Chapter 681 – Hidden Desires of the Werewolf King Novel

Filed To Story: Veiled Desires of the Alpha King Novel

Curious about the effects of his mark, he licked her there, and Cornelia’s arms snapped around his torso as a hearty moan escaped her lips. His cock lurched painfully. Damn, he was about to blow! But not yet. While Cornelia slept, James was thinking about the things he wanted to do to her, and now that she was awake and clinging to him, James had no intention of keeping his hands (and the rest of his body) to himself.

James trailed kisses as he moved down her body. Collarbones, and then he kissed each of her breasts and between them, another kiss landed on her navel, and another above her neatly trimmed intimate bush, and then he spread her legs wide as far as they go, and he stared into her glistening pussy.

James took a deep breath, savoring the scent of wild berries that intensified due to her arousal.

“James…”, Cornelia called breathily while clutching his hand nervously.

“Let me taste you, Cora”, James said, his words splashed against her tender flesh.

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James stared at Cornelia’s intimate bush as possessed while spreading her glistening folds with his fingers to expose her pleasure button.

He touched her there plenty of times last night, but this was the first time for him to get so close. He really wanted to lick her there.

James raised his gaze to meet Cornelia’s. “I was dreaming about this while you were sleeping.”

She was staring at him without blinking, and the fact that she didn’t object, told him that he didn’t need to persuade her further.

James didn’t break the eye contact as he lowered his face into her, and he loved seeing her breasts jiggling when she jolted at the same time when his tongue landed on her clit.

“Mmm…”, he hummed while licking her. She tasted fantastic! It was sweet with a touch of tartness just like wild berries, and he wanted to drown in those juices.

Cornelia’s body was twitching uncontrollably, so James’ arms moved under her thighs and he gripped her hips to hold her in place while burying his face into her.

He wondered if he will know how to do this right, but her moans told him he was doing fine. Better than fine.

Cornelia fisted the bedsheets and gasped for air, unsure how to deal with this sudden invasion on her pleasure centers. The room was spinning, and she was biting her lower lip harshly to suppress her sounds.

“Let me hear you, Cora”, James spoke against her flesh. When she didn’t obey, he lifted his head to look at her. “Say my name. Say that you are mine. Say that you are fucking mine! I need to hear it. Let the whole world hear that you are mine!”

“Yours… just yours…”, she rasped.

He hummed in approval and then his lips latched around her clit, and he sucked on it while his tongue flicked it in inexplicable ways and Cornelia dissolved in a mass of moans, sobs, and cries, and there was James’ name in there somewhere.

James groaned and continued his ministrations as her body spasmed in ecstasy. It was early in the morning, the day was still young, and they had their lifetimes ahead of them. James had no intention of wasting a single minute of it. He planned to eat her up, and then he will fuck her thoroughly, they will clean themselves up, and then the cycle will repeat.

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After Liseli and Sapa returned from the run, Talia and Dayson went to their room and made love and woke up energized for more lovemaking before breakfast. Nothing was out of place, and it made Talia wonder if she was exaggerating the whole not-able-to-feel-Dayson incident due to the fear of losing him that was settled into her bones.

The sun was rising when Talia and Dayson left their room in search of food.

Talia had no problem being nude in front of Dayson, but once they determined it was time to head out she was happy to wear a t-shirt and shorts. Also, her mother’s necklace was now tucked out of sight, under the t-shirt.

Seeing that Talia was making sure the necklace didn’t show, Dayson said, “I thought you wanted to ask witches if they can help you unlock the message in that necklace.”

Talia puffed her cheeks. “That was the plan but now… I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”

“Why?”, Dayson asked. They talked about it. The necklace was magical, and witches were experts in magical items.

“What if they want to keep it? What if they ruin it? We don’t even know if there is any message inside. It’s the only thing my mother left me.”

“It’s OK”, Dayson assured her. “Follow your gut feeling. Even if you don’t show them the necklace now, you can do it some other time.”

Talia smiled at Dayson gratefully. His words calmed her down.

Last night, Talia left the necklace in the room, because it was standing out on Talia’s (almost) naked body. Dayson suggested that Talia leaves the necklace on due to the possibility of the ceremony triggering any message that Talia’s mother left behind in that piece of jewelry. Talia was tempted, but then she refused. If there was a message, Talia didn’t want to end up hearing it in front of the whole audience of witches. Besides, what were the odds of her mother predicting a fountain in the witches’ realm as a way to unlock the message?

