The Delta's Daughter Chapter 370

LYRIC

After leaving Queen Tala with Rogue, I headed out of the indoor training grounds. Still feeling full of energy.

'Let me run.' Note said, she too was needing to expel some energy.

I looked at the tree line in the not-so-far distance just beyond one of the royal gardens, 'Okay' I told her, internally smiling when I could feel her excitement and her tail mentally wagged at the prospect of stretching her legs.

I hurried to the trees and looked around. Finding no one near I peeled off my shorts and sports bra, shivering at the icy cold air, and shifted into Note.

Note shook her fur out, lifted her nose, and scented the air, taking in deep breaths of our surroundings. Then, like a bolt of lightning, she was off.

Dashing through the snow-covered ground, heading deeper into the forest. Weaving between trees and ducking under fallen trunks. It was exhilarating, just the feel of the dense wind rippling through her fur as her paws pounded against the crunching ground.

The trees became thicker the further we ventured into the forest and the snow-blanketed ground became frozen dirt and fallen leaves. I laughed at Note's antics when she dived to the ground, rolling around with happiness. Her dark brown fur was coated in caked mud and leaves stuck to her fur.

Usually, I would scold her for getting us so dirty, but she was enjoying herself, so I let it go. She too deserved to have fun. And I could always shower the muck off us. Although, it did make me cringe just a little bit.

Note suddenly stops, her ears back and nose held high. The fur on her back stood up and she let out a low growl. She had caught the scent of something.

A twig snaps and Note turns her head in the direction it came from.

Through my wolf's eyes, I watched as a very large brown wolf emerged from behind a few trees. I knew this wolf. He stood there massive and proud, dominating and beautiful.

Note had only encountered this wolf once before, but as she once again scented the air, it settled over her that this was her mate. It was the Beta.

Like a puppy, Note threw herself down on her front paws while her butt remained in the air. Tail furiously waggling. Then to my surprise, she let out a playful bark at the Beta wolf and took off in the opposite direction from him at top speed.

'Shit.' I mentally cursed at my wolf.

'Playtime!' She said running at top speed away from her mate.

I swear if a wolf could laugh - she was.

'Note…' I warn her 'He's going to chase us.'

She grumbled something back to the effect of 'That's the point.'

Damn it, this was not good. He's a Beta wolf and would take the challenge of hunting down his mate seriously.

Teeth nipped at Note's heels, and she again barked out playfully. Turning she nuzzled her snout against the much larger wolf's neck, giving him a nip before taking off at high speed once more.

This carried on a few times, she would let him catch up only to turn and run again. I already knew she couldn't outrun him from when he previously tracked and hunted me down.

Was his wolf playing with mine too?

Moments later, what started out as an innocent game, became very real very fast.

The Beta wolf growled out when Note's nimble paws evaded him again by pivoting at the last minute.

'He's going to catch us! He's going to catch us!' She sang happily as she darted left and right.

I could feel the other wolf becoming frustrated and heard it in the next growl he let out. Note was a little ahead of him but when the sound of his paws became heavier and more determined - claws digging into the frozen ground. I knew this was only going to end one way.

'Note stop!' I commanded my wolf, but she just kept running, enjoying the game. 'Note!' I yelled at her again only for her to ignore me.

She was planning on this; I knew she was. If the Beta wolf caught us, he would for sure mount and mate us. The man may be able to control himself, but I doubted the wolf would be able to or want to.

He was hot on Note's tail, his teeth nipping at her tail.

I couldn't let his wolf mate mine. I was screaming at Note in my mind to run faster but then I was telling her to slow down. Either way, whatever she did, run faster to get away from him or slow down to stop the game, the beta wolf would have us. It was his nature to hunt and knot his mate. To take without consent. It was his right in his mind. And Note was letting this happen.

I gained control over my wolf mid-run and forced a shift, hoping that once I was in skin form this game would come to an end.

I tumbled forward, not catching myself on my feet. I tucked my body up and rolled against the hard cold hard ground, scraping my arms and legs as I did so.

