Chapter 752 – Hidden Desires of the Werewolf King Novel

Filed To Story: Veiled Desires of the Alpha King Novel

Dayson slid off the barstool and turned her to face the kitchen island.

He pushed the plates and utensils away haphazardly; the knife and fork clattered on the floor tiles.

Talia felt him holding onto her left knee, lifting her leg up while applying pressure on her back, pushing her to lean on the kitchen island.

The cold granite felt icy against her bare breasts, her nipples hardened in an instant. A second later, it didn’t feel so cold anymore.

Dayson lifted her left leg until it got on the kitchen island, and then he adjusted her hips so that her ass sticks out for a perfect angle.

“Ahh…” Talia exhaled loudly when Dayson entered her from behind.

Her legs were spread widely, making her exposed and available for Dayson to do what he pleases.

The first few thrusts were slow and careful, and then Dayson gripped her hips and started moving vigorously. Talia saw stars in the middle of the day, that assault on her insides was just what she wanted, but somehow… she wanted more. Faster, harder.

‘Spank me, Dayson.’ She spoke into their mind-link.

‘SLAP!’

Talia moaned loudly as the pain radiated to amplify her pleasure.

‘Again! Harder!’

Dayson was more than happy to fulfill what his mate wanted.

He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled back. Talia’s body arched as the tension increased, making her feel like a string on a bow.

“Ah-mmhm-ah-ughdm-ahhh…” Unintelligible sounds left her lips, each louder than the previous one, and then she cried to the heavens as she exploded into a mind-shattering orgasm.

Dayson groaned while rocking into her in jerky movements, wondering if this load will contribute to that winning seed that will make their pup. He was excited and terrified at the possibility of that happening.

Talia’s mind was spinning, and she vaguely registered that plates with food were now broken on the floor; the mess of food and ceramic was everywhere. The sensation of Dayson’s arms around her and the way her body swayed told her he was carrying her upstairs.

Dayson placed Talia on the bed and kissed her deeply.

“Do you want more?” He spoke against her lips.

“Yes,” she breathed.

Dayson grinned. “Feel free to take as much as you want, kitten. I am all yours.”

Talia’s fingers dug into his back, and he couldn’t react in time when she moved like a flash and her lips latched on her mark that was on his neck.

Dayson’s whole body shook, and a throaty moan formed in his chest. By the time he realized what was going on, Dayson was on his back with Talia straddling him.

“Mine. Mine…” She chanted while raking his chest with her nails.

The pink marks were a sign she was doing it with force, but Dayson wouldn’t mind even if she drew blood.

Talia stared at him with unfocused eyes as she felt the stretch of him entering her. It was all amplified by the sparks of their bond, making it addictive, and they both craved for more.

Dayson caressed her body and let her set the pace.

She was almost there when her movements became jerky, and Dayson grabbed her hips and lifted her slightly, and then he started pounding himself into her from below.

Talia threw her head backward and moaned loudly, and Dayson loved the sight of her breasts bouncing.

Dayson enjoyed the sex, he really did. But what made it all better was Talia who was lost in lust, letting him see this vulnerable side of her. It was all so much more important because Dayson knew that this sight, this right here, was only for him to see. No one ever got this access, and no one ever will. And that made him want to work harder to please her, so she won’t have any regrets.

Talia was taking in every inch he had to offer, and she moved in the rhythm he set, those small rotations of her hips increased their pleasure, and he couldn’t believe how good it felt. She was fantastic. Perfect. For him.

Talia growled as another orgasm trashed her insides, and Dayson continued thrusting into her until she collapsed on top of him.

Dayson kissed her eyes and cheeks and waited for her to catch her breath, knowing that this was just a small break because his kitten was not sated yet. Two minutes later, they were back at it again, and he wished that this heat thing can last forever.

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Declyn stood in front of a digital keypad. He pressed an eight-digit code, and the door clicked open.

Declyn entered the dark apartment and frowned at the stale air. It seemed like no one had been there for years. Did he get into the wrong place?

This was one of many apartments owned by the Guardians. They owned properties all over the world. It allowed them to move among humans without leaving a trail by staying in hotels.

“You are late,” A gravely voice was heard from the darkness.

Declyn smirked when he recognized the voice. It was Gregory, and that meant he was in the right place.

“It was not easy to find him,” Declyn said and pulled the man to the front who was hiding behind him.

