The Delta's Daughter Chapter 270

TAWNY

5 Months Earlier

“Keep those elbows tucked in!” Mason yelled at the warriors. “You’re leaving yourself open to take a hit to the ribs Wyvern!”

“How are they doing?” I ask when Mason spots me and comes to stand by my side as we both observe the warriors in training.

During the past month, following the attack, we have implemented new training techniques, harsher courses, and tougher challenges. The warriors were beginning to shape up but were nowhere near ready for battle if the kingdom was to be attacked again.

“Not bad. They are making progress, unfortunately, their training is what Alpha Lamia has our young teens doing in MacTire. I fear that they will never be ready.” He sighs and dips his head towards the ground.

I clap a hand on his shoulder “Well let’s extend their training hours - split them up according to skill. What if we concentrated on a small group that we could personally train to head up the other groups?

“Or… “ I say thinking out loud “What if we took the five remaining soldiers Lam’s sent with you and have them lead and train individual groups? That way the warriors would be getting more one on one training and we could easily assess them.”

“I like that idea. Commander Hunji and Travis had started a three-team elite force – Alpha, Beta, and Gamma forces. We could use the same method with warriors here.”

I smile at Mason, “I think we should implement it. Let’s do it!” The excitement built up inside me at the thought of shaping up this army and its warriors.

“What about Crimson?” Mason asks.

“What about him?” I counter, the frustration with my situation already rearing its ugly head throughout me.

“Will we need to ask his permission, or at the very least inform him?”

“Fuck that cat.” The curse slipped out before I could stop it and Mason raised a brow at me.

“Anything I need to know, Princess?”

“You know I hate it when you call me that.” I huff. Knowing full well he only calls me that to get my blood boiling. “And no. If he wants to know something he can damn well ask.”

“Is he still avoiding you?”

I side-eye, my friend, rolling them at his questioning look. I never did tell Mason that Crimson was my mate. I didn’t feel the need to, and Kolby Crimson has avoided me at any cost in the past month. Using poor Gillian to relate anything important that needed to be worked on.

It was annoying as shit. So, after the umpteenth time of trying to talk with him regarding the palace, the kingdom, paperwork, or anything work-related and having him brush me off only to send messengers - I finally gave him the finger, metaphorically speaking, this weekend.

I was just waiting for him to try and step into the late King’s office, Which I changed the locks on - completely rearranged and had any of his things removed and put back into his old office. He was going to have a shit fit and I really wish I was there to see his perfect face screw up in anger.

Speaking of; I caught the glimmer of long blonde hair over Mason’s shoulder and peered past him to see Gillian approaching us.

I had hazarded a guess that Crimson had not told her I was his mate, otherwise, I was sure she still wouldn’t be so chummy with me. I would tell her, but I actually really like her, and I didn’t want to be the one to break her heart because anyone could see how in love, she was with him.

This Crimson situation needed to be figured out fast and soon. Because I wasn’t sure how many more nights I could take of the burning feeling in my heart. That’s right, even though neither Crimson nor I had marked each other, for some reason each time he was intimate with Gillian, I knew. My heart ached and I felt like I had the worst case of indigestion ever. Except that feeling of indigestion came straight from the center of my heart.

A bearable pain, but when you knew what it was from it just made your heart ache that little bit more. Something had to give and eventually I was going to snap. He would have to listen to me, and the fact of the matter was if he didn’t want me then… Fine! I could handle rejection, I hoped. But this really couldn’t carry on.

Gillian plopped herself on the grass by our feet “Uggghh. He’s really mad, you know.” I smirked knowing exactly what she was talking about. “He is up there screaming and kicking. Poor maids are frightened to death.” She carries on in a casual tone. “Please Tawny, I don’t know why you guys don’t like each other, but for the sake of the maids, I implore you - stop winding him up.”

“Ahh but Gilly bean, what fun is that? He’s so easy to torment.” I laugh though I know this is no fun for her. But for me and Mason – we will go to hell for all the shit we have been pulling just to get under Crimson’s skin. “Fine, if he is willing to actually have a face-to-face conversation with me, I will stop my antics. If he isn’t, well… I can’t promise anything.”

I watch Gillian’s eyes glaze over. A moment later she addresses me “He said he wants to speak with you.”.

“Great maybe now we can get something done,” I laugh.

“Tawny… Please don’t anger him anymore; I have to live with him, and he has been a brat to be around lately.” She rubs her temples as if she is truly stressed and feels bad for a moment. It’s not her fault.

*Maybe you should go easy on him, eh?* Mason sends me a mental message and I roll my eyes at him.

