The Delta's Daughter Chapter 80

Lamia  

“What happened to you at MacTire?” His question threw me off guard; I knew it was coming, sooner or later. I still stiffened and then sighed. What was the point? It was better to hear it from me, than millions of gossip and rumors. Maybe he would be so disgusted that he would stop wanting me.

But did I really want him to stop? I found myself being drawn to him with each passing day.

 “We are going to need more of that for this story“ I pointed to the bottle of rum. I wonder how much of it he drank to actually scent like it. They say your mate's scent is your favorite thing in the world, and I do like a good tasting, aged dark rum.

“Let’s make a deal,” he suddenly said. I cocked an eyebrow at him, willing to hear him out “you tell me your story and I’ll tell you mine. Rescind your challenge and you don’t reject me on the full moon."

Now that he let my father out of the cells and was treating us properly, and not ranting and threatening me, I had no intentions of carrying out the challenge. Although I did want to spar with him, I was sure he would be a formidable opponent. Especially after watching his beast destroy the crawlers and rogues.

Together, we were an unstoppable team. Power radiated from him, more than I had ever felt. He was all Alpha. The King of Alphas.

My heart, however, wasn’t ready to take him as a mate. I couldn’t deny my attraction to him, but I also couldn’t stop my hands shaking when I thought of him. I thought of my time in captivity, the way the were-bears let their beasts feast on me and the brutal way they took me. It made me think of everything I lost, and still had the slightest guilt, that I was betraying Zane.

My mind was in a vicious cycle and I tried to smile, but I’m sure it came out awkward looking “except for the last part, I’m not agreeing to that.”

Mathias poured a large helping of rum into my now empty mug and I gratefully sipped from it.”So…” I began, and told him everything about my time in MacTire dungeons, how I was raped, how I was rescued, how Zane died and how I killed Silas and drank a few more glasses of rum. The only thing I left out was losing my son. That was too painful and something I still couldn’t openly talk about. “…Now you know my tragic story."

I didn’t realize he had moved closer, his large rough hand wiped the tears from my cheek that I missed. His expression was soft and full of admiration. He cupped my face, looking straight into my eyes, penetrating right through them like he saw all of me. His face moved closer until his nose brushed with mine, still holding my gaze.

I moved my head to the side, trying to break away. His touch and warm breath caressed my skin, the micro jolts of lightening sparking on my skin where hands held me.

“You are so beautiful, so strong,” he softly growled as his lips and nose trailed my jaw line. I stifled a moan, he was making the butterflies come back, the fluttering feeling going straight to between my legs and making me wet from the simple sensation of his touch and rasping voice.

“I am a lot of things Lamia…” Oh dear goddess my name on his lips had me almost panting, my arousal building as his lips danced across my skin from the neck to the collar bone as he leaned in more.

“… Ruthless, a killer, cold, unsympathetic, I have had many women but I would never hurt you. I am not them.” He lifted me on to the counter in one fell swoop, and stood in between my legs. He cupped my neck in his hands and leaned his forehead against mine.

“I am a beast that would burn this realm for you. Accept me as your mate Lamia, and you will be the only woman I ever touch, That I will ever want to touch.”

Touch me. I wanted to say, but I was too scared. If he did, it wouldn’t be fucking to satiate an urge like with Travis. It would be so much more and I was afraid, afraid to fall in love, afraid to let go, afraid I would forget Zane.

“See me as the man standing before you. Not a beast. Let go of your fears. You are Mine Lamia Langley” He rumbled, sending a ripple of tingles across my body. His lips crashed against mine.

My lips parted, inviting him in. He wasted no time as his tongue gently stroked over mine, angling his head and tipping mine back, he plunged deeper into my mouth, tasting me.

I moaned for more, and he gave me more, the kiss becoming more urgent, as if he couldn’t get enough of me.

I broke from the kiss, my head dizzy from the stimulation “King,” I whispered breathlessly, my heart pounding.

“Mathias, say my name Little Wolf" his words sent a jolt straight to my pussy.

“Mathias” I groaned, he growled, the vibrations going straight to my core. He pulled me closer to him and my legs wrapped around him. I forgot what I was going to say when his mouth descended upon me again and I felt him lift me and began carrying me.

The heated kiss not breaking, until we reached the room he was staying in and he placed me on my feet. Drawing me in, flush against him.

I felt the thick long proof of his arousal against my belly. With a groan, I leaned into him, tasting and feeling him.

I whimpered with pleasure. I wanted him.

“Let go of your fears little wolf” He repeated, stripping me from my top, “You will never want another man to touch you, I will make you feel that fucking good.” His whispered words of promise were throaty and deep, making my core throb. The jolts of lighting shook my very being.

My body said; take me, my mind told me; let go, but my heart… was still caged.

In the dark, I could see his eyes, heavily lidded and a stormy grey; silver flecks shinning, full of desire. His intense gaze burning through to my very soul and igniting a heat I thought I would never feel again.

The wall I had built around my heart began to crack with each erratic beat. 

