Chapter 751 – Hidden Desires of the Werewolf King Novel

Filed To Story: Veiled Desires of the Alpha King Novel

The bathroom door was open, and she could see it was empty. Where did he go?

Talia lifted her head to see that the room was a mess with toppled furniture, broken ceramic, and glass.

It took her a moment to remember that she was in heat. Dayson brought her here, and after a chase, they ended up in bed. They were going at it for hours. Did she fall asleep? It looked like it.

Other than slight aches in her back, she was fine. Actually, Talia felt fresh and energized. Her body was not sticky at all, and she assumed that Dayson cleaned her up. It wouldn’t be the first time.

‘Dayson?’ She called through their mind-link.

‘Downstairs,’ a one-word response came, and Talia could hear that he was smiling.

Talia’s nostrils flared at the scent of bacon and her stomach grumbled. She forgot the sensation of hunger biting her insides.

There were no clothes in sight, so she used a bedsheet as a wrap-around dress.

The path toward the exit was like a minefield, and Talia tiptoed around the glass shards while making her way out of the room.

In the hallway of the upper floor, Talia paused at the handrail while looking down to see a wrecked living room. Everything appeared to be new but broken. Talia had vague memories of running after naked Dayson. Did they make that mess? Or did some bandits come while they were busy upstairs? Why was the chandelier crooked? It looked like it was going to fall at any moment.

Talia peeked into the kitchen, and she was greeted by the sight of Dayson’s muscular back as he was busying himself at the stove. He was wearing only a pair of black shorts that fit snugly around his firm ass.

Her man was cooking, and she had never seen anything sexier in her life.

She took a sniff to distinguish scents of bacon and sausage, and there was some coffee as well. She could see a cup on Dayson’s right.

Dayson peered over his shoulder and smiled at her. “Take a seat, kitten. It will be done in a minute.”

Talia obediently sat on the barstool, and she put her hands on the kitchen island. The cold granite felt good under her palms.

She had so many questions, but she decided to keep them for later.

Talia propped her chin with her fist and enjoyed the handsome visual of Dayson making food. It was so peaceful, and it felt like home.

‘TAK!’

Talia jolted when four slices of perfectly toasted bread popped out of the toaster.

She wanted to get them, but Dayson extended his arm, indicating that he will do it, so she settled back on her chair.

“Butter, jam, or both?” Dayson asked while arranging toasted bread on the plate.

“I will have whatever you are having.”

“Both it is.”

Talia stared at him as he applied spreads to the bread. Gods! Even the bread looked sexy in his hands.

“Here you go, kitten,” Dayson said while putting one big plate on the kitchen island.

There were fried eggs, bacon, sausages, and hash browns. Just the sight of that yumminess made saliva pool into her mouth, and her tummy rumbled loudly.

It warmed her heart to know that Dayson was cooking for her.

“Why won’t you let me help?” Talia grumbled when he swatted her hand away, preventing her from pouring juice into a glass.

Dayson waved his index finger at her, indicating that he won’t allow it.

“This is all part of the mating ritual.”

Talia’s eyes widened. “Mating ritual?”

Dayson hummed and lifted her from the chair. He sat on it first, and then he put Talia to sit on his lap.

His arms circles around Talia and he was cutting the sausage into bite-sized pieces while explaining, “When female goes into heat, the mated couple starts with a chase. Any unmated male who dares to come close is considered a challenger. Once that phase is over and the female is ready, the male takes her to a place where they can have privacy and he will take care of her every need and want until her heat is over… and forever.”

He poked a piece of sausage on a fork and held it in front of her mouth.

“You need to eat, kitten. Allow me to take care of you. It is my duty and my honor.”

Talia opened her mouth to accept his offering. She was hungry.

Her chin shivered as emotions overwhelmed her.

Even after all this time, she was not used to others taking care of her. And this was more special than just normal feeding. It was part of a ritual. Their mating ritual, Talia’s and Dayson’s.

Talia was touched that Dayson had all this on his mind, and he managed to do so much for her, yet she was oblivious. He proved again that he was thinking about her and putting her first.

Dayson filled Talia’s mouth with food, and when her cheeks puffed making her resemble a chipmunk, she leaned on him and chewed happily. It was just the two of them, and her world was at peace.

Dayson put a piece of sausage into his mouth. “I’m sure you have many questions.” He had questions for her also, like why the hell was she chatting with the Guardian without running away and calling for help? But he decided to leave those for later because it would definitely spoil the mood.

Talia missed the flash of darkness in Dayson’s expression, as she was thinking about which questions to ask first.

“Where are we? How long are we here? What happened to the Guardian and…” She was not sure if she wanted to know about this. “What about Keith?”