“Okay, I promise I will play nice and try to calm him down,” I pat Mason on the back, “I’ll see you in a bit don’t go easy on these guys.”

“As if I would!” He laughs. “Are you ready to start training Gilly bean?” I hear Mason ask Gillian as I walk away and make my way back to the palace, I hear Gillian grumble before they are out of earshot.

“Fucking bitch locked me out of my own office!” I hear Crimson growl, then the heavy banging against wood. Only to round the corner to see Kolby Crimson trying to break down the door to the late King’s office.

“Crimson.” He turns, his eyes, full of fire and fury.

I flinch from the glare he throws my way “You had the locks changed?” It wasn’t so much a question, more of an accusation.

“I did,” I say stepping around him and pulling the key card from my back pocket, swiping it over the keypad. The door clicks and I turn the handle for Crimson to shove past me into the room.

“Where’s my shit, Tawny!” He yells, swinging around to look at me.

I stroll in and take a seat behind the large, heavy wooden desk – propping my feet up like just don’t give a shit. Which, mostly I don’t.

“Crimson, shut up and sit down. Stop acting like a child.” I calmly tell him.

“Me?” He points to himself then runs a hand through his dark reddish hair, “I’m the one acting like a child? You have changed the locks to my office…”

“Correction, my office.” I interrupt, which doesn’t seem to bother him as carries on with his monologue.

“You change the warrior’s schedule and their patrol pattern… without consulting me! You gave Mason a rank as commander, again without notifying or asking me. You even have the market open to individual traders who have no papers and what the fuck is this about wolves coming into our kingdom next month?” He takes a large breath and halts the pacing he had started. His yellow eyes met mine “I don’t know who you think you are, but we have ways of doing things here. You can’t just…”

“That’s enough!” I shout truly pissed now, “If you gave me the time of day instead of avoiding me, maybe you would know all this shit. Maybe I would have included you. And yes! I can come in here and start throwing my weight around. In case you forgot I was named my grandfather’s successor and until I decide otherwise, I am in charge and you, dear Crimson are my Beta.”

“I don’t answer to you - Just because you think I’m your mate…”

“Is that what this is about?” His words hit me where it hurts the most and I feel tears brimming in my eyes threatening to spill. I blink them back and stand to face him. “Think you’re my mate? Think you’re my mate?” I repeat disgusted with the way he is speaking to me. “Just because you say you don’t have a spirit animal are you telling me you feel nothing of our mate bond – nothing at all?”

I pause to gauge his reaction and he just stares at me blankly. I round the desk coming to a stop in front of him “Because every time you fuck your fiancée,” I poke prod him in the chest with a pointed nail “I feel it Crimson! Right here,” I choke on the words and lay my other hand over my heart “right here. Every time you come inside her my feline cries and my heart burns. So if you think ignoring me is going to fix my problem, you are dead wrong. If you think ignoring me is going to fix this kingdom’s problems, then you are wrong again.”

I turn to walk away, I don’t want him to see that I’m almost crying, I don’t want him to see the pain in my eyes – what he does to me. I have already divulged too much.

A warm sensation starts from my arm, where I feel his grasp. The tingles spread up my arm and over my body. I shiver and gasp when he swings me around, the force bringing me to slam against his chest.

“It hurts you when I am with Gillian?” His voice is rough and low, his breath heavy as it fans my face. His scent which was absent moments ago suddenly fills my senses.

“Yes,” I whine trying to pull my arm from him.

Crimson lets out a shuddering breath “I didn’t know,” His other hand comes up to cup my face “I didn’t know Tawny… I thought”

“Well now you do, So could you please stop being an ass. I can deal with rejection…” My breath hitches when I lift my head to meet his eyes. Eyes that are glowing red like his name and piercing into mine. His face looks solemn and sorry. He’s looking at me like a fragile flower and I feel vulnerable, but I can’t move away, can’t look away.

His mythical eyes draw me in, and I am lost for words. Words stuck in my throat that have dried up - like a desert. I gulp when his tongue traces his lips, I follow that action and feel my own tongue wet my own lips.

“Crimson...” My voice is shaky and foreign, the bond drawing me in, making me crave what I can’t have.

His eyes search mine, but only for a brief second as his head draws nearer until I can taste his breath.

When his lips brush against mine, my eyes flutter close. My knees almost buckled under the sweet, sweet sensation of having him kiss me.

