The Delta's Daughter Chapter 235

MORGAN

When the sun started to descend Kian had me stop the automotive and he took over driving. He drove through the night while I slept on and off and come morning, we could see the peaks of mountains far off into the distance.

The closer we drove toward them the more shut off Kian became. And the more I retreated into my thoughts. The past week flashing behind my open eyes. The extended silence during our drive gave me time to reflect, not just about Kian and where tomorrow would leave us, but also my visions. I hadn’t had one since the night we made love. And I didn’t want one unless it was going to show me something different. A shallow hole forms in my heart as I grasp the reality that, that isn’t going to happen no matter how much I wish for it. I already feel his loss.

The moon was big. Bright orange with a ring of red bleeding into it. A Blood Moon.

They say the blood Moon is a time to be receptive, to take the light and awareness of spirit into your emotional and physical body that it is a sign of the beginning of the end times. A time for letting go.

How fitting for our last night together.

The automotive comes to a stop. I steal a glance at Kian - He liked it when I said his name - the only one who could call him that. His gaze was set on the horizon, staring at the same bewitching blood moon.

When I had my vision of Kian wearing a crown, I knew, once we got here - to Mint, everything would change. This is where it ended. I wasn't worried about getting pregnant, there were no children in our future. There was no 'us' in our future - We didn't have a future. 

By the goddess of creation, he is beautiful. I think while my eyes stay locked on him. Maybe not in your traditional way, but still, Kian's body tells a story, his scars weren’t a disfigurement to me, they were him, his map of life, everywhere he had been and everything he had experienced. And to me, that was sexy as all get out.

And I loved them just as much as the way the lines around his eyes crinkle when he smiles at me, I want to reach out and finger the thick scruff covering his chiseled jaw, just to touch him. The way his forehead creases when he’s thinking and the way his long black hair fell around his face when he pumped into me. The feeling of his scars under my fingers and the tickle of his breath on my neck. The confidence he exudes in everything he does and the way he carries himself. It's only been two days since he utterly changed my life and rocked my world. I didn't want it to end. Not yet.

I had been living in my own romance novel, and we were turning the last pages of our story. If mine and Kian's story was coming to end - then I wanted a memory that would last a lifetime.

I reached out for Kian's hand, finding it and placing my hand in his. Our fingers twinning together. The memory of feeling his large and rough hands sliding down my body is enough to make me wet.

I'm still looking at him. I see his nose flare, catching the scent of my arousal. His eyes darken and he slowly turns his head to me. My breath catches and my body begins to heat and flutter under his intense stare. Like a predator chasing his prey, his eyes stalk my every move, locking on to my lips when I bite them and let out a squeak.

He opens his mouth to speak, but I quickly shush him with a finger over his skilled mouth. "We both know tomorrow will bring changes. Live for tonight - and give me all of you." I slip up and over his lap, straddling him, he grabs my hips in a bruising grip.

I whisper, "we're overdressed for the occasion." Then lean back pulling off the white satin shirt, bearing my breasts, which bounced in his face.

The hungry look in his eyes tells me all I need to know. I pull at the hem of his shirt, his lips brush against mine, and I turn my head. I won't kiss him until we are both completely naked. He trails kisses down my jaw and neck instead, until he finds my bare breasts and sucks an aroused nipple into his mouth. Driving me crazy.

"All of you Kian, I want to touch and taste all of you." He groans against my flesh, his hot breath sending a wave of goosebumps across my bare skin. My hands slide down finding the drawstring to his pants and pull the strings loose – My fingers brushing against his already bulging cock. “Take them off wolfman,” I breathe out while palming his hard a stone length between his thighs. Just the thought of feeling him inside me again drove me to an orgasmic height – my hips taking on a life of their own and grinding down on him.

I repeat “Take them off wolfman.”

Kian wastes no time lifting me off his lap and removing his pants, at the same time I slip the satin culottes down my hips along with the lacey underwear Zeenat had provided for me.

