The Delta's Daughter Chapter 32

LAMIA

As much as he was arrogant and annoying, Zane Noir had turned into a God-like creature. The goddess had been kind when handing out looks and anatomy to this man. A shame she couldn’t have given him a better personality. With that, I took a step back and plastered a shit-eating grin on my face and turned to acknowledge his family before moving on to the other guests.

Not without hearing him coldly mutter “Bitch” as I walked away.

Oh yah, Zane Noir and I would certainly be meeting again before the night was out, that I was sure of. I had ruffled him. And I like it.

As the evening went on, we made our way around the room greeting various pack members as well as other guests and Alphas from neighboring packs. A lot of the time, these events are attended by other high-ranking, un-mated members from outside packs and used as a gathering to hopefully find their mates.

I eventually made it over to the bar, ordering myself a rum. I sipped the dark liquor, letting the sweet, rich molasses flavor coat my throat. No ice, no coke, just warm, dark, thick rum. Tickling my taste buds as I propped myself against the bar and turned my vision to the dance floor, just people watching.

*Where are you beautiful?* Mike's voice came through the pack link.

*By the bar, where are you?* I asked back.

*Come join me on the dance floor* He replied before cutting the link.

I scanned the dance floor and easily found him, downing my drink and leaving the glass, I headed over to him. His dynamic smile caused one of my own as he pulled me in and held me by the waist and began leading me with the beat of the music. We danced, laughed and joked for a few songs. I loved dancing with Mike, he was energetic and seriously had some moves. I guess all our lessons as kids paid off.

A Latino song came on, the rhythm, over taking my hips as I began to sway them and started tapping my feet. The music of love.

“Mind if I cut in?” A low husky voice came from behind me.

I turned to see Zane, who took my elbow and led me away from Mike. Looking back, I nodded at Mike, letting him know I was good and it was OK.

Zane pulled me close to him, locking his large rough hands onto my hips, his knees bent and one large muscular thigh pushed between my legs. I steadied myself, placing my hands on his shoulders as he started swaying and effortlessly moving to the beat. As the beat picked up in the song, so did our tempo, our hips moving in time, our eyes locked. He swung me out, twirling me, and crashed me back into his hard chest, holding me impossibly closer. He not only looked good but smelt good. Underneath his musky cologne, was his natural scent, earthy and sweet, like honey?

We moved around the floor like we had been doing this for years and when the music changed to something slower, he didn’t let go like I thought he would. Instead, he brought his face to my neck, his nose tickling my skin and he inhaled deeply.

“For such a bitch, how can you smell so divine, you are driving me crazy.” His voice was gruff and still with an icy cold tone that sent a stroking pleasurable shiver down my spine.

The guy was an asshole. A sexy asshole though.

Before I could conjure up a smart remark to hurl back at him, the music lowered and Uncle Alex, the King’s, voice came over the speaker.

“Alphas, Luna’s, pack members from all over, I would like thank you all for attending this joyous event tonight. I hope you will all join me in wishing my son, Prince Kellen, his Beta, Michael Jr and our own Lamia Langley, Delta Marcus’ daughter, a very happy eighteenth birthday. May your future be bright and may the three of you find happiness and your mates!” The crowd whooped and whistled and servers rushed around handing out champagne flutes.

Zane managed to snatch two and handed one to me.

“A toast!” the king rang out “To my son, the future king, and to his two best friends who I look on as my own. Happy birthday kids!” more cheering and toasting “In ten minutes we will be holding a traditional pack run, if you would like to make your way out through the back veranda.” The music volume increased and people started ushering themselves outside excited about the run under the full moon.

But my shoulders slumped. I would not be running with the pack tonight. Even Tawny was going to join the run along with Tyron.

I downed my glass and handed it back to Zane. He made no move to follow the crowd.

“Are you not going to run with the others?” I asked curiously, raising an eyebrow. If I wasn’t able to join in, I kind of would rather be left on my own to drown my sorrows.

“I don’t play nice with others.”

That’s because you’re a dick. I thought.

“So why is the mighty warrior princess still standing here, instead of joining her prince?” he asked with a smooth tone but still in his cold fashion.

I shrugged my shoulders, hoping I had come off in a nonchalant kind of way. “Ehh, not in the mood, I don’t play nice either.” I curtly replied, then turned around to the bar and asked for another pouring of rum.

“Give her the bottle.” Zane directed the bar tender, who, nodded and produced an unopened bottle of my favorite rum.

He turned back to me, one of his large hands grazing my hip, the other grabbing my face and tilting my chin up to face him. “Shall we move this party to a more private place, little temptress?” he asked.

“Sure”, I shrugged again. I remained calm on the outside, but on the inside my stomach was doing flips and an arousing heat was gathering and making its way to my core. I had no inkling of where this excitement was coming from, but I wanted him. Even after the events of the past 24 hours and the rejection, my brain had switched gears and wanted what Zane had to offer.

Without wasting any time, Zane grabbed the bottle in one hand and securely fastened the crook of my elbow in the other as he pulled me out of the ballroom towards the stairs leading up to the third floor where the guest rooms were.

Reaching his suite, he used his key card to unlock the door. I didn’t have time to look around before I felt my body being slammed against the now closed door. Zane was pressed up against me, his one around my neck, the other holding my waist tight. I barely caught my breath as his lips crashed on mine. Goddess wept. This man tasted like sweet danger.

I flung my arms around his neck, pulling him onto me. My lips parted and he depended the kiss, it was demanding and needy, Sloppy but lustful and enticing.

