tasting me. I sighed a moan into his mouth - the hand around the nape of my neck tightening, his other gripping my hip tightly. His physical reaction to me was apparent when he ground into me.

Ripping the shirt from my body he picks me up and lays me on his bed, hooded eyes taking in my near nakedness. The look he is giving me is hunger – a starved man and I’m his last meal. I groan at how hot his intensity makes me feel. It’s amazing how in sync we already are - for only knowing each other for a week.

He crawls up my body leaving a trail of kisses, when he gets to my breasts, he palms one and takes the other in his mouth. I arch into him needing more. Boldy my hands trail down his chest and I reach for the band of his shorts when his hand catches my wrist and pulls it away. I see him whip the drawstring from his shorts out and he bundles my hands together, tying them together with an intricate knot. He returns to my body and nips my hardened nipple then licks it. The pain and pleasure have me calling out his name.

Moving a hand down between my thighs his fingers brush over my covered folds. He peels the white cotton panties off me, down my thighs, and returns his fingers to my aching pussy, plunging a thick digit inside me. “Yesss…” I hiss at the welcoming contact and lift my hips for more.

He kisses down my body, over my stomach, reaching my mound. I feel the walls of my entrance stretch when he adds another thick finger and begins to fuck me with them harder. My hips are gyrating against his palm that rubs my clit and I feel a heat building inside me.

When his lips find my core and he begins to suck and use his tongue with his fingers, it takes me no time to build and find my release on his tongue with a wanton wail and a climax that has me shaking.

“You taste like heaven...” He growls against me sending pulses deep inside.

“Kian, please, I want you. All of you.” I beg between breaths as he runs his tongue up over my ribs and licks my breast once again. I have no idea what I’m asking for and I don’t care. I just need more. More of him.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” He rasps, voice heavy and gravelly.

“Yes, are you sure?” I ask him, watching him watch me, his body hovering over mine, my hands still tied and above my head. I pull them from above my head and loop them around his neck, pulling him down to me and kissing him again.

He pulls away out of my hold and shreds his shorts throwing them behind him and returning to me. He kisses me again, fast and furious as I feel the tip of his cock line up with my center. I don’t know what I expect when he enters me, but it’s not this.

I feel a sharp pain when he sinks into me, I flinch, and he notices. “Are you okay, baby?” He asks, keeping still inside me while I adjust to his length and girth. He starts to move, taking it slow – and holy shit! The feeling of him inside me, moving in and out at a pace that’s not slow and not rushed is the most amazing thing I think I will ever feel! It’s nothing I could describe and everything I ever wanted and didn’t know.

“Look at me Morgan, I want to watch you come on my dick,” I opened my eyes, watching as my wolfman made love to me.

With each grind of his hips, the pulsing pressure of pleasure built, feeling every inch of his thickness moving in and out of me. - Until it overflowed and crested, sending my body into wave after wave of ecstasy. "Kian!" I cried out his name. As I tumbled over myself, biting my lip until I could taste blood.

His movements became erratic, and hurried, I felt him become bigger inside me, and a contorted look of pleasure came over his face   - determination in his eyes. He growled out loudly, causing my walls to flutter once again - pulling out of me and spilling his orgasm in ropes over my abdomen.

The second he left my body I wanted to be connected to him again. I felt empty so quickly.

"Morgan," he muttered, his ragged breathing matching mine, his nose nestled into my neck, and his body still seated between my legs, "are you okay? Did I hurt you?'

I managed to catch my breath. Somehow. My books did a piss poor job of catching and explaining the essence and personal connections that came along with sex. My body had been overwhelmed with pleasure and wanted more. I needed Kian to give me more. Lifting my hips, I rubbed against his manhood.

"No," finding my voice, I replied still hazy from the last orgasm. "Can we do it again? But this time, untie my hands, I want to feel you under my fingers Kian.

He hardens between my legs, his thick long shaft rubbing against my still, wet folds. He groaned and nipped my jaw. “There’s no going back now, little witch. For either of us.” He says pushing his length back into me – my body arching in a bid to get as close to him as possible. I need him to smother me, the only place I feel safe is with my wolfman, in his arms.

He makes love to me again, each time slow and sensual bringing me to new heights - each climax more intense than the last. Until I am too sore and swollen, above and below.

