The Delta's Daughter Chapter 305

CRIMSON

I’m insatiable and I can’t get enough of my Kitten. After the glorious blow job, I haul Tawny to her feet and make quick work of shredding her clothes from her. Like a manic beast, my claws tear through her top, pants, and undergarments until she stands before me, beautifully naked.

I take a moment to admire my mate. Her beauty, her creamy dark skin, her tear-shaped breasts. I let my hands skate over her smooth flawless skin until I can’t stand it anymore and the need to drive into her perfect pussy overwhelms me.

I grab her, maybe a little too harshly in my desperation, and haul her up. Her legs wrap around me and my cock juts against her opening. I slam her against the closest wall, holding her up with one arm braced under her round ass, sliding my hand over her throat with the other.

“I want you so badly Kolby,” She pants. I love it when she uses my name in the bedroom. Her hand snakes between us, grabbing my cock and brushing it up against her clit and through her juices. She lines me up with her entrance and our eyes stay steady on each other, hers fluttering when I ram into her. Filling her one rough move.

I take on a pounding pace, slamming her back against the wall harder and harder with each bruising thrust of my hips.

She cries out, the sound of pleasure and pain mixing together. I might be hurting her but I can't stop. If I am hurting her, she’s loving it and moans out “more” between her ragged breaths.

I get carried away, pulling her from the cold plaster of the wall, slamming her back and my cock hard and deep into her. The wall cracks, but I don’t relent, “Come for me Tawny, only then will I stop.” I grind out while I continue to punish her pussy for being so addictive. The wall cracks more and plaster falls to the floor.

She screams her release, her pussy clamping around my cock. I come hard and fast and slam a fist into the cracked wall behind her head my orgasm is that intense, emptying my release inside her.

“So much for the remodel,” She giggles when I finally let her slide down to her feet. Only after holding her tightly while we both caught our breaths.

I look up where my fist punched right through the freshly painted plastered wall. And I cock my head at what I see peeking through that hole.

Whatever look comes over my face, Tawny must see it. She turns around to see what I’m gaping at. The moment - ruined. Again. I shake my head and squeeze my eyes shut, refusing to look at the object in the wall. I choose to ignore it. “No.” I say, “I don’t want to know.” I’m resolute in my decision.

We had, were, having a great night. “Whatever that is,” I point to the open crack above Tawny’s head, “Don’t touch it. I don’t care. Not tonight. Because knowing our luck, it’s some crap about your friend or me, and I simply…” I huff out a large breath, pinching the bridge of my nose. “I want simple Tawny, and that is not simple.”

“Do you sense magic Crimson?” She’s still staring at the wall as she asks. She can't take her eyes off it. She’s so damn curious, I know it's going to eat away at her if she doesn’t pull it out and examine it.

It agitates me that she just can't ignore it like I want to. It agitates me so much I snap at her. “Do what the fuck you want.” I leave her standing there, without answering her question, the remains of our intimacy leaking out of her, while I slam the bathroom door shut behind me and turn the shower on to a scalding hot temperature.

“Fuck this shit.” I slam my palm on the tiled wall and let the water run over me. I’m not sure how long I stand under the hot stream of water, but it's not calming me. I turn the knob and the water becomes icy cold instantly. Still, It does nothing to calm the irritating rage boiling beneath my skin.

All I want is to catch a fucking break. It seems like ever since Tawny arrived in Cambiador shit has gone up in smoke.

I switch the water off, jerking the handle. My irritation only grows with each passing moment, with each passing thought.

I don’t bother with a towel, or drying off. I walk out of the bathroom to see Tawny sitting on the bed, a thin sheet draped over her. Our bed. The one we were meant to make love in until the sun comes up. She looks at me expectantly, with hope in her eyes.

I don’t say anything because I know whatever comes out of my mouth will be words I regret. So, Instead, I walk out of the suite shifting as I head down the stairs Because it’s the only thing I can think to do.

I feel like I have lost control of all aspects of my life. I thought I didn’t know who I was before. I thought if I knew who and what I was, everything would fall into place. My life would be whole.

But it isn’t.

Everything is far from fine. Whatever was wrapped up in that wall proves nothing is fine.

My paws hit the dirt once outside, the night air ruffling my fur, as I pound through the jungle. Pushing myself hard because it's all I can control right now.

