Chapter 142 – Veiled Desires of the Alpha King Novel

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“I really want to kiss you, but…” He licked his lips nervously. “I fear that you won’t like it. I fear that you will reject me. Tell me, kitten… can I kiss you?”

Talia stared at him while wondering if her ears were playing tricks on her.

Did Dayson just say what she thought he said?

A kiss?

At that moment, Talia was struck with a realization of how much she hated herself.

She hated the girl who was always running away and hiding. She hated the girl who was observing others from the sidelines and longing for normalcy. She hated the feeling of inferiority and being invisible. Bullies, injustice, hunger, weakness, helplessness… Talia hated it all.

The only thing she wanted was to be happy.

Talia didn’t believe in happily ever after. The only thing certain in life was that everything will pass, good and bad. It’s a never-ending cycle and just how she got out of that attic and out of the reach of Anna and Marcy, this happiness will also subside and be replaced with something else.

Talia wondered, is she so afraid of life that she will rather refuse a brief moment of happiness because she doesn’t want to be sad when it comes to an end?

And there was Dayson. An unstable Alpha who somehow got a residence in her heart, asking her if he can kiss her.

Dayson is tall and handsome, and his icy-blue eyes were full of emotions and there was some anxiety as well. Was he afraid of rejection? Talia was not sure. But she knew that if he really wanted to kiss her and she passed on this chance, she would regret it for the rest of her life.

Dayson watched in silence as Talia closed her eyes while lifting her head toward him, like a sunflower who was searching for the sun.

The whole world stilled.

A million butterflies ran rampant in Dayson’s stomach, and he was not sure if those were his emotions or Talia’s, but he knew that he was a nervous wreck.

Damn it! He kissed girls a million times before, and now when it counts he was so anxious that he was at risk of passing out.

Dayson cupped Talia’s cheeks in his palms and took a moment to confirm her lack of resistance which told him that she was willing.

He wanted to taste her from the moment they touched for the first time in the kitchen of the Red Moon pack. Dayson still remembered that initial shock when he sensed the fantastic sparks of the mate bond for the first time and he wondered how it will feel when they kiss.

Well, here it goes.

Their lips connected, and Dayson’s insides jolted when delicious sparks shook his system like never before. This was different. Normally, sparks would start from the point that touched Talia, but this electrical flurry was ignited in the middle of his chest, awakening every cell in his body, and removing from his mind anything that’s not related to Talia.

Her lips were softer than he expected; warm and velvety and he struggled to keep the kiss gentle and not devour her right there because he didn’t want to act like a savage.

Talia subconsciously gripped Dayson’s shoulders to steady herself. She was not aware that her hands were there since she put the garland on him.

Talia relished the feeling of Dayson’s lips pressing against hers, and she was trying to commit every fraction of that experience into her memory.

His proximity. His scent. The way his arms held her in place firmly, but without much force.

Her first kiss. Her first real kiss. And it was with Dayson!

It was a chaste kiss without tongue or teeth, but it still made her dizzy.

Dayson inched a fraction and his breath splashed against her lips, “Breathe, kitten. Through your nose.”

Talia’s eyes snapped open, and she inhaled sharply. She really forgot to breathe.

But, why was Dayson still so close? Isn’t the kiss over?

Dayson let out a low chuckle at the sight of her flushed face. His eyes were full of joy and there was something predatory in there as well.

His arms circled around Talia as he pulled her closer, and the moment her body slammed against his, Dayson dove for another kiss.

This kiss had more urgency in it, showing how much he was waiting for this.

Ten days.

It’s been ten endless days since Talia came to the Shadow Fang pack. During that time, Dayson watched Talia sleep, smile, eat, talk, pout, and no matter what she did, he always wanted to get closer, close enough to touch her and to taste her, imagining how it will be, and he was not disappointed.

She tasted better than what he imagined.

Sweet, inviting, welcoming, his. Only his.

Talia’s scalp went numb.

She thought that the first kiss was amazing, but this was on a totally different level.

It was not just lips pressing on each other, there was movement, and she felt Dayson’s tongue grazing her lips before he sucked her lower lip gently, and then he licked her again.

Talia was in a daze. Was this really happening?

This was not just about the lips. Oh, no. This was also about Talia’s body pressing against Dayson’s and the way he embraced her resolutely with his palms firmly holding onto her like she was the most precious thing in the world; like he will never let go of her.

Passion. Possession. Belonging.

Can so many things fit into a kiss?

A lone tear escaped her eye. Is it wrong to be this happy?

For her, this was a big deal, but what about him?

Talia pushed those doubts away, determined to think about it later and to enjoy this while it lasts because it might be her only chance to experience a man holding her.

She was trying to mimic his movements, wondering if it was good enough.

Dayson sucked on Talia’s lip and bit it and she let out a small moan that spurred him to do it again before soothing that spot with his tongue.

He licked her lips and pushed a bit in-between, asking for deeper access, and her lips parted in response.

She was like clay in his hands, moving on an instinct, without strength to resist this astonishing affection that was foreign to her.

Dayson’s hand disappeared into Talia’s hair, to hold the back of her head as his tongue started exploring her mouth and Talia’s eyes snapped open in surprise at this sudden intrusion.

Dayson’s tongue caressed her little one once, twice, inviting her to join him in the quest for deeper intimacy.

The flavor of dark chocolate overtook her senses, urging her to eat him up. How could she resist?

Talia’s hands laced into his silky hair as she responded to his kiss with more confidence by the second.

Talia feared she will burst from bliss that was coursing in violent waves through her body and causing pressure to build in her groin area.

With every passing moment, Talia kissed him harder, deeper, with a fervent need she never knew before as her body stirred with a desire to get closer, much closer than they were. And then she moaned. Did that lewd sound come from her?