I come to a stop, bracing myself on all fours, grunting, trying to catch my breath. The Beta wolf stops mere feet away from me and begins to pace back and forth. I can clearly see in the wolf's eyes his pent-up energy. Angry that his game with my wolf had been interrupted.

The wolf steps forward and nudges me with his nose. I reach up to run a finger through his silky fur, amazed by his size and beauty. The groans with pleasure as my nails snake through the thick fur, lightly scratching him down his back.

The wolf shivers from my touch and I too can feel a light tingling in my fingertips. I quickly stand up, realizing I wasn't helping to quell the wolf's thirst for the chase. "I'm sorry," I tell him, knowing I'm only enticing his primal needs.

Warm hands glid up and over my hips, gently gripping them. That static electrical sensation ignites where his hands touch me. I feel the heat at my back and the touch of a nose on my shoulder. I shudder with the feeling and a deep longing to feel his lips on me again.

I get my wish when he places an open-mouthed kiss on my shoulder. Disintegrating the worries of us both being naked at his touch. Those worries are still harbored within me but, the enigma of his touch is far outweighing that feeling. Overriding my thoughts.

"Mike." My voice comes out shaky and a little breathy.

"Shh." He says stepping into me. His chest pressed against my back. "Let me touch you. Kiss you." His tongue licks over that shoulder and I bite back the moan I want to let out.

Large hands release the grip on my hips and gently slide up over my ribcage and snake around to my stomach, then back to my hips.

"I promise I will only touch you and stop whenever you want me to." Mike's voice is low and slathered with lust as he husks out what he wants to do.

I should say no. I don't believe he could stop himself. The problem was, I was too weak to stop him, and I really didn't want to. His hands on me felt like heaven, complete bliss as My arousal built and heat pooled at my core.

I wanted him to touch me. I wanted to know if his touch could make me feel like it did when touching myself. I knew it could. I knew he would. I needed proof for myself.

Note cheered me on like a love-sick puppy mentally.

The sparks make me jolt, my ass pushing out and brushing over his very hard and large erection. It startles me and I try to pull away only for his arms to tighten around me and his hands splayed on my stomach to hold me in place.

"I won't hurt you Lyric, trust me. Feel my touch. Enjoy it." He whispers lowly and sucks the skin on my shoulder.

My head lols to the side, hair falling over my shoulder, exposing my neck.

I breathe in deeply, releasing the shuddering breath, and try to relax. Allowing the mate bond to work its magic. A warmth settles between my legs as I let the sensation of his touch consume me.

One hand is still spread over my stomach, the other travels up until he's cupping my breast. I moan out at the feeling, my legs becoming shaky when his fingers pinch my perky bud.

"You are beautiful." He says administering little kisses over the column of my neck, his fingers gently brushing over the nipple and then twisting it into a harder peak.

I moan out and arch my back against his chest, his hard shaft digging into my lower back.

I want to touch it.

His warm tongue dances across my skin, mixing it with nibbles and kisses enticing my arousal even more.

I still when his hand on my stomach ventures south, "Let me feel you. If don't like it, I will stop." The gravel in his voice and the promise he speaks of only serves to stimulate me further.

I trust him. I trust him to stop.

Calloused fingertips brush over my mound. The anticipation of finding out if those fingers sliding through me can make me feel like my own is agony. "Beta," I moan when his fingers find my folds and slick between them.

The vibration of his growl against my neck almost has me coming and my wolf whimpering. "Fuck your soaked little thief." He groans sliding his finger through me again.

Mike's other hand plays with my tits, massaging them, groping, and twisting my nipples. Making sure he pays attention to both of them. All the while the static currents dance between our skin.

Euphoria fuels my desire to be touched by him.

In the back of my mind, a little voice tells me it was only moments ago that I was afraid of our wolves mating, yet here I am desiring to be consumed by this male. My male.

"Mike," My voice is pleading, the word moaned when his fingers dip through my sensitive area again, coating his fingers with my arousal.

I don't feel the cold. Only his heat. Only his desire and mine mingled in the stagnant icy air.

His grip on me tightens, "Is this, okay?" He asks me. His mouth still exploring my neck and shoulder.

"Yes. Yes." I tell him wanting more. Drunk on lust and desire.

