The Delta's Daughter Chapter 300

TAWNY

I mark things off on the calendar, erase and add other events. The only way Crimson and I could possibly attend all these events was by splitting up as well as sending someone else in our place to cover for us.

At the end of this month, we had the monthly chamber meeting, which included all house of Lords, their elders, and council members. An event that took all day and sometimes ran well into the late evening. Only because people couldn’t get their heads out of their asses and agree on simple terms or policies.

After that, both Kolby Crimson and I had been invited separately, to the official crowning ceremony of Tala MacTire, Kellen’s mate he found while on the other continent. I had heard from Lamia she was with pup and Kellen was cutting it close to her due date. I guess they wanted to wait for things to settle down and for Tala to get to know the kingdom and its citizens a little better. I’m pretty sure Kellen rushed the ceremony when he found out she was carrying his pup.

I chuckle because it’s typical Kellen. The most organized person I know in the office and on a battlefield, but when it came to his personal life, he couldn’t find his way out of a paper bag. And I’m sure Mike was loving the extra workload.

A few weeks after that, Lamia and Mathias were getting ‘married’. It was also a way to officially announce their new statuses in the realm and every important person in the realm had been invited.

Somewhere in between those events, Cambiador was meant to hold their annual festival of a new cycle, not to mention Crimson and I were meant to be married and crowned by the end of January too.

I drop the pen and rub my eyes. Trying to decide what to prioritize, what should be prioritized because they were all pretty important events.

It was the first time in a long time werecat leaders had been asked to attend ceremonies in other kingdoms not of their race. Crimson and I had to be there.

I open up a mind-link to Gillian and ask her to come to my office. A few short minutes later she’s walking through the door.

I lift my nose, sniffing at her odd scent. I take her in noticing her cheeks are rosy and she seems a little… more wholesome looking. “No!” my mouth gapes open, eyes fly wide and in nanoseconds, I’m standing in front of her.

I bend and sniff near her stomach. “What in the name of the realm are you doing?” She shoves me away looking confused and weirded out.

I clamp a hand over my mouth. Maybe she doesn’t know, I think. Maybe she does and she doesn’t want anyone to know. I argue with myself. The wolf blood that courses through my veins gives me an advantage and my sense of smell is that little bit stronger than normal werecats. Which is why I pick up on the tiny bean growing inside her.

I quickly cross the room and shut the door, locking it. My initial reason for calling Gillian in here – forgotten.

“Gillian,” I start not sure if I should blurt it or ask her.

“Tawny, you are acting stranger than usual. It’s kind of scaring me.” She gives me side-eye, and I don’t blame her. She seems on edge as I walk a circle around her in a stalking fashion.

Looking her up and down, I finally resolve to just spitting it out. “You’re having a kitten,” I can’t contain the grin on my face, nor the slight flare of jealousy that she is pregnant. “When?”

The look Gillian gives me is a clear indication that she had not found out yet, or her feline had not noticed their change. It might be just a smidge too early to tell for werecats. I didn’t know.

I’m ashamed to say that despite me being a werecat, I wasn’t too up on how the pregnancy thing worked with our kind. Because I grew up around wolves, that’s what I learned. They didn’t cover werecat biology 101 in pack high schools. And my father certainly didn’t tell me anything. He would have died if he had to explain the birds and the bees to me.

It wasn’t until we moved to the New Moon Royal Pack did, they include other races in their lessons. I mean, I knew enough, but I felt like I knew more about a werewolf’s pregnancy than I did my own species.

Gillian’s face pales, her body tilts and I rush forward to catch her, lowering her into the closest chair. “I-I… what?” She stammers through shaky breathing. “I would know if I was.”

“Maybe I’m wrong, but your scent is slightly off, and you are positively glowing.” In truth, her natural scent was there, but hers and Tristan’s had mingled and underneath their scents, I could barely detect another. I was sure she was pregnant, but what did I really know?

I round my desk, pick up the phone and dial the number to the Royal healer. When they answer I simply request for them to come to my office immediately.

Not even ten minutes later there's a knock on the door. Opening it, I find the same healer who attended to my Grandfather.

“Thank you for coming so fast,” I say, ushering the healer in and pointing to Gillian who is still sitting in the same chair, staring into space. “I would like you to run some tests on her.”

“Can I ask what I’m looking for?” The healer asks bending down in front of Gillian.

“She thinks I’m pregnant.” Gillian supplies with a frown.

The healer nods his head and starts checking her pulse, and eyes, then he pulls out something to measure her blood pressure while asking a few standard questions. “I see you are marked. When was the last time you went into heat?”

This surprises Gillian, the expression on her face becomes a look of confusion. Her brows draw together and her lips purse. “I haven’t gone into heat.” She muses.

“Ok. When did you meet your mate and when were you marked?”

Eyes rolling as if trying to think, I decide to answer for her. “She met her mate about a month ago, they recently marked each other. Not too long after she was acquitted by the council.”

