Chapter 489 – Hidden Desires of the Werewolf King Novel

Filed To Story: Veiled Desires of the Alpha King Novel

After Sapa and Liseli retracted at the back of their minds, it was just Dayson and Talia on that clearing next to the lake with their thoughts.

Talia was sitting on Dayson’s lap and leaning into his embrace. Both were completely naked, and both distracted enough to not pay attention to it.

The information that their wolves have a history together was shocking, and the effect of experiencing centuries of memories squeezed into a few minutes left them with a myriad of emotions that could fill an eternity.

Everything was so vivid, and Dayson and Talia knew that it came from their wolves, yet it still felt like they were right there… loving, yearning, aching for each other… for centuries.

The feeling of being separated was like a fresh wound that can be mended only if they cling onto each other, and they did.

Dayson was first to snap into reality. His eyes moved over the calm surface of the lake that shimmered under the moonlight, and then he scanned the trees and bushes that surrounded the small clearing where he and Talia were. It was quiet and peaceful, and he reminded himself that this was real and that images which shook his heart were in the past, and not even his. Or were they? It was difficult to discern as Dayson and his wolf reached another level of connection like their consciousness was merging into one.

Dayson’s attention moved to the little woman whose bare form rested on him like it was a totally normal thing and he loved it.

Dayson pushed a lock of hair behind Talia’s ear, and she blinked while lifting her gaze to meet his.

“I feel like I loved you from the beginning of time.”, Talia said, catching Dayson by surprise.

“I feel the same.”, he said while staring into her honeyed eyes that glistened with unshed tears under the moonlight. She was beautiful, strong and fragile at the same time. His.

The mate bond allowed Dayson to feel Talia’s love and devotion, and he knew that was real. She wanted to be with him, and she would never leave his side willingly, but the fear of losing him was also real, just how Sapa lost Liseli.

Dayson wanted to comfort her, to give her assurance that nothing and no one will stand between them. And he needed that assurance as well.

“Is your wolf OK with…”, Dayson’s voice trailed, and his fingers brushed the base of Talia’s neck, hoping that she will understand.

“Marking? She is fine.” Well, Liseli didn’t say that explicitly, but she didn’t object to it either, which Talia took as an agreement.

A huge burden fell off Dayson’s chest, but in the next moment, he got nervous. It’s happening! Well, almost.

She observed his expression changing, and then it hit her. They came to the cabin to have three days just for themselves so that they can relax and… Dayson to mark her. She was distracted by the revelation of their wolves, but now she was back into the present.

Talia’s heart rate picked up and she swallowed hard.

They were in the open, completely naked. The intimacy of the moment stretched beyond the flesh. The night, the lake, the forest, Dayson, it was all perfect and she loved it.

Talia could feel his anxiousness, and her chest swelled with warm and fuzzy emotions. Alpha Dayson… the outrageously handsome, powerful, dangerous, cheeky, caring, and sometimes overbearing Alpha was holding her in his arms like she was the most important thing in the world, and he was nervous. Because of her.

“Dayson?”, Talia called to get his full attention. “I want you to know that there is no other man I would do this with.”

Dayson blinked. How was it possible that she ended up comforting him? He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed the inside of her palm. “I know.” He kissed the inside of her wrist. “And there is no other woman I would want as mine. It’s only you, kitten.”

He arranged kisses on her arm all the way to her shoulder, going down to collarbones as his nose grazed her neck, and Talia’s insides melted at the sensation of Dayson’s lips traveling over her skin, delivering a delicious dose of addictive sparks every time.

Her breathing picked up as she became aware that he is going to mark her. Tonight.

Talia gripped his shoulders and pressed into him, trying to maximize the surface of their bodies touching.

“How about we go inside the cabin?” Dayson’s hot breath slipped into her ear, making her hairs stand on the ends.

“What’s wrong with here?”

His head snapped so that he can see her and then his eyes moved to scan their surroundings. Was she really OK with them going at it here in the open? But he remembered that Talia spent many years hiding in the attic and that she loved the forest. There was soft grass below them and the night sky above, and he realized that this place was actually perfect.