“Ah, ah, ah.” I push him back when he tries to crawl over my body, my hand stretches out finding his hard manhood. This is the first time I’m touching it with my hands, the feeling under my fingers is so contrast, solid yet silk. Smooth yet veiny and I feel the scars that twist around it - my hand unable to fully wrap around it.

My eyes lower to his lap and I watch as my hand slowly strokes him. Can a penis be beautiful? Because his is, - big and commanding and all but demanding I taste him. A bead of clear liquid sits at the opening of the head, and I lean in, tongue darting out - tasting his salty sweetness. “Your beautiful Kian – all of you.”

His cock twitches and I wrap my lips around him, sucking his length to the back of my throat. Kian’s hips buck and he hisses “Please... don’t stop,” He whimpers when I twist my tongue and begin to move my mouth up and down his long shaft.

I feel his hand at the back of my head, fisting my hair as I carry on taking him down the back of my throat. “I want you to swallow it.” He rasps and before I could comprehend his words a warm liquid spurts into my mouth and I swallow it, all of it. I raise up on my knees and slip over him once again, feeling his still hard length between my thighs jutted up against my weeping pussy.

Grasping my hips Kian lifts me up, positioning me over his cock, and guides me down until the head of his cock is pushing through my folds, he slowly enters me until he is seated fully inside, filling me to the brim. I let out a satisfied moan, my eyes roll and my head lulls back at the feeling of him inside me. Staying just like that, both of us relish the euphoric feeling.

Cupping my breasts with his large hands, he kneads and pinches them, then bends his head, his hot mouth latching on to the nipple nipping it with his teeth. I cry out at the sting but arch my back into him at the pleasure it brings. My hips begin to rock, and he lifts his head locking our eyes in a powerful and heated connection.

No words are said when I begin to move on top of him, none are needed. Everything we have to say is being spoken with our bodies and eyes. Our grunts and moans fill the enclosed space of the automotive, keeping our gazes locked. I feel an out-of-this-world connection to Kian, and my body begins to thrum and pulse, a feeling of tingles ignites throughout my body and wraps its heated vines around every nerve I have. 

My lip’s part and as I look into Kian’s eyes, it’s as if I can see into his very soul - feel every emotion that pulses through his body. His wolf glimmered at the surface, his orbs black, and the white marks I could now see so clearly were swords. But reflected in his eyes, I could see my own and they glowed a bright violet. I was stunned but so caught up in the moment I didn’t want to stop and think about what it meant.

His focus was fixed on me and his wolf's predatory eyes were unwavering, I didn’t know what was happening but couldn’t look away from my wolfman if I tried. I found myself lost in a feeling of euphoria, of love and belonging. My body continued to heat and tingle as I picked up my pace, slamming down on him - angling my hips back for better penetration.

His thrusts met mine and he slammed up into me, not any faster but more forceful. I braced my hands against his chest, the now familiar feel of a climax building up, like a volcano I was going to explode “Oh my goddess Kian,” I whimpered and cried as my body began to shake. This whole time his eyes stayed fixed on mine.

“Come for me little witch, let me feel you explode.” He ground out, His canine s poking over his bottom lip.

“Let me feel you Kian, I want to feel you!” I screamed as I lost control – my toes curled, my back arched, and my body shook with ecstasy. “Kian” I called out as I felt myself release, His essence enveloping and seeping into me as if our souls were claiming each other. 

His animalistic growl sounded right after and I felt his hot seed spill into me, coating my walls as he shuddered and shook and kept pumping through both of our orgasms. The feeling was so intense as if our very souls had been connected and twined together.

Our breaths were ragged, as I collapsed against his chest, taking a minute to gather myself. Kian’s arms wrapped around my waist holding me close and secure, his cock still nestled inside me, swollen and knotted.

When I finally lifted my head, when both of us had calmed down I looked into his eyes and gasped. They were no longer the dark black orbs I had grown accustomed to. I knew they were brown but now they were a golden honey brown, with flecks of gold swirling in them. I couldn’t peel my eyes away from them. They were like nothing I had ever seen. Was this their true color?