My eyes start to droop, his words playing in my head ‘There’s no going back now, little witch. For either of us.’ Echoing like the song of a bird and scratching at my delinquent thoughts.

I hear him loud and clear. I won’t lose my gifts, but he could lose his wolf. Suddenly the guilt consumes me, and I let a tear fall from my eyes.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay.” He soothes kissing my tears away. “Everything will be fine, everything will work out the way it should,”

“I don’t want you to lose your wolf!” I tell him. How is he meant to go back to Eririat and face his brother if he has no wolf? I have screwed everything up. “Zayd knows who I am, and his dead father came to visit me. That’s what I came here to tell you, before… before we happened.” I come out with it as the thought comes to the forefront of my mind that I had forgotten to tell him. You can’t blame me for forgetting, I would say I was definitely distracted.

He cocks his head rolling off me, “Okay tell me everything, how does Zayd know who you are and what did his father say to you?” I expected him to be shocked, laugh or mock me, but he didn’t. Instead, he didn’t miss a beat and listened to everything I had to say, and encouraged me to recant the echo’s warning.

“Sleep, my little witch, tomorrow we will leave. Mint is not too far now.” Those were the last words I heard him say before the exhaustion of the night took me.

*****

HUNJI/KIAN

My wolf was infuriated when she barged into our room smelling of the Alpha. He didn’t like it – not one bit – growling in my head. That was all it took to knock me off the ledge and over the edge. The smell of him on her had my blood boiling and I knew right then when I told her to take it off that… she was mine. It was my scent she should be wearing not his.

Every brick I had built my walls with crumbled. Every piece of willpower I had held on to disintegrated. Any resolve I had left fell from my thoughts. My little witch was my only thought. Sinking into her and mating her, my only goal, and want. Consequences be damned. I couldn’t deny myself any longer, I wanted her and only her.

I look down at my little witch lying beside me, her white-blond hair a mess and her lips swollen from my kisses. I didn’t even try to stop myself, not even thinking of reasoning with my self-consciousness knowing what this could mean.

‘About time’ Ruda’s voice filled my head, a clear sound of pride in his voice. I could feel his chest puffed out.

‘Are you not worried what this could mean for you?’  I ask him, already knowing his answer.

‘No.’  He huffed ‘I will claim if she says yes.’

‘Ruda…’ I start but let my words drop off, he knows full well the consequences we could face already.

I didn’t just take Morgan once, but twice more. The image of her beneath me screaming out her orgasms each time, fill my head and my cock thickens again.

Thirteen plus years I stayed celibate, thirteen years of not giving in to temptation and then this little witch comes along and breaks down every barrier and resolve I had in a week. On one hand, I feel guilty as fuck for my wolf and for breaking my vow. On the other hand, I’m already anticipating the next time I get to sink into her. If the moon goddess intended for me to stay celibate, then she should have had my dick cut off. Because I can’t think of anything else than having Morgan again.

I tied her hands not because I didn’t want the feel of her touch on me, but because I was afraid that she would be repulsed if she felt my scars down there. I untied them before sinking into her tight pussy again, the scars on my back and chest didn’t bother her, but what if the others did. The room was dark, and her human eyes could not see everything. That gave me the confidence I needed to fulfill my desires and fill her.

It had been so long since I felt the touch of a woman, I was afraid I wouldn’t last long. It seems that thirteen years of pent-up sexual frustration did not hinder my performance at all. I didn’t come inside her, I couldn’t. I had already crossed forbidden barriers, getting Morgan pregnant would be…

I groan because the image of her swollen with my pups enters my head. No matter how much I want her to be mine. She isn’t. I had taken her virginity and broken my vow, the least I could do is not sabotage her body anymore. Once we get to Mint my fate will be sealed.

At least if I couldn’t protect her, her brother could. That thought helped ease my mind somewhat. That and I know Queen Lamia would never let anything happen to her.

I watch Morgan softly breathe, the rise and fall of her chest making me want to taste her again. I daren’t sleep so I just watch her.

I’m on edge, needing to feel my wolf. Both of us waiting for him to be ripped from me. It’s a daunting feeling knowing the moon goddess could take him at any moment. The price we would more than likely pay for breaking my oath to her. I don’t regret my actions at all. Not one bit.