“There is nothing wrong with this, kitten.”

Dayson pecked and nibbled Talia’s neck gently with just a bit of teeth, and his damp hair tickled her cheek as he moved. With every passing moment they were holding each other tighter, pulling closer, their movements turning impatient.

Dayson sucked in a breath when she stood up from his lap. Did she change her mind? But he loosened his hold on her. He didn’t want to force her if she was not willing.

He smiled when she spread her legs to straddle him. Oh, yeah. They will go at it. Right there.

Dayson took advantage of this position to kiss her thoroughly, and he groaned when her soft flesh pressed against his erection. Why did it feel like he didn’t delve into her depths for months?

He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head backward. The way her body arched pushed her breasts up for him to feast on. And he did.

Talia gasped when he sucked on her nipple, his tongue doing magic circles that turned her body into clay for him to mold.

“Dayson, Dayson…”, she chanted his name like a prayer while getting lost in arousal that was building at an alarming rate and she had no intention to resist it.

She gripped his shoulders and rocked against him. The movement of her hips spoke of urgency, and her breathing was getting ragged, but Dayson didn’t want to rush. Not now. This was important.

His palms were flat on her back as he got up on his knees, and he put her to lay on the soft grass.

Talia blinked while looking at Dayson who was looming above her, close enough for her to feel the heat of his body yet denying her that skin-to-skin contact.

The moon behind Dayson veiled his handsome features in deep shadows while outlining his silhouette with an otherworldly glow.

Dayson lifted himself on his arms to increase the gap between him and Talia and the moonlight hit her naked body, making her skin appear milky-white, nearly glowing.

His breath hitched. She looked like a Goddess with her hair spread on the grass like a crown, and her gaze full of lust and love directed at him.

“You are beautiful, Talia…”, he spoke in a husky voice. “I can’t believe you are mine.”

Talia smiled dreamily. Silly man. He was the beautiful one.

She reached to touch his cheek, and her hand slid over his ear to caress his hair.

“I am yours. You are lucky.”, she said cheekily, and he chuckled.

“That’s one way to put it.” He leaned lower and touched her nose with his before murmuring, “Do you really think that the two of us together was luck or a coincidence? After revealing the history of our wolves, I believe that we were always meant to find each other. Maybe not in the attic, and maybe not in the Red Moon pack, but I would definitely find you, kitten.”

“Not if I found you first.”

Dayson hummed in agreement with her words, and he enjoyed the way her eyelids became heavy when his hands started exploring her body.

His fingers traced the edge of her breast and slid down to her waist, squeezing and applying pressure just enough to get her stirring. And then he went back up to tease her without touching any sensitive spots, leaving a fiery trail and making her ache for him.

Dayson enjoyed the way her body coiled under his ministrations. She responded to him perfectly. Everything about Talia was perfect. For him.

Talia gripped the back of Dayson’s neck and tried to pull him down. She really wanted to feel his weight on her and to devour his lips.

It took her a few seconds to confirm he was not budging. She groaned. “Dayson, please…”

“What’s the rush?”

He wanted to take this slow. Sure, he could pick up her arousal, but he wanted her to writhe in need, and when she reached the point of nearly losing her mind, he would take her. Well, that was the plan, but then he saw that her eyes were glistening with unshed tears, and he panicked. Did he do something wrong?

“Hey, hey”, he asked quickly. “What’s going on? Are you having second thoughts? If you are, we don’t need to go through marking now. We can just relax and enjoy and…”

“No. No!”, she said with panic in her voice. What did he mean by, they don’t need to do it now?

“Then, what is it?”

Talia released a long breath. “I just want to be done with this.”

Dayson was not sure if he heard her right. “What?”

“I’m tired of people and wolves interrupting or trying to stop us from being together. Mark me, Dayson. Only like that, we will tell the world that we are one and no one will be able to stand between us. I don’t want to be apart from you, ever. The possibility of someone separating us was scary, but now that I felt the anguish of our wolves, I really don’t want to risk it. Mark me. Please.” She inhaled a shaky breath and added in a small voice, “Like that, even if we are not together, part of you will always be with me.”

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