The Delta's Daughter Chapter 36

LAMIA

I sat there stunned; my mouth hanging open, eyes fixed wide, by the time two guys filled me in on everything that went down. If they weren’t so serious, I would have thought it was a cruel joke they had concocted. Until they told me the number of deaths we suffered and how my father was in a critical condition. My heart aches for those families that lost loved ones and sent a silent prayer for those who gave their lives.

My first reaction was to go straight to the hospital, or at least go shower and change; by the smell, I assumed I was wearing one of Zane’s shirts right now. Even though I was tall, his shirt engulfed me and hung down mid thigh.

I, immediately, mind linked my mom, who convinced me to stay where I was, I needed rest and that dad was in a stable state. And then Kellen.

*Kellen, oh my god Kellen, are you OK?*

*Lamia, baby, I’m here, how are you feeling? Where are you?* His calming voice flowed through my mind, easing the panic that threatened to bubble.

*I’m at Mikes with him and Zane…* I winced when I mentioned my mate's name, not knowing how he felt, but it was too late, I felt the presence of sadness in his voice *I’m tired. It feels like I went twenty rounds with myself, not feeling so invincible right now. I was going to go to the hospital...*

He cut me off *I’m sorry Lam’s, we have to meet the council in 2 hours. You have to be there. I checked in on your dad, he’s doing better than expected, he’s strong.* I almost cried at his words. *Just take it easy until it’s time to come down. You have a couple of hours*

*Kellen, you and I need to talk, we have to make the time.*I sighed through the link.

*I promise* he replied sorrowfully before cutting the link.

Squirming out of Zane’s arms and lap, I was able to stand, Zane immediately hopping on his feet, a hand ever present securely around my waist. “I’m going to my place to freshen up.” I stated.

“Alright” Mike nodded.

I didn’t have to look at Zane or ask. I knew he was coming with me. From the bulge in his pants that pressed against me the whole time I was in his lap, I knew he wanted to be alone with me as much as myself. He followed me down to the other end of the long hallway to my door. I punched in the code for the keypad to our apartment and we swiftly entered and headed to my room.

“This is different…” Zane chuckled as we entered and he looked around at the imitation forest-painted walls, brushed oak furniture and sage-green bed spread that laid neatly on my queen-sized bed.

“What? I like nature… I can’t stand being inside all the time. There’s nothing better than running through the trees at top speed in wolf form.” My tone sounded light and airy but I was 100% serious. “I need a shower…”

The air was ripped from my lungs when Zane’s impossibly fast form swept me into his arms and his plush lips came crashing down on mine. His tongue greedily teasing and tasting mine, as my lips parted with a moan. My hands crept from his chest up around his neck, I molded my breasts against his warm, secure chest, feeling the strong, erratic beat of his heart.

“Fuck doll, what have you done me?” he moaned against my mouth, breaking the kiss. He started to trail his mouth down my jaw to my neck, depositing soft kisses as he went along.

I could hardly sound a word as I breathily asked “Zane… how long do we have?”

“A couple hours,” he groaned before capturing my lips in a crushing and hungry kiss, devouring any self-control I had as he walked backwards to my bed, falling on top of me. “I needed to fucking feel you now.” He growled, not once breaking the kiss as he ripped his shirt from me.

“Oh my goddess Zane!” His words had my pussy quivering and his touch spreading warm sparks through me. I almost came right there and then when he sucked a nipple into his hot mouth, rolling his tongue over my pebbled nipple. I tugged at his shirt but impatience had me tearing it off him. I glanced at his shoulder and winced as I ran my fingers over the healing wound.

When his one hand wandered down in between my legs and started roughly rubbing over my wet folds beneath my panties, my hips automatically gyrated, rubbing harder against his fingers. Ripping them off quickly, his fingers parted my weeping nether lips as he pushed a finger inside and nipped down harder on my breast.

Pleasure and pain elicited an encouraging moan. He added a second finger, in a screwing motion, hitting that magic soft spot deep inside.

“I want to worship you doll, but you’re so fucking ready for me. I don’t think I can wait to bury myself deep inside you.” The strain in his voice told me how desperately he wanted me.

I nodded, not able to form words. I felt the same way.

“Yes” I finally managed.

He wasted no time removing the shorts he was wearing before rubbing the engorged head of his cock against my slit, spreading my juices before plunging deep into me, fully seated. A shuddering sob of pure ecstasy rippled from my throat at the feeling of being filled to the hilt by him, not being able to control my orgasm as my walls tightened and clung to his shaft.