The healer umms and ahhs. “I’m going to take a small blood sample, to be sure, but if you haven’t gone into heat after meeting your mate… I’m going to assume you became pregnant almost immediately.”

“That’s not possible.” Gillian exclaims, “Kolby and I were together for years and I never fell pregnant.”

“Well,” The healer sighs. “It’s a lot easier to become pregnant with a fated mate than a chosen. Your body and your fated mates’ bodies, as well as your felines, will sync together. They will vibrate on the same wavelength, thus making it easier for fated mates to bare a kitten.” He explains to us.

He is fully aware of Gillian and Tristan being mates, I think the whole kingdom is after the trial took place.

“I will have these tests back to you this afternoon.” He stands after examining her and packs his bag back up. “If the princess is correct, and my assumption she is, I will want you to come see me so we can determine exactly how far along you are.”

The healer leaves. When I turn back to Gillian after closing the door behind him her eyes are soaked with tears.

“Gillian!” I crouch in front of her, taking her hands in mine. “Are you not happy?”

“I am.” She sobs. “I’m so happy, and I know Tristan will be too, but it’s so scary!”

“Scary? How so? It’s beautiful! Just think you could have a little you or Tristan growing inside of you at this very moment. And wow what a great mother you are going to make.” I offer her words of comfort and hopefully a little excitement too. She cries harder and I move to embrace her “It’s going to be fine, don’t worry.” I coo.

“I have no idea why I’m crying,” She sniffles.

“Hormones Gill, pregnancy hormones.”

“Great that’s all I need right now, is to be a basket case with everything going on around us.”

“And you will not need to worry about any of it. We will keep doing what we do like always.” I smile at her, “I am so excited for you and Tristan,” I admit.

There’s a hint of jealousy underneath my excitement, but there’s no need to dwell on that. Mine and Crimson's turn will come soon enough. Though, I do have to agree, having a child in these times would be stressful for anyone and I was glad I wasn’t carrying Crimson's offspring because in truth I’m sure that now would not be the greatest time. Nor would I have the mental capability to deal with it along with the rest of the stress.

“Are you going to tell Tristan?” It was a dumb question, of course, she will tell him. I meant when.

Gillian shakes her head, “I will wait for confirmation from the healer, then tell him.”

“Good idea,” I agree. “I won’t say a thing, not even to Crimson,” I promise her in so many words.

*****

I hadn’t seen Crimson all day and when I finally drag my weary ass to my room, I’m elated to find him already there, waiting for me.

“I missed you,” He says taking the words right out of my mouth and crossing the room to me before I even have the door closed.

“I missed you too.” We had both been working hard and time had gotten away from us. Now I was just thankful as his arms wound around my waist and he pulled me into him. My body sagged against his warmth and melted into the hard plains. Relishing the protective strength of his arms.

The tip of his nose brushed my neck, and I heard him inhale, breathing in my scent. Trailing up and grazing the shell of my ear his husky voice says, “I want you kitten,”

Heat coils between my thighs, those four words elicit my arousal soaking my panties. “Then take me Grimalkin,” I manage to reply, rolling my hips against him and feeling just how much he wants me.

His cock is hard and straining against his pants. My hands move, unbuttoning and unzipping, freeing his hard length.

We hadn’t had a chance to talk today, I wanted to talk to him, but the act seemed so overrated as his fingers slipped under my shirt and tugged it off.

I palm his rock-hard cock, as he begins to undo my pants, peeling them off with urgency.

“I want to taste you all over, to make you cum a dozen times until you beg me to stop. But first…” He hoists me up and lays me on the bed, proceeds to pull my panties off, and then crawls over me.

His fingers dip between my thighs, smearing my arousal. He pushes one finger into me “First, I want to fuck you. Then I want to worship you. Then I will make love to you.” The heat in his eyes only adds to my own lustful desires.

“That all sounds wonderful,” I say ending with a moan when he pushes a second finger into my pussy, gently moving them in and out at a torturously slow pace. “Fuck me, Kolby,” I whisper needing him just as badly as he needed me. Foreplay could wait. The need for him was too great and I ached to be filled by him.

His fingers leave me, leaving me feeling empty and unsatisfied. I don’t have to wait long as he slides up my body, licking and nipping until he reaches my breasts. Rolling and pinching the nipple of one, the other he captures in his mouth and sucks, “Kolby,” I cry out at the pleasure and pain when he bites me. I feel his strained cock brush my entrance then he’s sliding into me.

And I feel each slow inch – fully filling me.

“Your fucking perfect, Kitten,” he groans, “Made for me.” He shudders once fully seated inside me – my own body responding with a tingle quake of its own.

He sets a slow rhythm, our eyes locked. Watching each other, connecting. His thrusts become heavier; I begin to pant – my body igniting with fire when I glance down to see us joined – As one.

I never want this feeling to go away. I never want him to go away.