There was nothing gentle about it and I moaned against him granting him access and he did not disappoint. His tongue delved into my mouth, tasting and licking and stroking, our tongues tangling together in a battle of dominance.

I gave a low sexy growl before I used my strength to swing us around, now slamming him against the door.

“Feisty. I like it.” He crooned, his cold husky voice, turning me on even more.

I molded my body to his and captured his lips once more. Grinding my hips against the bulge that was straining from his pants, the dampness from my own arousal that was coating my thin panties had me in a fit of hunger. I was greedy for him. 

It really was game on, and I couldn’t stop if I wanted to. I sure as hell didn’t want him to stop.

His big calloused, strong hands ran up the outsides of my thighs, hitching my dress up to my waist. In one fell swoop, I found myself pressed against the opposite wall, my legs lifted around his waist, his pelvis grinding harder against my weeping core.

With a guttural growl, he shredded my dress, tossing the pieces of fabric to the side. I was left in my strapless dark blue lace bra and matching thong. His chest rumbled and his gaze roamed my body in an appreciative manner.

“So fucking hot.” He whispered “I’m going to fuck you hard and it’s too late to say no. You don’t get to stoke the fire and tease it without getting burned.”

Moon goddess! His dirty words just turned me on even more! And as his clawed hand ripped the front of my bra, exposing my breasts, he captured one nipple in his warm mouth, rolling his tongue over my hardened bud.

I moaned “Yes, please Zane.”

One hand wrapped around my ass, holding me in place, his other delving between my legs, moving the thin fabric to the side, his fingers running over my clit and down my soaking slit,

“No fore play needed little girl, you are already soaked for me.”

The sound of his buckle undoing and pants dropping to the floor along with the tearing of my sheer thong was all I could hear, while his lips kissed along my collar bone and up my neck, where he nipped my marking spot and proceeded to suck.

“Zane…. Please…” I begged.

He rubbed the head of his thick and long shaft against my core and, without any warning, slammed into me, making me gasp at the girth and penetration.

He stilled for a moment, allowing me to adjust, before mercilessly driving into me, ramming his rod harder into me with each hurdling plunge.

His pace picked up, slamming even deeper to the point that I couldn’t catch my breath. My eyes rolled back into my head as I felt my first orgasm roll through me “Za... Zane… Zane” I moaned between thrusts.

His teeth latched on to my shoulder as he pounded away grunting his pleasure as yet another orgasm washed through me, biting into my shoulder harder as he found his own release.

But he didn’t stop.

Instead, he walked me over to the bed, still rock hard inside me, laying me on the bed, his massive frame pressing into me as he started a rhythmic pace. I ripped his shirt off and let my finger nails trail down his hardened chest, following the treasure trail of dark hair down to his perfect abs, appreciating the man and all his glory. He leaned back, unwrapping my legs from his waist and throwing them over his taut biceps, finding a deeper angle as his cock delved to the deepest depth of my wanton pussy, hitting that magic spot every time.

I felt the buildup, my toes curling and my arms sprawling as I grasped at the sheets below me “Oh... Goddess... I’m gonna cum again Zane!” I screamed out.

“That’s it doll, Let me see you cum, I want to see you as your fucking pussy clenches my dick again.” I heard the command in his Alpha tone and I allowed it.

His pace quickened and I felt myself fall off the edge, crying out a sensual scream as my walls clenched him tight and my juices coated his shaft that was still plundering me.

Sweat coated his brows and chest, his icy blue eyes held mine as he chased his own release. A ferocious growl bellowed from his chest as I felt his hot seed coat my walls, riding out his orgasm still thrusting. His eyes never leaving mine, boring into my soul until he finally collapsed on top of me, laying his head on my heaving breasts.

My lord, that was hot sex! My body was still tingling for more!

As if sensing my thoughts, Zane chuckled against my chest before placing kisses on the mounds of my breast “Oh we're not done yet, my sexy fucking doll.”

His cock twitched inside me, instantly hardening again. Holy shit, this man is a beast!

“Your right, were not.” I smirked, using my strength to roll us over so I was now straddling him.

I began to move my hips, grinding my clit against his pelvis. I wasn’t going to last long like this.

It wasn’t long until I was riding him hard, my tits bouncing up and down as his hands held me guiding my movements, grunting each time I thrust down hard onto him.

We changed position a few times and I lost count of my orgasms as well as the time. The air was thick with the smell of sex and lust. The sounds of our passion as skin slapped against skin echoed through the room. He sat up with me straddling his lap, thrusting and grinding, our bodies sticky with sweat. I’m not sure what round this was but he held me tight against him, slamming his hips upwards as my nails dug into his back, his face buried in the crook of my neck.

“YES!” I cried out as I felt the most intense orgasm of my life rip through my body, shaking me to the core, as my weeping and sore pussy convulsed around his manhood. I grabbed his hair, pulling him closer to me, his teeth grazing my skin.

“Fuck, I cant get enough of you” he rasped out, ejaculating furiously inside me. He collapsed and I followed. I was spent and hoped he was too.

Zane’s bulging muscular arms wrapped around me, holding me close to his chest, his heart still rapidly beating.

He chuckled breathlessly “Better than what that little prick of a prince could ever give you.”

I scrunched my nose, not liking what he said, but I had to admit that it was freakin’ awesome sex! And, yah, it was better than Kellen.

But I would never tell him that. So I simply just said “It’s just sex.”