Chapter 672 – Hidden Desires of the Werewolf King Novel

Filed To Story: Veiled Desires of the Alpha King Novel

The ceremony boosted their energy levels and Liam felt a pulsating need in his crotch area. He really wanted to jab himself inside her, but he was faintly aware of all the eyes on them and he knew that it wouldn’t be appropriate.

Liam lifted Amelia in his arms and carried her princess style. Everyone knew that they were going back to Amelia’s room.

Amelia loved how Liam had eyes only for her, and the fact that his erection was poking her behind told her that her mate means business.

Amelia used healing spells and herbs to ease soreness from all that lovemaking, and she hoped that Liam didn’t notice because she wanted to make him happy. Well, he was making her happy also, many orgasms happy, but it was getting sore later, and she didn’t want him to know about that last part.

Liam’s steps didn’t pause in the slightest when witches surrounded them with an intention to congratulate the couple. With one fierce growl from Liam, the witches parted to make way and Amelia giggled while snaking her arms around Liam’s neck. His hostile expression softened in an instant when he looked at Amelia.

Yasmin patted her chest dramatically. That was romantic and raw, and she loved it!

Talia loved it as well. The animalistic urge to claim mate was super-sexy and Talia really wished to bite Dayson and mark him again. Soon.

Her eyes moved to Dayson to meet his fiery gaze directed at her.

‘Mate looks yummy’, Liseli spoke in Talia’s mind. ‘I can feel Sapa’s excitement. Can we go for a run after the ceremony?’

‘I’m sure we can.’ Evanora never mentioned any restrictions related to moving within this realm, so it would be fun to let their wolves out to explore while spending quality time with each other.

Next were James and Cornelia.

The duo moved to the fountain to face each other.

Cornelia tilted her head up to see James’ face and she wondered if he was always that tall.

The silvery light reflected on his skin, making the golden designs on his pale skin shimmer, his shoulders were broad, and he didn’t look like a teenager, not even a little bit.

Yasmin and Evanora took turns chanting, and even a laywoman like Talia realized that something was different compared to the previous ceremony.

The air stirring at the fountain was sharper, and the flames on the fountain grew bigger.

Cornelia and James didn’t break the eye contact, and they either didn’t notice that the water in the fountain was splashing around them, or they didn’t care.

Cornelia could feel the energy seeping into her, and she was in a euphoric daze. It was like she had a private channel with nature, only for her to use, and she wondered if James felt the same.

The more she looked at him, the more handsome he was, and the pull toward her soulmate became unbearable. It was like her skin was on fire and only his touch could soothe it.

Cornelia realized that something was wrong. Why was she getting aroused?

She bit the inside of her cheek harshly to snap out of her daze and then her head snapped toward Evanora and Yasmin.

“What are you doing?”, Cornelia hissed.

Instead of responding, Yasmin chanted with more enthusiasm.

Yasmin knew about the challenges Cornelia and James were facing, and she discussed with Evanora to add to the ceremony a dose of sensitivity. Evanora was not willing at first, but Yasmin persuaded her. As usually.

With this addition to the ceremony, both James and Cornelia had become more sensitive to the energies around them, and that included nature and their mate bond. Everything else was a side effect of that.

Cornelia looked at James as the silvery light climbed his body, following the golden patterns on his skin and she wondered what was going on with him because he was just staring at her without moving a muscle.

Cornelia feared that James’ wolf will end up hurt from this. She would scold Yasmin for doing whatever she was doing, but Cornelia found herself unable to move. Was James OK? He looked like he was struggling with something.

‘MATE’, James heard a voice in his head and the desire for Cornelia became maddening. James was fighting against his urge to claim Cornelia right then and there, but the attraction was intensifying by the second, clouding his mind completely.

James was overwhelmed by the surges of desire that swelled within him.

His wolf was stirring and urging him to claim the female that stood in front of him.

James’ throat was dry like he crossed many deserts without a single drop of water, and Cornelia was the water of life who could quench his thirst. He really wanted to consume her completely until they meld to become one.

His heart thundered in the rhythm of her name. Cornelia. Cora. His mate. His. HIS!