Only when the sun begins to rise, do I head back to the Palace. The run helped work out my tension and anger. But now as I slowly climb the stairs to our room, my head hangs with guilt for running out on her so abruptly.

I open the door slipping in, expecting to find her fast asleep, but the bed is empty. I still listening for her – she’s not here.

My eyes wander to the hole I created and I tentatively step towards it. “Tawny,” I grit when I see the wall empty, the brown cloth that had kept something hidden gone.

I bow my head. What did I expect, I knew she would need to know what it was. So did I. I just wasn’t ready to face it. It doesn’t matter what was - or is. To me, it was just another obstacle getting our way. Another thing to come between us.

I’m not mad, not at Tawny. At myself, definitely. I walked out on her; she didn’t deserve it. Not without some sort of explanation, not without so much as a word from me. Instead, I left her there. Used.

I don’t even have to scent her to know where she is, as I make my way to her old room. Her old room. We didn’t even manage to spend the night in our room, our new room that is now tainted by my tantrum.

I don’t bother knocking, I let myself in. I find her sitting in the middle of her bed, a large book opened up in front of her. Papers spread out over the white satin covers. She sits, cross-legged in concentration as she studies the parchment.

She senses me, her head lifting slowly and her gaze dragging up my naked body. Her body sighs, I expect to see a flare of anger in her eyes but they are filled with Sorrow. Sorrow aimed at me.

For a few moments, we just stare at each other. The longer the silence passes the more regretful I become for walking out on her. We are meant to be a team. We handle shit together, but I screwed that up royally.

“Hi,” She offers the word softly. She wears her face with a mask of indifference.

“Hi,” I say back hoping she will forgive me for being an ass.

“Get your head on right?” She lets the paper she was holding go, gently dropping it onto the bed.

I nod because it's all I can do, my words are logged in my throat. She doesn’t scream at me, or look at me with anger. She doesn’t sneer or roll her eyes.

Gods, this woman is everything. While she isn’t patient with anything else, she shows me all the patience in the realm. Goddess only knows how many times I fucked up with her, and how many more times I will.

She stands from the bed, a thin robe wrapped around her tiny body. “Come here,” She whispers, opening her arms to me.

I don’t hesitate. I cross the room in two quick strides and wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her to me. She slips her hands around my ribs and just holds me as I breathe her in. “I’m sorry,” I confess, feeling calm once I have her pressed against me, her head tucked against my chest, and the beat of her heart in my ears. “I love you.”

“I know, I love you too.”

“I-I, I just… I’m just so fed up with shit coming between us.” I stumble over my words managing the sentence before I need to take in her signature nectarine scent again.

“And you know I can't leave well enough alone.” I let out a choked laugh because it's true, My Kitten can never leave things alone.

“You know they say curiosity killed the cat?” She pulls from my arms, slapping my chest.

“Shut it, handsome.” She playfully scalds. “Go shower and I will show you what you found.”

I reluctantly agree.

Making quick work of washing up and I head back out into the room. This time with a towel wrapped around my waist. “Lay it on me, Kitten,” I gesture with a quirk of my chin to the papers.

“Yeah, kind of distracted now,” Lips curve up as she takes me in. Her eyes traveled over my body and her teeth bite down on her bottom lip. “Eyes up here, Kitten.”

“Ok. So, anyway.” She starts, her eyes meeting mine for just a moment. “I have no idea how my grandfather would have gotten a hold of this, where it would have come from, or who wrote it.”

I look at the pages she has spread out on the bed, “It’s not your grandfather's writing,” I could at least see that much. The delicate curves of the words were a woman's penmanship.

I take a sit on the end of the bed, my hand reaching out to her, needing to have that contact with her. However slight it was.

The pages are old, the writing almost illegible with its old style of cursive and worn ink. Diagrams and words paint each page. Page after page describes gateways and theories of portals to another realm.

The realm of the gods. “Goddess, there is more than one door!” Tawny exclaims as we read through them.

“And maybe more than one way to open them.” I scan the page I am reading, frowning when the pages I sort through begin to hold poems or rather cryptic messages about where stones may have originally been hidden.

“Kolby,”

I look up when Tawny says my name with a shaky voice, holding out a piece of paper. One that doesn’t look as old and worn as the rest.

I take the paper from her hand, “What is it?” I ask before scanning and seeing for myself. I read out loud. It’s dated almost thirty years ago.