In their search for food, Dayson and Talia were drawn to the noise which came from the garden and they were surprised to see that the last night’s feast that was still ongoing. Many witches were eating, and based on their messy hair and slurred speech, it was obvious that some of them didn’t go to their rooms to sleep at all.

In any case, the mood was good.

Talia met Keith’s concerned gaze coming from the table where he was sitting with Calla and three more healers from the Midnight Guardians pack.

Talia went there to wish them good morning and she gave Keith a reassuring smile. “We are fine, Keith. Both of us are fine.” She knew that he was worried about her and Dayson. “But you don’t look well.”

Keith waved his hand like it was not important. After his last night’s outburst at Cassandra, he couldn’t make himself talk to her. Luckily, the Oracle didn’t appear at the feast after the ceremony, and he could sit at that table where healers were so witches won’t bother him.

Some of the witches were coming there as servers, and they used that opportunity to rub on his arm or shoulder, so he needed to stay vigilant because witches were less restrained under the influence of alcohol.

Keith didn’t regret his words to Cassandra. They were true. She acted against Alpha Dayson and caused many troubles. If this was a normal situation, she would be sentenced to death. How can be friendly with an enemy of his pack?

Unfortunately, Cassandra was one of the few people in the realm of witches who could hold a decent conversation without Keith fearing that she will eat him up.

How Keith saw this, if they decided to return home (or at least to the Midnight Guardians pack) that same day, it would be perfect. But he didn’t want to complain to Talia. She was here with Alpha Dayson, her mate, and Keith was just a guard and he needed to focus on his duty.

Talia glanced at the table where she should sit with Dayson and noticed that the other two couples were not present.

“Did you see Liam or James this morning?”, Talia asked Keith.

Keith shook his head. “They didn’t come out yet. I met Yasmin earlier so I know that she arranged for the food to be left in front of their rooms.”

Talia guessed that Liam and Amelia will stay in the room seeking solitude, but James and Cornelia staying in came as a pleasant surprise.

They all knew that James and Cornelia were a couple, but the fact that they spent the night (and the morning) together, meant that their relationship was cemented. That was confirmation of how one more witch will be staying in the human realm, and Talia saw this as another reason for the portal to connect the Shadow Fang pack and the Silver Flame Coven. Now only if she could find Evanora and convince her to make one, that would be perfect.

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It was late morning when Talia and Dayson found Evanora sitting on the edge of the Silver Flame fountain and staring at the water.

Evanora had breakfast in her room, so they didn’t see each other since the last night’s ceremony that ended with Evanora collapsing.

“Good morning”, Talia wished before asking, “How are you feeling?”

Evanora raised her head to see Talia and Dayson approaching her. “I’m good. Thank you. How about you?”

“We are alright.”, Talia responded.

“I’m sure you have questions about what happened last night.”, Evanora said.

Talia was glad that she didn’t need to beat around the bush. That was one of the reasons why she wanted to talk to Evanora. “Yes. What can you tell us about it?”

Instead of answering, Evanora eyed Dayson suspiciously. “Are you sure he is fine?”

Dayson hid his displeasure behind a frown. What did she mean by that? He was not defective, alright? But he also remembered that due to a nasty spell he forgot about Talia, so he didn’t voice his complaints.

Talia responded, “Dayson’s body is fine. Your healers confirmed it after breakfast.” Talia forced him to go for a checkup. “The one thing that stands out is how from Dayson’s point of view, the ceremony lasted only a second or two.”

Evanora looked at Talia. “And you?”

Talia felt discomfort while remembering the void in front of her where Dayson was supposed to be. “For me, it felt like a long time. The energies intensified my senses, and I could feel everything except for the space where he was. It was like he was not there. It was like… the space where he was, was not there. Do you know what it means?”

Evanora shook her head. “This is the first time I’ve heard of anything like it. But we can always look into our old records. Maybe we can find some clue.”

Talia wanted to agree, but she could imagine that witches had a lot of records. How long will that take? As much as she was hungry for answers, she didn’t want to spend her vacation buried in old parchment and deciphering faded scribbles. And also, what if this was a ploy to keep them there?

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