And I don’t feel guilty either, because Ruda wanted this too. But if I lose my wolf, how will I protect my little witch? If I lose him, I become human – weak. I pull a fresh pair of pants on, it’s early in the morning, and the sun hasn’t even peaked up over the horizon yet, still, I make my way to the Alpha’s quarters in search of Zayd.

Finding the door to his room I pound on it with my fists. A groggy-looking Zayd opens the door, his eyes widen as he realizes it’s me “Hunji...”

I don’t let him utter another word before wrapping my hand around his throat and pushing him back into his room, slamming the door shut behind me with my foot. “Tell me it’s not true!” I bark at him. “Tell me you didn’t inform Farid that Morgan is here?” My wolf comes forward and I can feel his anger at the idea that this punk put our little witch in danger.

Zayd grasps at my hand coiled tightly around him, he may be a bear shifter and Alpha, but he is no match for me. I have taken down bigger and better and if he thinks he can overpower me he has another thing coming. He coughs and splutters and I loosen my grip slightly so he can talk.

“N-no! I would never betray you like that!” He coughs out, heaving for air.

“How do you know who she is?” I ask, ready to bring my claws out if he gives the slightest hint that he has endangered her.

“I met Orion and his son… she looks just like him.” I let him go and he slides down the wall I had him pinned against “I swear on the gods, Hunji, she looks just like him – I can smell her magic.”

I turn my back on him, heaving as I try to calm my wolf who is pacing back and forth in my head. “Then how do they know?” I grit out.

“I-I don’t know, but I will find out, that I promise. You saved my life Hunji, you saved Zeenat! I have never forgotten that and never will. You saved our Clan; we are in debt to you. No matter who we trade with or have alliances with – this Clan owes you so much and whoever told them, will be punished. Mark my words.”

I heard the truth in his words, body uncoiling at the realization that he had not betrayed us. “Do you want to know how I know?”

I hear Zayd shuffle behind me, my back still turned to him “I was wondering - if it wasn’t me, then who? And who would know to tell you?”

“Morgan, your father's spirit came to her tonight.” I heard an intake of breath.

“So, it’s true? She can communicate with the dead?”

I look over my shoulder at Zayd to see his eyes wide “How did you know this?”

“Farid came some months ago; he and his brother were discussing it. That’s how I found out that the King was ill, and Rostam had been imprisoned.” He sighs and walks over to his bed, taking a seat at the end with his head between his hands. “When my father died… We are a small Clan, you know this - Orion gave us security but with his death and then King Panja being MIA for a while now, Farid started a search for a witch, the supposed daughter of Orion. I thought he was crazy at first because there are no witches anymore, but when you showed up with her – I knew everything was true. Farid is not a good man, Hunji.”

“Tell me something I don’t know.” I hissed.

“I offered Morgan security. If I claimed her…” I let out a threatening growl “I can scent her all over you, I didn’t know she was yours, she told me…”

“She is not mine.” I shook my head casting my eyes to the floor “She is nobody’s, she can choose who to love.”

“You love her?” He asked me and I thought about it. Did I love her? I didn’t know. I was so far removed from the idea of love and what it meant between a man and a woman that I couldn’t answer that.

“Hunji, if what you say is true and Farid is coming for her then let me repay our debt. You are going to Mint, yes?”

I nod.

“It is four days by carriage from here, longer on foot, but only two days max if you take a vehicle. You can take my personal automotive.” Now I turn to look at him. The last time I came through here there was no transportation except your feet and paws. The years have truly been kind to this Clan, and they have progressed further than I expected.

“We would be most grateful, Alpha.”

“Then when the sun rises, you must leave.” He says standing and offering me his hand. I take it, shaking it firmly.

“One other question, do you happen to have a phone?”

He laughs, smirking. “Yep, we sure do. It’s in my office, the door is unlocked if you would like to use it?”

“Thank you, I need to call home.” I had spoken to Queen Lamia earlier, letting her know where we were and that we were okay and closer to Mint. My phone call would not be to my Queen but to her best friend the King of wolves, the man she should have been mated to in the first place.

A fact I was told many years ago. For whatever reason, the moon goddess gave their wolves different mates this time. I remember the story Ascena told me like it was yesterday. I also recall the name Nessie as I am thinking about the story and I’m sure Lamia’s mother said she had a great, great, aunt named Nessie. Information that was revealed when we were just finding out about Queen Lamia being a Dire Wolf over three years ago.