Dayson addressed one question at a time while feeding her, “We are in the Blue River pack territory. Max said we can use this place. We are here since yesterday.” He smirked. “I tired you out and you fell asleep.” He fell asleep also, but he didn’t want to admit that towards the end he was reaching his limits. He was pleased that Talia collapsed first, otherwise, that would be a stain on his manly reputation.

“The Guardian…” Dayson’s brows came together. “He escaped. Max and Tony got the scent of his blood and were looking for him, but they ended up with nothing. It’s like the guy vanished into the thin air.”

Talia guessed that Gregory had a way to conceal his presence, and probably to disguise himself also. How else would he be able to get into the Blue River pack and approach Talia without being caught? And based on what Gregory said, it was obvious that Gregory was at the party when Maddox and Tatiana tied the knot. He was right there, in plain sight, yet no one noticed him.

“What about Keith?” Talia reminded Dayson.

“He will live.”

Talia relaxed visibly. She wanted to know more details, but she could see that Dayson didn’t want to talk about it. As long as Keith was fine, she will talk to him later. Talia vaguely remembered Keith carrying her and her clinging onto him. Will she be able to look him in the eyes?

“What about Grady and Varya?” Talia asked Dayson.

“Maya and Jaeden confirmed that Grady’s death was staged successfully. Today, Grady and Varya will move secretly to a safe house and wait until we return. They need us for the blood oath and to join the Shadow Fang pack.”

Talia remembered that Tatiana and Kalina demanded Grady and Varya to NOT mate until they become members of the Shadow Fang pack, and she could guess that the couple was suffering while waiting.

“How long are we going to stay here?”

“Until your heat passes.”

“I am fine now. It’s gone.”

Dayson smirked. “It comes in waves, kitten. Eat before the next one comes.” He stuffed a forkful of food into her mouth. “You will need the energy.”

Talia felt her ears heating up. Was she blushing? How ridiculous. They already did so many things, why was this so embarrassing?

She grabbed the glass of orange juice and started drinking while her eyes moved over the space. She could see through the door a view of the living room that looked like a tornado passed through.

“Why is this place so messy? Did we do that?”

“Mhm…” Dayson confirmed with a hum.

Talia’s eyes widened as another wave of heat assaulted her face. This time, it was her cheeks getting rosy. “Didn’t you say that this house is Max’s? What will he say? Will Max be upset we wrecked his place?”

Dayson shrugged. “He is rich. Whatever we broke, he can get another one.” Dayson was about to say something else, but he froze at the sight of Talia who was tugging on the bedsheet that was wrapped around her body.

“Uncomfortable?” Dayson asked.

Talia took a few gulps of orange juice before responding, “Why is this place so hot? Or are the sausages spicy?” She didn’t feel the heat while eating, but now she felt like there was a furnace in her belly.

“Eat faster, kitten,” Dayson said.

Talia stared at him for a long second and then she realized, “It’s the heat again, isn’t it?”

Dayson’s lips stretched into a smile. Yup, it was.

“Don’t fight it, kitten. It’s just the two of us. Do whatever feels natural. I am at your disposal.”

Talia cleared her throat and was pressing her legs together while cursing her luck. She was still hungry, but she was more horny now. Dayson was wearing only shorts, and she could feel his erection poking her bottom.

Dayson’s nostrils flared as he picked up the scent of her arousal. Should it come this quickly? He was not sure. But the good thing was that it was just the two of them, privacy, and plenty of time for carnal pleasures.

“I feel hot,” Talia said.

With a twist of Dayson’s finger, the wrap-around bedsheet dress came undone.

Talia felt relief when the air splashed on her skin, but it did nothing to relieve the burning sensation that came from the inside.

“Let me help you, kitten,” Dayson murmured close to her ear, and then his head dropped to kiss his mark on her neck.

Talia released a shaky breath and her legs parted on their own, welcoming Dayson’s hand that ventured between her thighs.

Dayson’s heart swelled.

His kitten was sitting on his lap, completely naked, his fingers slid inside her wet heat, making him feel the addictive sparks all over his palm. Her face was a vision he wanted to engrave into his memory forever. Rosy cheeks, lips slightly open, unfocused gaze… she was lost in lust and he loved it.

Talia’s hips moved on their own to meet Dayson’s hand, and within a minute she was gasping for air as she fell apart in his hand.

Dayson lifted his hand and took a sniff of her juices, the sweet citrusy scent of freesia was amplified by her arousal.

Talia blinked to see him lick his fingers clean.

“Not enough?” Dayson asked even though he knew the answer.

Talia shook her head. No, it was not enough.

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