Armand, my old friend;

I send this to you for safekeeping. I fear my brother will find it and use it. Orion has revolted against me, and he gathers a large army of rogues. I fear the Kodiak Kingdom will fall and a new king will rise in my place.

I search for Riocht still, If Orion finds it first and has possession of this book, the realm as we know it, will cease to exist.

I implore you, trusted friend, to keep our secrets hidden, away from my brother and whoever may align themselves with him. For all our lives depend on it.

I have hidden the most precious, as should you.

They should remain lost forever.

I ask, that if you cannot hide this book, your Queen, Althea can take it to the library hidden in these pages.

I implore you of the importance and secrecy that’s within the ink.

I hope we meet again someday.

Your friend Agrius Artos.

“Agrius Artos?” I question, “Isn’t that…”

“King Mathias's last name.” My kitten answers me. “What do we do Crimson?”

“Put it back where it came from and forget about it.” Oh, how I really wish that was an option. “I know we can’t do that, but it’s a nice thought,” I say when Tawny’s mouth gapes at me, ready to say something. She was probably going to tell me off and refute my claim to put it back.

I can feel the cogs turning in her head, watching her eyes dart around, trying to figure out the right course of action. “Whatever decision we make, it’s going to get messy, I can feel it.” She says after a beat.

“The question is: if we hide it, can you keep this secret from your friends?” I already know what her answer will be. And knowing this will be another conversation with Queen Lamia and King Mathias.

“No,” Her head shakes from side to side. “You know I can’t,”

“I wonder,” I think out loud as I read over some of the pages again, “This indicates that there are seven possible portals ‘doors’ to another realm, and possibly more ways to open them, each a variation of the information we gained in Tolba, isn’t Mathias’ mother still alive?”

“Yes,” Tawny bobs her head, her brows and lips pinch together adorably as she mulls over everything. “Amitola was the one who came up with the location of Riocht. Hunji said, that the late King Agrius was looking for it. Before he made it there, Orion had killed him and she was carrying Orion's child because of his deception.”

“And I thought my life was fucked up.” I try to make light of our discovery but Tawny pins me with an unamused glare. I put my hands up defensively, “Just kidding Kitten,”

Her eyes soften, “You were right.” I wait for her to elaborate, “We should have left this, in the wall. But!” She points a finger at me, “This is your fault, you’re the one who discovered it.”

“Do not blame me, Kitten,” I laugh, “I really wish we hadn't found this, it put a kink in our night.” Yeah, I was still a little bitter about that, “Although, We could pick back up where we left off,” I wink and trace my finger over her ribs.

She briefly casts her eyes to the window where the sun shines through. She sighs defeatedly before dropping back onto the bed. I gather the papers into a pile, shoving them back into the leather folder they came in, and throw them on the closest nightstand.

Climbing up the bed, I lay down next to her dragging her body against mine, so her back rests against my chest. I place a kiss on her head, breathing in her scent. “Sleep,” I tell her then let the silence between us sit until her breathing evens out I know my Kitten is asleep.

I slide out from behind her, I grab a pair of shorts, my movements fluid so as I don’t wake her. Grabbing the folder as I quietly sneak out of her room.

Slipping into my office, I shut the door and take a seat behind my desk, and lift the receiver of the phone.

The other end is answered after only two rings. “Hello?” His gruff voice answers as if I woke him up.

“I found what I think you are looking for. It was here the whole time.” His silence has me adding to my declaration. “There’s more, but it’s not safe to disclose on the phone. I will have the information sent to you as soon as possible. You just need to tell me where.”

He clears his throat and I hear rustling on the other end of the line. “Who else knows about this, Crimson?” He asks.

“Just me and the Princess, it was only discovered tonight.” I hate that I have been keeping secrets from Tawny, also Gillian but at the time there was no need for anyone to know. But now, after everything that has come to fruition this past few weeks, I should come clean.

His voice draws me from the guilty thoughts running through me. “The fewer people who know the better. Can she keep quiet about this?”

I scrub a hand down my face, knowing the first person she will talk to is Queen Lamia. “I doubt it, she will tell Lamia and in turn Mathias.”

“If you can convince her to hold off…”

“I can’t guarantee that Abner, I can ask and explain but…” My words drop off, I know she will be angry at me for keeping more secrets, I’m just not sure how angry. I will have to explain to Tawny why and when Abner Brooks approached me.

I just hope she can forgive me.