He looks at me with burning love in his eyes “Your mine Kitten.” He growls sending me over the edge and my claws dig in deeper.

Crimson rolls his hips, and my nails dig into his shoulders. He drops to his hands, caging me in,

“Kolby,” I moan his name when my orgasm washes over me. The intensity has my back arching and toes curling.

Crimson follows me, his warmth coating the walls of my core. And just for a moment, my eyes leave Crimson’s to see a drop of blood roll from his shoulder, from where my claws dug in, fall perfectly onto the stone of the ring.

He stops, still mid-thrust as he comes, glancing down at the ring.

“Your blood-“ I say, utterly entranced as the ring begins to glow. Or more specifically, the silver swirl of flecks begins to glow and move. “-It fell on the ring.” I manage to explain - somewhat.

‘What a way to ruin a moment.’ I mentally reach out to Juniper. I feel her Ire.

The glow becomes brighter, casting a hue of blue over my dark skin, the illuminating shadows bathes Crimson's cinnamon chest in its ethereal light.

Whatever is happening seems to spur Crimson on. I feel him impossibly harden even more inside me. His length swells and becomes bigger. I cry out with the feeling, my walls fluttering around him. The sensation when he begins to move is almost too much.

Crimson's skin shimmers and he begins to shift into his beast – half-shifted not man nor cat.

“Do you feel that kitten, my cock hard inside? My come marking you as mine!” He growls slamming his hips against me; once, twice, starting a pounding and punishing rhythm that has me seeing stars.

“Yours,” I whimper and moan, my nails leaving his shoulder and tracing down his fur-covered back.

In no time he’s roaring out his release and I’m screaming mine. His head tilts back, and he then dives forward, fangs bared, and he sinks them into my neck.

Marking me again - for the third time.

I cum with him. Screaming his name, seeing stars. As I do something changes.

The glow from the stone dims and dies. We’re left a panting mess, both of us. But the connection between us is unreal.

Crimson shifts back to skin and for a moment we just stare into each other’s eyes. Letting the spark from our touch caress each other.

Suddenly Crimson's face crumples into a look of pain. He pulls out of me and rolls to the side. Gritting his teeth and covering his eyes.

“Kolby, what is it, What’s wrong?” I’m on my knees bending over him, the soul-shattering orgasm and divine sex we just had was pushed to the furthest parts of my mind.

My mate was in agonizing pain. I didn’t know what to do.

“Kolby, talk to me. What’s going on?” I start to panic and try to command him to answer me.

“So many, too many.” He groans, thumping his head with his fist. “The voices – There are too many voices!” He starts to scream, and I don’t know what to do. I don’t know how to help my mate.

“Baby…” I cry, tears filling my eyes with worry.

‘Touch him’ I feel Juniper encourage.

I reach out a hand and place it on his chest, his screams soften so I place my other hand on his head. He moves his hands, and his eyes meet mine. The look in those deep red orbs just about breaks me. I bite my lip, glancing over him for any visible wounds. When I find no one, my eyes return to his.

I lean down and kiss him, his body relaxing, “Speak to me Crimson,” I softly as him.

“I hear them all.” He groans. “All the voices, there’s too many. My head – it wants to explode.”

I think for a moment. Whose voices could he be hearing? “What are they saying? Can you concentrate on just one?”

“Too many,” He grinds out as a wave of more pain visibly washes over him.

I reach out through our bond, to see if I can feel what he is experiencing. I open up a link to him and speak to Crimson mentally.

*Crimson, calm your mind.* His eyes peer up at me wide and his labored breathing slows. *Listen to my voice and concentrate on that only.*

“I can hear all of Cambiador.” He quietly says.

That’s when it clicks. Whatever happened when we were being intimate, caused him to have an influx of mind-links.

But how? Crimson could only mentally connect with me and that was because he was my mate.

Juniper pushes her thoughts onto me. ‘King’ She purrs.

*Crimson baby, I want you to concentrate on my voice. Only my voice. I want you to imagine a wall. Now build that wall around you so you can shut everyone out* I coach him.

I know the very instant he has managed to put up a barricade. Shutting out everything except for me.

*Good baby, good. Now I want you to imagine that wall is there forever and only you can take it down No one else can get through unless you want them to.*

His head nods, but his eyes don’t leave mine. I remove my hands from his body and cut the link, easing back to give him some space.

“Quiet?” I ask gently.

Again, he nods, “I didn’t mean to scare you, kitten.” He reaches his hand up to brush his fingers over my arms. Stopping midway up when his attention is caught by the ring laying against my chest. “This, when my blood – then I bit you – the voices filled my head.”

The poor guy looks utterly destroyed. As if he went ten rounds with the bear king, Lamia, and Hunji all at once.

“I think you can mentally connect with the whole Cambiador,” I’m not a hundred percent sure, but if that’s what happened and it sure seemed like it, then a flood of mind links like that could cause anyone to feel like their head was about to burst open. It’s too many voices at once.