A growl quaked through him as his clenched fist pounded down either side of my head and he stilled, bracing himself in a state of pause. Scrunching his eyes tight and opening them when he started moving, slowly pulling out to the tip and teasingly pushing his cock back in, Inch. By. Inch. Until finding a steady pace.

His pale eyes now a darker hue of a stormy grey, never leaving mine. Each stroke; more tense than the last, observing each other’s expressions as they flashed every pleasurable emotion we were having. So much gentler than last night and we were so much more aware of each other’s bodies. His pace picked up, and his thrust’s came harder, as he grunted his pleasure, wrapping my legs around his waist and lifting my hips to take him deeper, he bent down and captured my mouth in a forcefully, and hungry kiss, stifling my loud cry’s of hedonism.

*****

ZANE

It was taking everything I had to not blow my fucking load. The sensual sounds coming out of that fucking sexy mouth had me driving harder, plowing into her tight pussy. From the moment she walked into the Beta's kitchen, I had the need to be inside her, my wolf clawing at my head to mark her. I couldn’t wait another minute to bury myself deep within her lush folds.

Sweat gleamed down my back and chest and my body quivered. As she clung on to me, her nails digging into my shoulder blades as I rammed inside her possessively. Trailing my lips down to her neck, sucking and nipping at the place I would mark her. Although my wolf, the fucker, was tempting me to sink my teeth into her now, I couldn’t, not yet. I settled for bruising the soft skin for the time being. This fucking girl was a drug.

The sounds of my balls slapping heavily against her ass was soon drowned out by pleasurable moans as her walls spammed around my cock.

“Zane, oh goddess Zane, yes!” she cried out. Music to my fucking ears, hearing her scream my name just encouraged me to fuck her harder.

I was getting close, the need to release inside her instinctive and primal. I flung her legs over my arms and unwrapped hers from my neck, holding onto her wrists tightly as I kept pounding away puling her into me with each brutal thrust. Her tits bounced below me, her breathing erratic as I brought her to the edge again.

“Oh… I’m gonna... cum.”

“Fucking cum for me doll!” I groaned, holding on until I felt her walls tightening and squeezing. Fuck.

With a deep and loud growl that vibrated through my very bones, I thrust into her one more time before bucking and shooting spurt after spurt of my seed inside her as she milked my cock for everything it had. My cock twitching inside her as more cum than I have ever released before filled her. I looked down and glimpsed at her glowing emerald eyes, shining like heavenly jewels.

“Fucking beautiful, so fucking sexy” I rasped. Pulling out and falling to the side of her, panting to catch my breath. “Rest for now my Luna”, I gently whispered. Kissing the side of her face, I pulled her flush against me, one arm under her head, the other wrapping around her waist, after setting an alarm to make sure we had enough time to shower before meeting with the council.

As her breathing became shallow, I started to relax, my eyes closed, hovering between sleep and thought.

Lamia had always been smoking hot but I had always found her fucking insufferable. Maybe it was because she had challenged me those few years back. She fucking bruised my ego badly, but now… I understood her strength back then. In the past 24 hours, the detest I felt for her had changed dramatically.

It wasn’t just the mate bond, at least I hope to fuck it wasn’t. When I saw her enter the ballroom last night, my wolf and I had gravitated towards her. Not being able to remove our eyes from her once. I was falling for her. No, I had already fallen for her. Her beast was fucking magnificent and beautiful. She was alluring like a drug I craved to my very core.

I would never need anything or anyone else. As long as she was by my side, that would always be enough. I buried my face into her long, golden-streaked hair, inhaling her very essence as I succumbed to sleep.

*****

I had woken before the alarm went off and was admiring my sleeping mate, trailing my finger tips down her smooth provocative body, my gaze following my hand that left a trail of sensual sparks, lingering on her thigh. I cast my eyes at the partially hidden scar that sat deep in her skin on her outer right thigh.

I had heard the stories, gossip always travelled fast. Although I was not one to care for such stupid here-say, my sister was the one to tell me the tale of the warrior princess who defeated a bear shifter in human form.

I felt the need to brush my lips across the claw marks, wanting to worship the courageous souvenir left on her perfect figure.

With a sudden jolt, Lamia bucked up in the bed, green eyes glowing and wide.

“Kellen!” she called out hastily.

Not what I fucking wanted to hear, another man’s name coming from her pouty lips as we lay in bed naked. Prince prick was pissing me the fuck off.