I gasp when his finger enters my tight channel. It's thicker and longer than my own reaching a place mine couldn't. "Holy shit," I gasp. My hips jerked at the sudden but welcomed invasion. My ass grinding against his manhood.

"Don't do that." He tells me as he slowly moves his finger in and out of my pussy.

I moan more as his finger thrusts at such a snail's pace in and out. I want to ask for more. "Mike," It's the only word I can get out when I feel him enter another finger.

It's tight, intrusive, but oh so very filling.

He palms my breast, fingers working me, mouth tantalizing the soft spot on my neck. My legs shake, and my core heats more. Tingles erupt inside me, making me shiver and kindling a fire deep within.

This is nothing like when I played with myself.

It was soo much better.

And even with his large fingers - It didn't hurt. I only felt pleasure. I was consumed by it.

His fingers sped up and the heat inside me built. "More," I moaned as I felt my orgasm building up.

"As you wish." He growled against me, his fingers speeding up his teeth scarping my neck and his other hand holding on to my breast with determination. "Im going to make you come all over my fingers my little thief." His fingers begin to move at a punishing pace, curling inside me, pumping harder and harder. "You would like that wouldn't you."

The promise of me exploding under his administration's building. Stoking the fire inside me. Coiling my core tighter than I could imagine.

"Words little thief. Words." He groans into my neck.

Hearing him call me his little thief just sets me off, "Goddess yes! Yes!" I cry out as my orgasm explodes, my core pulsing and clutching to his fingers as they pump through my release. Hands grasp at his wrists, not wanting him to stop. Riding out the realm-shattering experience that has left me breathless.

He chuckles against my shoulder, his own breath ragged. "Did you like that Lyric?"

I moan when his fingers leave my drenched pussy and his other hand falls from my breast. He steps back, away from me, and I turn to face him, disappointed that it was over. Yet over-exhilarated and still internally wound up.

He's a work of art. Muscular and broad. Thick arms and neck. My eyes travel down over his perfect abs and lower to where his also thick member juts out, pointing to me. Even his thighs are thick, like tree trunks. Strong and sturdy.

I watch him bring his fingers to his lips, sniffing them. His eyes roll back and then pops those two fingers into his mouth sucking on them. "You taste like fucking peaches Lyric." He groans.

I'm not sure what comes over me, I lick my lips and step up to him wrapping my arms around his neck, pressing my lips to his. I surprise myself by initiating the kiss and instead of pushing me away his large arms circle around me and pull me closer.

His tongue darts into my parted mouth and taste my release as his tongue sweeps over mine. He groans, I groan and all too soon he's breaking the heady kiss and holding me at arm's length.

"No more Lyric. I can only restrain myself so much. My desire to have you is stronger. Stronger yet is Dukes, my wolf."

I'm disappointed. Oh, so very crestfallen. But I understand. I don't want to, but I do. I may be in the moment, but I know that could change at the click of my fingers.

I know that if this went any further, despite how I am feeling right now, I would most likely start to panic. I could tell myself all day long that I could bury the fear. But I would only be lying to myself.

"O-okay," I stumble over my words, feeling the heat of a blush rise over me. "Um - Thank you?" I mean what am I meant to say? Now I'm just all kinds of embarrassed. Well, maybe not embarrassed but definitely feeling exposed as I stand in the cold night air bare for his eyes and experiencing one of the most intimate things in my life.

His hands reach out to me, but I step back, gulping. "Lyric," He shakes his head. "I want you like I have never wanted another. I know you aren't ready and I'm trying, trying so hard to be a gentleman."

"I understand." My head turns so I don't have to face him.

I bring Note forward and quickly shift. She brushes against his side before she turns and runs off back toward the palace.

When I find my clothes and reach my suite, I quietly creep in so as not to disturb Lizzy or Zane. I jump in the shower and wash the dirt from my body. But not completely washing the Beta's scent from me. I like it and so does my wolf.

I lay in bed, tired, but finding it hard to sleep.

I gnaw my lip as I replay what it felt like to have Mike's hands on me. In me. I didn't hate it. Not one little bit and I hope that it happens again.