A soft click was heard, and warm light illuminated the area.

It was the living room of an apartment where furniture was covered in white bedsheets.

The only non-covered piece of furniture was a sofa where Gregory was sitting. The brown floor lamp that illuminated the space was on his right.

Declyn frowned at Gregory’s mangled face.

“Did you get hit by a truck?”, Declyn asked.

Every Guardian has an impressive physique. Their flesh is resistant to cold, heat, and other things that could cause injuries, such as cuts and bruises. Declyn’s deformed face didn’t belong to a Guardian unless he was hit by a truck. Or a tank. Did he try to stop an airplane with his head?

Gregory didn’t respond, and Declyn came up with his own theory. “Did Alpha Natalia do this to you?” He knew that Gregory left their Castle in pursuit of Alpha Natalia.

Gregory narrowed his eyes at Declyn. “Do I need to teach you to keep your mouth shut?” By the time he finished, he was looking at the man next to Declyn.

“Do you still have your healing, Stephan?” Gregory asked while gesturing toward his face. “Come here and fix this.”

Guardians have an impressive physique, but it comes at the cost of slow healing. A broken bone could take years to heal, which normally wouldn’t be much for a Guardian with plenty of time available. However, Gregory was in a hurry.

“Why are you hesitating?” Gregory snapped at the man.

“I told you that I am not a Guardian anymore. I am just a man.” He turned to Declyn. “You didn’t tell me that the patient was this guy when you dragged me here. I had an important meeting, two of them.”

Gregory’s temper flared at the blatant disrespect, and the air crackled around him, as if it was solidifying.

“Decades away from the Castle made you forget who I am, Stephan,” Gregory said in a dangerously low voice. “We can do this easy way or the hard way. It’s up to you.”

Stephan knew that Gregory wouldn’t dare to kill him. After all, he was the only Guardian who could heal others. Actually, his ability was not healing. It was the reversal of time. By focusing on a specific area and exerting energy, Stephan could restore it to its previous state.

Stephan wouldn’t die from some pressure and lack of air, but the pain and suffering were real. Now that he found out that Declyn brought him here to fix up Gregory, it was obvious that he couldn’t leave until he accomplished that task.

“OK,” he squeezed through his teeth, and then he breathed with ease.

He approached Gregory and cocked an eyebrow. “Do you want me to make you pretty while I’m at it?” He chuckled and extended his hands, palms hovering an inch away from Gregory’s face.

A warm sensation spread from Stephan’s palms, and Gregory’s nose straightened as swelling and bruises faded within seconds.

Declyn moved to open a window. He was desperate for some fresh air.

The whole process of fixing up Gregory lasted less than a minute.

“Can I go now?” Stephan asked.

Declyn nodded. “Next time when you move, let me know.” It took extra effort to locate Stephan because he didn’t leave a forwarding address at his previous place.

Stephan snorted. “Next time I move, I will be more careful not to leave traces behind. This stunt of yours cost me two clients.”

Declyn rolled his eyes and pulled a platinum-colored card from his pocket. “There is a hundred thousand on this. That should lessen the blow of losing clients.”

Stephan snatched the card. “It’s a start.”

He moved toward the door, and when he touched the doorknob, he heard Gregory saying, “Until next time, Stephan.”

“Let’s hope there is no next time,” Stephan retorted, and the apartment door closed with a bang behind him.

Declyn walked closer to Gregory and observed his face.

“Stephan did a good job. You look younger.” He rubbed his chin. “I regret not asking him to make me younger also.”

Gregory was not in the mood for jokes. Age and external appearance didn’t mean anything to them. “Did you get the information I asked for?”

“I did,” Declyn said. “But first, I want to hear what you found out.”

Gregory frowned, and Declyn sat next to him on the sofa like he didn’t notice.

“It’s only fair to exchange information. Don’t you think so?” Declyn asked.

Gregory gave up. He knew that bickering would only delay the progress, and he couldn’t force Declyn and risk angering him. The number of active Guardians was too low already.

“What do you want to know?”

Declyn’s face lit up. He was happy that he didn’t need to drag this more than necessary.

“Who did that to your face? Alpha Natalia?”

Gregory shook his head. “It was her guard.”

“She has impressive guards.”

“It’s not the guards,” Gregory grumbled. “He had something. An ability or a spell. Or an item.”

“What makes you think so?”

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