Filed To Story: Veiled Desires of the Alpha King Novel
None of them used any particular technique as they moved on an instinct, an instinct to merge with mate, and James somehow knew exactly where and when to kiss and lick as his fangs itched to come out and mark her.
“Oh, James…”, she moaned, and his lust level rose further, urging him to move faster.
Damn, she felt good. This was the best! No wonder newly-mated couples don’t come out of seclusion for days. He didn’t want this to stop. Ever!
“Fuck, Cora!”, he cursed loudly. “You are perfect. You are mine!”
He gripped her hip and started thrusting into her with more urgency, and the outrageous sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room.
James groaned when Cornelia’s fingers dug into his back and he felt her insides coiling around his cock in rhythmical pulses, and he knew that was it.
His fangs sank into her flesh, and Cornelia trembled under him as orgasm trashed her insides.
James’ unintelligible sounds were muffled in her neck as he filled her with his venom and with his seed at the same time, the pleasure was so overwhelming that he feared he might pass out.
James knew it was done. The marking was complete, and their movements were jerky from the aftershocks of their orgasm, but they were reluctant to stop because they wanted this to go on forever.
The sensation of belonging enveloped two bodies. It was euphoric.
James licked her neck while relishing the fact that he marked his mate. She was his. Irrevocably. It was beyond fantastic.
With this, James confirmed that the stories were right: sex with the mate was the best thing ever. Probably because it was not sex, it was making love, or it would be better to call it making forever since it went beyond physical gratification as two souls merged into one.
James looked at her flushed face and grinned foolishly.
“You are mine”, he said.
“Yours”, she confirmed.
“Only mine.”
She smiled. “There is no one else, Jay. Only you, and it will always be only you.”
He liked that. He liked it a lot.
His tongue darted to moisten his lips before he asked, “How are you feeling?”
She hesitated to answer, and he could see her cheeks darkening as she glanced down to the point where their bodies were connected. He was still inside her.
“I am fine.”
James chuckled. “I was asking about your neck.”
“Oh…” Cornelia thought how she made a fool of herself. Yasmin told her how werewolves were insatiable, and she assumed that James was asking if it was OK to go for the second round. Did he think of her as lewd now? How embarrassing. “My neck is fine also.”
“Cora, Cora, Cora…”, James chanted. “Do you know how happy I am?”
Her lips lifted into a smile. “Tell me about it.”
James’ eyes flashed with mischief. “How about I show you?”
His hips moved, and she gasped into his mouth.
She was still sensitive from what they did, but instead of giving her a breather, James was picking up his pace and Cornelia gripped his shoulders because she knew that her mate was aching for her and now that they mated and his venom was coursing through her system, she had no intention of denying him what was his.
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Talia and Dayson stood in the fountain and faced each other while holding hands.
The water reached their knees, and neither of them paid attention to the chill that enveloped the lower parts of their legs.
‘Are you sure you want to do this?’, Dayson asked Talia through their private mind-link.
‘Yes. You?’
‘Absolutely.’
Talia was confused. ‘Then… Why did you ask me if I’m sure?’
‘Because you are nervous.’
Talia closed her eyes and took a deep breath before responding, ‘I am fine now.’ Actually, she just closed off her emotions so that Dayson couldn’t sense them.
Her nerves were acting out because Evanora’s request for a break was strange, and then Yasmin sneaked in a spell for James and Cornelia when the ceremony was supposed to be just a blessing, and Talia and Dayson had a history of things going wrong… so yes, she was nervous.
What was to say that the witches won’t try something shady to control them or imprison them? What if they want to keep Dayson as a sex slave? Before her temper flared, Talia pushed away those thoughts. Since when was she so suspicious and paranoid? Yasmin wouldn’t allow for any foul play, but… can she trust them?
Talia glanced at Evanora who stood next to the fountain. Yasmin was there, on Evanora’s left, and five more witches stood behind the mother-daughter duo, all of them getting ready to start the third ceremony for the evening.
Talia hoped that she didn’t misinterpret Evanora’s firm gaze and that it meant confidence and not stubbornness or resolve to do something bad.
Next to the seven witches who were assigned to guide this ceremony, Axel was standing with Keith and Cassandra, and many other witches who seemed eager to get close to Keith.
Dayson gave Talia’s hands a squeeze, reminding her that he was there.
“Eyes on me, kitten.”
Talia smiled at the silly Alpha. Was he sulking because she looked at someone else?
Talia’s eyes widened in anticipation when Evanora started chanting, and Talia saw the high-priestess making complex signs with her hands. A few seconds later, Yasmin joined in, and then the other witches.
It started!
Talia quickly turned her full attention to Dayson because she didn’t want to miss a single change in him.
The energies from the fountain will affect them, and Talia wondered if Dayson’s powers will manifest. Surely, he got an ability after Talia marked him (more than once!). Dayson didn’t mention his non-existing powers, but Talia saw him pouting while observing members of the Midnight Guardians pack.
With her peripheral vision, Talia could see the silver flames of the fountain dancing wildly, and the fact that Dayson’s right side was shining brighter told her that the flames increased. She wanted to see what was going on around them, but at the same time, she was unable to look away from her handsome mate.
Dayson could disarm her with a look, a smile, a word, a gesture… and even if he stood completely still, his scent was intoxicating. Everything about him was made to get her attention.
Talia wondered if the chants from witches became background noise because something magical was happening, or because Dayson overtook her senses (it wouldn’t be the first time).
Dayson looked at his adorable kitten whose big, honeyed eyes full of love were directed at him and the admiration he saw in there made him feel accomplished like he discovered a planet or conquered an army of immoral enemies. She had the power to stir his soul, and his wolf, and he was ready to follow her anywhere; across the seas, to the edge of the world, or into a fountain in the realm where witches rule.
The truth was that Dayson was not eager to go through this ceremony where he would be exposed to magic. His previous experiences taught him that nothing good happens when someone casts a spell on him. But he couldn’t deny anything to Talia, not when he was so excited about a thing they were about to do together. This ceremony was important to her, and he didn’t want to be the sourpuss. However, he was eager to be done with this and confirm that both Talia and he will end this evening without any unpleasant effects.
The first thing Dayson noticed was that Talia’s eyes started shimmering in silver, and the golden tattoos on her skin started lighting up, giving Talia an appearance of a Goddess. His Goddess.
Talia inhaled deeply and smiled at the sensation of energy that tickled her toes and climbed up her calves, thighs… making her feel weightless like physical constraints were voided. It was ethereal.
Were the golden designs on her body lighting up? Probably.
She wished for a big mirror so that she can see this awe-inspiring spectacle. She regretted not getting her phone so that someone records this, and she would watch it later. It would be a wonderful memory of her and Dayson glowing in the fountain while magic envelops them.
Talia’s brows came together when she realized that Dayson was not glowing. It was the opposite; his golden tattoos turned darker.
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