I’m powerless when he steps into me and threads a hand through my hair, pulling it to angle my head better. Deepening the kiss, my mouth opens with a sigh as my cat, Juniper purrs at the closeness of our mate. Crimson takes advantage, his tongue sweeping into my mouth and brushing over mine. His mouth moves hungrier, and I didn’t even know he walked me backward until I feel the press of the desk against my lower back.

As if on autopilot my hands roam his body, fingers trailing the hard plains of his chest, broad shoulders, down his arms. Feeling the cut of muscles that shiver from my touch beneath his shirt.

His lips leave mine and trail across my jaw, my head tips back and I let out a soft moan when his teeth nip my neck. “Fuck, I want you, Tawny.”

I’m speechless, powerless to form a word, never mind a coherent thought. All I think about is I want him too.

He lifts me onto the desk and stands between my thighs, the bulge between his legs - brushes against my cotton-clad core. Heat pools and my arousal drenches my panties. I want him too.

A large hand kneads my breast, a whimper escapes from my mouth, I’m so lost in the moment, I almost come when his mouth claims mine once more.

It doesn’t even register when Crimson undoes the drawstring to my cargo pants. Or when his hand slips in and his fingers dip underneath the lace of my panties. Not until I feel a long thick digit brush over my clit and that same finger rub against my opening.

Oh, holy mother Bastet, I want this man.

I’m so wet, I feel my juices spread over my lower lips. My moan is swallowed by his mouth when that long thick finger plunges into my tight channel. I can hardly breathe as the tingles from the bond heighten and ignite the pleasure his touch gives me.

“Crimson,” I say his name in a breathy whisper and grip his forearms as his finger plunges into me again.

“I can smell your arousal kitten, feel how wet you are, how much you want me.” My head tips back further and my hips buck under his administration. He adds another finger, and my hands fall from his muscular arms onto the desk bracing myself. “Nectarine,” he coos - nipping at my neck once more.

“Let me taste you, kitten. I bet you taste as good as you smell”

“Ahh, yes!” his fingers hook inside me and rub over that soft sensitive spot making me cry out.

I’m delirious. So lost in the moment that the warm air that tickles my thighs is a shock when I look down and see my pants being pulled down, off my ankles, and shoes already discarded.

Crimson drops to his knees and before I can protest, his warm breath between my thighs has me panting. The swipe of his tongue has me shaking and my pussy pulsing even more.

I want more, I need more.

My underwear, shredded - his tongue connects with my opening where his fingers are slowly pumping. Slowly building me up.

He looks up at me, eyes red and feral. Determination set on his face. “Fucking perfect,” He groans letting out a growl. The vibration pulsed through me, making my body tremble. “You taste divine, little kitten” He mumbles before diving in and devouring me.

My hips lift to grind against his mouth as his tongue plunges in, lapping at me. His fingers pumping, teeth scrapping my clit.

“Crimson… don’t stop,” I pant. The pressure building up, my stomach fluttering, my toes curling. Fuck yes, I’m gonna come!

A phone rings from somewhere in the room. The obnoxious tone is one I recognize, but one I want to ignore. I’m riding the wave, I’m about to crest and I don’t want it to stop.

The phone begins to ring again. Lamia’s ringtone filled the room. Almost there “Goddess yes!” I cry out a little too loudly as I begin to peak, white spots dance behind my eyes as Crimson fucks me with his tongue and mouth, faster and faster until I’m on the edge of exploding.

“Crimson?” A knock comes at the door and Crimson shoots back away from me, leaving me a panting mess laying on the desk. My orgasm, now tortured, by his swift departure from hearing Gillian’s voice.

His hand swiped at his mouth, wiping the evidence of what he has just done to me, off. He picks up my pants and throws them at me. “This was a mistake. It should never have happened. I’m engaged. I have a contract.”

“You asshole!” I seethe, pulling my pants on quickly “You started it, you initiated it.” I’m pissed. Pissed I let myself get caught up in him. Pissed that he spoke to me that way. Pissed that he made me feel wanted and pissed that he I didn't come. “Maybe you should brush up on your ‘mate’ knowledge. Why don’t you ask your little fiancée about it.” I smooth down my hair and take a seat behind the desk once more.

Gillian’s voice comes from the other side of the door again, “Crimson, Tawny?”

Crimson opens his mouth to reply. No doubt to say something stupid or degrading, to counter my jab at him and Gillian “Come in!” I shout before he can get a word out.

I couldn’t care less if Gillian can scent what’s been happening in this room. This is his problem. Not mine.

Stepping in, Gillian’s nose twitches, and looks to Crimson, eyes narrowing for a brief moment, before correcting her emotions.

“Kolby, did you forget you have a meeting with my father? He is already here waiting in your office.”