James was aware that Cornelia was several centuries old, but at that moment her eyes full of concern and love made her appear like an unspoiled delicate maiden who was oblivious of the savagery males were capable of. Males, like him. Would his touch desecrate her beauty?

His whole universe was reduced to the chocolate-colored Goddess in front of him, yet he felt like his world expanded. She was glowing like a beacon that showed him the only way to happiness, and his stomach tightened with the need to merge with her in every way possible.

The chants and winds dimmed to background noise, and James could hear Cornelia’s breaths that were in sync with his. She smelled of sweet wild berries, and her slightly parted lips were silently begging him to claim her.

James was absolutely certain that Cornelia’s heart, mind, and soul were his. The only thing he didn’t claim was her body and an irresistible need overwhelmed him to take that part of her as well because only when she was completely his, he could be at ease.

The chanting stopped and silence blanketed the garden. Out of several hundred witches, no one made a peep as all of them were focused on Cornelia and James who were standing in the fountain and glowing.

Normally, Cornelia’s skin looked darker in contrast to James’ white one, and her natural melanin made him look much paler than he was, yet now they were both glowing in pulses that matched their synchronized heartbeats. The silvery light enveloped them completely, erasing the distinction between the two and making them appear as one.

James resisted, he really did… but then something snapped.

“Mine!”, James growled, and his hand landed at the back of Cornelia’s head at the same time his lips crashed on hers.

Cornelia’s eyes were open wide in shock as he was never so rough. She wanted to push him away, but the pull was unbearable as she was fighting against her own madness, and he tasted delicious, and her arms moved around him.

James kissed Cornelia hungrily and his free hand caressed her cheek and then moved down her jaw and neck, and he swallowed Cornelia’s shaky moan when her body trembled against his.

James pulled away and stared into Cornelia’s unfocused eyes that were directed at him. His nostrils flared when he picked up the scent of her arousal, and that was the last straw. He flung her over his shoulder and walked out of the fountain.

James didn’t need to growl for witches to make way for them as he carried Cornelia back to her room like she was a sack of potatoes.

Cornelia was unable to react. It all happened so quickly!

Unsure how to face her sisters after being so embarrassingly manhandled, Cornelia buried her face into James’ back and pretended that she was unconscious.

“The heavens blessed your union!”, Evanora shouted after them.

The witches exchanged confused glances while murmuring among each other, hesitant to cheer and congratulate the couple because they left.

“YEAH!”, Yasmin exclaimed while fist-pumping in the air.

The ritual amplified both James’ and Cornelia’s sensitivity to energies, but Yasmin did it mostly for Cornelia.

When Yasmin found out about the stalemate between the duo, she couldn’t believe it.

Did Cornelia really think that James should return to his pre-Cornelia life without her? How could Cornelia make such a decision on her own?

It’s not that Yasmin didn’t understand Cornelia’s concerns, but that kind of reasoning didn’t belong between soulmates.

Since ancient times, soulmates were meant to be together. From the moment they recognize each other, soulmates become one, and they stick together no matter what life throws at them because separation will harm them both.

What Cornelia was doing went against nature; as a witch, that was the closest thing to breaking the law!

It was obvious that James was head over heels for Cornelia and only a blind person would miss all the signs they were mates, which meant that the person putting a wall between them was Cornelia.

At first, Yasmin tried to talk some sense into Cornelia, but that led nowhere, so Yasmin decided not to meddle. However, how could she remain a spectator when James approached her to ask for help? But casting spells out of the blue was risky so Yasmin needed to find the right opportunity, and then Yasmin heard that Cornelia wanted to take part in the ceremony, and that was exactly what Yasmin was looking for.

Yasmin carefully prepared a potion and arranged that it gets mixed in Cornelia’s and James’ wine during the feast. This ritual stimulated the right components to react, and the wheels were set in motion. Now it was up to the mated couple to figure out what they will do with all that pent-up sexual energy.

With this, Cornelia will stop avoiding the inevitable, and if it succeeds, Cornelia will be grateful to Yasmin. Eventually.

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