The bedroom door burst open and there he stood, Prince prick himself. I let out a warning growl as I covered Lamia’s naked body, ready to fly at him when her next words stilled me.

“The dream, did you feel it?” her words squeaked out in a rush.

“I saw it.” Their eyes locked onto each other as they conversed.

I growled again, my attention on his form that stood in the doorway. Didn’t this fucker get the idea of privacy? “Get the fuck out while we get dressed” I demanded.

“Oh yah, OK, umm, I’ll wait in the kitchen.” He stammered out, running his hand through his hair.

Good fucking idea, dipshit, I thought.

I looked at Lamia with a scowl, waiting for an explanation.

She chuckled, “Come on, Kellen and I will explain everything.”

We entered the kitchen a few minutes later. Kellen already had the kettle on and was pulling out fixings for sandwiches.

“You shared a dream, exactly how fucking close are the two of you?” Irritated, I groaned while taking a seat at the counter and resting my arms on the white marble.

They gave each other a glance before Lamia spoke “Think of it like the connection twins have, but… more.” Her face scrunched up as she tried to find the right words to describe how close they were. I wasn’t sure how long I could control my wolf before he decided to snap. Being in the presence of her former lover was not his, nor mine, idea of a fun time. As if on auto pilot, like she could feel my discomfort, her body backed up to mine and my arms found their way around her waist automatically.

“Were bonded by the moon goddess, have been since birth.” Prince prick shrugged like it was no big deal, he then came and stood in front of me, lifted his shirt and brought down his shorts a little. There on his left hip was an identical mark to Lamia’s, a birthmark in the shape of a crown, a slight pink like the color of a scar sitting flush against the skin. “We have always been able to share thoughts and dreams, feel each other’s emotions…”

“This was why we thought we were mates. Our wolves had to reject each other so our human counterparts wouldn’t become tied to each other, because I couldn’t mark him. They were ensuring a mistake wasn’t made.” She sighed.

“Kellen” she started again, turning to him, “I understand. I know what I am. What we are.” Her remark had my wolf growling, wanting to claim her and fuck her, to show this prince prick she belonged to me, but I pushed him down. There was more to this.

Turning in my arms, she placed her hands on my face, bolts of electricity skating across my cheeks, raising the hair on the back of my neck, her gorgeous orbs softening and her lips turning up into an equally soft smile that had my cock twitching.

“Zane, we didn’t feel the mate bond last night because of the full moon, it was being suppressed by my Lycan blood...”

“Because on a full moon a Lycan can take a chosen mate or reject a bond.” Kellen finished for her.

Well, that fucking explains the delayed reaction. I must have recognized the bond when the moon shifted and she was sleeping. Fuck, this was intense.

“Technically, she’s a queen, the Queen of Alpha’s. She even out ranks me, all of us.” He said, stuffing a bite of his sandwich in his mouth and pointing towards me. “I mean she already has claim to your pack, she could lay claim to all packs, wolves and shifters alike.” He shrugged. “She will never be able to claim you.” The smug fuck added with a glint of delight in his eyes, and a fuck you smirk.

“And who the fuck is he to you doll?” I was annoyed and it was noticed when I asked.

“He is my knight. I will have four; I already know who others are.” She stated confidently.

“And how the fuck do you know this and who are your knights?” I needed fucking answers and this was taking too long.

Her and Kellen held gazes for a few brief moments before she explained the weird ass dream, where there were pages fluttering around them, words glowing on the falling parchment, feeding them with information, telling them a story of what has been and what’s to come. Like some kind of fucking vision. They were slightly giddy as they explained what they both saw and felt.

“I may not like you, Zane, but you hold a big part in this and her ascension to the throne. Whatever happens today, this will remain in our inner circle, not a word to anyone, until we speak to the king and our parents. We cannot let the council know anything except you are a Dire Wolf.” He took a deep breath before a more serious look came over his face, blue eyes darkening into storms as he regarded me. “I suggest you mark her before the night is out Zane, we cannot let the council or anyone else lay claim to her. Once she is marked, only the death of her mate will allow others to claim her. We will figure shit out after the meeting, decide if its best for you to stay here or go to Zane’s pack. I have a gut feeling the attack last night had something to do with you.”

I was surprised by his words and admission that I should mark her. Prince prick was smarter than I thought and cared deeply for my mate.

“Mike and Hunji will need to know everything; they are two of my Knights. They should be included in all discussions.” She declared, fiddling with her bear claw necklace, determination and resolve clearly written across her face