“Imprinted?” Kian mumbled, his new eyes searching mine as if he asked a question and I had the answer.

“Your eyes,” I said, ignoring his words. Stunned at the sudden change.

*****

HUNJI/KIAN

I couldn’t catch my breath. My body tingled and zinged all over. Right before I exploded my release deep inside Morgan, her violet eyes began to glow with cosmic flecks of silver shining and hypnotizing me. I felt her release surround my dick as I relentlessly stroked hard into her, her hips meeting me thrust for thrust. As we came together, I felt an explosion in my heart, as if it had been shattered by a gust of wind and pulled back together, the feeling enrapturing and life-altering as if our souls had been combined – I had never felt anything like it before, nothing I remembered or could recall. 

Morgan and I had connected on a deeper level. This I understood but was unable to fully comprehend what just happened.

Ruda’s voice filled my head with puzzling words. ‘She imprinted’ I was too wrapped up in Morgan to be coherent enough to grasp his meaning. But softly repeated the word that stuck out “Imprinted?” I questioned my wolf out loud.

We sat there wrapped up in each other, our naked bodies staying entwined, until the blood moons eclipse had fully passed, leaving us in darkness for what felt like an eternity but in reality, was only a few hours. Neither of us wanted to break the spell that had encapsulated us in our own bubble of hedonism.

We didn’t sleep, we didn’t speak, we just were. I think this might be the happiest moment in my life. I dreaded walking up that mountain once the sun rose. The sanctuary that was once my refuge now threatened to be my pitfall and hindrance.

Everything comes full circle - a popular saying, one I heard many times uttered by Asena. I ponder over what Asena will say to me when I see her. Will she still look at me with love in her eyes? Or will those emerald eyes look at me full of disgrace and disappointment? I push the thoughts of what I would face and the ramifications of my actions deep, deep, down.

What is done cannot be undone. I will deal with the Mood Goddesses' consequences as she sees fit. And although I try, I can not help but worry for Ruda.

‘I do not regret our actions, Kian.’ I hear Ruda and the honesty behind his thoughts. ‘What will be will be. We have paid our price and served our Goddess. If I am to be taken from you, then I go with pride and no regret.’

Tears burn in my eyes, and I hold them back not wanting Morgan to see them and my weakness. I couldn’t bare for her to look at me with pity. Not now, not ever. It was going to be hard enough leaving her. I just hoped she would understand when the time came.

Wolf or not I would return to Eririat and free Rostam. I would face Farid as I should have all those years ago. I will face my father and show him the man I became after he tossed me away and sentenced me to death. I will show them that they didn’t take everything from me. I will show them that I gained so much more in the years past.

And if means my death, then so be it. I will no longer hide. The true heir will return, with or without his wolf.

The sun peaked over the horizon, its golden glow casting a warmth of light over the land. Lifting the dark shadows of the mountain revealing their lush greenery and tree-topped slopes. The highest peak was dusted with a white coating of snow. Beside me Morgan lifted her head watching the beauty of the mountains come to life under the sun’s rays.

“It’s… beautiful” She gasped as the sun rose and the prismed light from its dazzling rays formed a glowing and magical rainbow.

“A rainbow is a sign of good luck,” I tell her, planting a kiss on the crown of her head and inhaling her herbal and floral scent. “It’s time to go up the mountain,” I say with regret. Because I don’t want this moment to end – for either of us.

“How long will it take us?” She slides off my lap grabs her clothes from the floor of the car and passes me my pants and shirt.

“About half a day’s walk. We can’t take the car up there, but we can drive a little closer. But from there it’s all on foot.”

I start the car once I have my clothes back on and drive a little way until the land becomes soft, and the grass grows thick and high, and I know the car has reached its limit of where it can go. I grab our pack and my swords. Linking hands with Morgan we begin our ascent up the mountains of Mint.

Toward the sanctuary.