He fingered the hem of my crop top before slowly pulling it up and over my head, dropping it to the floor. His hands trailed down my sides, finger tips dancing across my skin. Grazing my pebbled nipples and my breathing became ragged.

I reached for his shirt and pulled it up, he dipped so I could pull it off. He was that tall.

My hands looked so tiny as I stroked down his broad and built chest, the light smattering of black hair across his pectorals screamed he was all man and felt silky under my touch that glided down to the plains of his washboard stomach exploring his perfectly built hulking and ripped body. My fingers, trailing each dip and curve. His breathing became heavy and labored when I reached the band of his shorts. The treasure trail of dark hair leading down to my prize.

He caught my hands and when I looked up into his eyes, I was held captive by the pure desire that exuded from his burning gaze “Lamia” He croaked my name, sending a pulse straight to my core. “I want to be gentle, I don’t know how to be gentle, and you’re making it so damn hard little wolf.”

“I am not fragile my king…” And before I could say anything else, his his mouth descended upon mine in the most possessive and claiming way I have ever known. His low growl vibrated through me, making me slick with want. He picked me up, laying me on the bed and pulling my shorts down my legs, discarding them over his shoulders before crawling back up my body, between my legs and leaving a trail of hot kisses as he found my lips again.

I arched my back when his one hand palmed my breast, kneading the mound and catching the swollen bud between his fingers, rolling and pinching it. His other hand travelling down my body, and his mouth devouring mine.

The moan came loud, swallowed by his kiss, when he shoved two fingers into my tight channel. Lowering his head to capture my breast in his mouth, sucking and nipping. I began to pant when his fingers slid out and back in. I could feel his fingers slick with my juices. I wrapped my hands tightly around his neck, pulling his head down, encouraging him to bite and suck harder, his hair too short to grasp.

His fingers picked up speed as they rammed into my channel, and his thumb found my clit, rubbing it in circles. I cried out at the sensation, the desire for more heating my body. He bit down hard on my nipple and that was all it took for me to break, my orgasm ripping through me like a tidal wave.

He leant back on his knees, removing his fingers and sucking them clean, a low rumble of approval from his chest. When his hands grasped the top of my thighs to pull me to him, he paused, his hand lingering and feeling the deep scars of a bear's claws.

I felt my cheeks heat, most days I don’t think about my scars; that one or the faded ones left on me from my days in the dungeon of MacTire. Right now though, I felt self-conscious lying underneath him, baring my naked body. Would he hate them? Would he be repulsed by them?

“Your scars are beautiful, They show just how strong you are.” He said, as if reading my mind. Then he bent his head to kiss the ones on my thigh. Little sparks of lighting jolted through me again, making me quiver with need.

He stood up and removed his shorts, and I couldn’t stifle the gasp, his erection stood tall and thick, just like the man. He was big all over.

“Scared?” He smirked.

I shook my head, “No” I gulped down. He was BIG, intimidating, but I was eager to feel him.

“Good”, he rasped, positioning himself at my entrance.

He pushed the crown of his cock into my entrance, stretching me wide. My sharp intake of breath had my eyes rolling back. “Eyes on me little wolf” his voice strained.

I opened my eyes and trained them on him. His beast glimmered in his silver orbs. Gripping his forearms tight, he inched in a little more. I already felt so full and he wasn’t done, there was still more to go.

He rocked back, our gazes staying locked on each other. He licked his lips and with one hard movement and a roar, he entered me to the hilt. I cried out in pleasure and pain, his body shaking above me. I could tell he was trying to hold on to his control, to keep his beast from coming out, but his eyes never left mine.

“Mathias” I moaned, needing him to move.

“Yeah?” he questioned.

“Yah,” I sighed pleadingly.

His thrusts came long and slow, rocking into me. I lifted my hips to meet him, latching my legs around him, and when he leant down leaning over me, eyes still locked intensely with mine, burning a hole right through to my soul, any shred of resolve I had… shattered.

 His focus fixed on me, his predator eyes unwavering, as all his attention was centered on mine. I didn’t know what was happening, but I couldn’t look away if I wanted to. His eyes swirled and I found myself lost in a feeling of euphoria, of love and belonging. My body tingled and heated and his torturous pace was unyielding.

He angled his hips for deeper penetration, and started driving into me harder, but just as slowly and I could feel myself being pushed to the edge, my chest rising and falling when the thrusts came quicker. His low rumbling growl threw me over the edge into a pile of tingly ecstasy.

My gums itched and my canines pierced my bottom lip. My wolf wanted to mark him.

“Oh Gods Mathias!” I called out when I felt my orgasm rip through me. The silver specks of his eyes, swirling like the cosmos, held me there, and when he cried out his pleasure, it sent me into another head over heels release.

“MINE!” He roared out as he shuddered and shook, spilling his seed into me while still thrusting hard. His breath still ragged, like mine when he collapsed next to me.

‘He imprinted on us’ Inanna sounded from the back of my mind, her words soft, but I detected a hint of astonishment.

“Imprinted?” I said out loud, not meaning to, feeling the heady after effects of having my world well and truly rocked.