Chapter 814 – Hidden Desires of the Werewolf King Novel

Filed To Story: Veiled Desires of the Alpha King Novel

He wanted to pull out, but Zina’s legs clamped him in place.

“Let me feel you,” she pleaded, and he had no objections.

Owen loved the sight of his mark on her neck. The fiery Goddess was his and his only, but there was also a problem… “George and Dawn will jump to our throats in the morning.” And what about the party in the evening?

“Are you regretting it?”

“No,” Owen said right away. “If I could do it again, I would. And again. And again.”

He wiggled his eyebrows and Zina giggled, her insides squeezed his cock, and he groaned in response.

“I am worried that they will give you a hard time,” he said.

“Do you really care about Dawn and George?” Zina asked.

“No.” Owen nuzzled her nose with his. “You still didn’t answer my question.”

“Which one?”

“Do you accept me as your mate?”

Zina blinked. Wasn’t it too late for that question? But it seemed that Owen wanted a verbal confirmation.

“Yes. I accept you as my mate, Owen of the Red Moon pack.” She didn’t like the pack Owen was associated with, but she didn’t want to be picky about it. He already said that location was not important, and she would be a hypocrite to say otherwise.

Owen’s smile reflected in his eyes as he leaned to kiss her gently, tenderly, every move of his tongue stirred another wave of desire, and within a minute they were back at it again.

…

“Mmm,” Zina moaned softly while drifting in and out of her sleep.

She had a fantastic dream. She came to visit Dawn, and they went to the market, and then a super-handsome guy appeared, and it turned out he was her mate, and he smelled of maple honey, and they ended up having hot sex and he marked her, and she nearly passed out how good it was, and then they did it again and… it was fantastic.

Zina didn’t want to wake up. She wanted to keep dreaming because Owen’s hold was solid, and no one ever managed to excite her wolf.

“Ahh…” A loud sigh escaped her lips because the dream was so good that she could still feel her handsome mate all over her. Well, not all over, but definitely at the cradle of her thighs.

Zina tried to squirm, and her eyes sprang open when she realized that she was unable to move her hips. What the hell?

Still half-asleep, Zina looked down to see a head between her legs.

“What…? Ahh… Oh!… Mmm…”

She was unable to form any words because Owen’s lips latched around her clit, and he started sucking on it.

Eventually, Owen looked up at Zina and grinned. The lower half of his face was glistening from her juices, and it was all infused with chamomile and he loved it!

Owen didn’t feel guilty for waking her up. He didn’t get a wink of sleep and he let her sleep for a few hours (every minute felt like an eternity), and then his restraints snapped, and he decided to help himself. He was never a patient one.

“Good morning, angel,” Owen said in a deep voice that shook her insides.

Zina’s chest heaved. Good morning? Wait! With Owen between her legs, didn’t that mean her dream was not a dream? This was a million times better than a dream!

“Is this how you will wake me up every morning?”

Owen licked his lips in slow motion. “If you like it.”

IF she likes it!? “I like it very much,” Zina said honestly. Who would say no to an orgasm first thing in the morning?

With a low chuckle, Owen dove back to tend to Zina’s most intimate parts with his mouth and she plopped back into the pillows. Even if she wanted to resist his relentless attacks on her pleasure centers, she was unable to do so.

Zina’s body twitched in the aftershocks of her orgasm when Owen crawled on top of her.

He observed Zina’s blissful expression, and he was confident that she was the most beautiful woman in the world.

“Mine,” he murmured.

Zina’s smile widened. “Yours.”

Owen kissed her deeply and she tasted herself on his lips. How come she didn’t realize before that she tasted of chamomile? It was like Owen unraveled parts of her she didn’t know before.

He swallowed Zina’s cry when he jabbed himself inside her and he loved the sensation of her nails piercing his flesh. Owen hoped that she will leave scars so that her presence shows on his outside as well.

Zina couldn’t believe the emotional tornado Owen stirred within her. Her senses were sharper, she was more aware of her surroundings, and everything was clearer. She could feel that they breathed at the same time and their hearts beat in the same rhythm. It was surreal.

The most fantastic above it all was that she knew, beyond any doubt, that Owen worshiped her.

Zina enjoyed being cradled in Owen’s arms.

His hot breath seeped into her hair to caress her scalp gently, and the feeling of their naked bodies pressing on each other was out of this world.

She started the morning by coming on his tongue, and then they made love twice and Zina realized why newly mated couples don’t leave the bedroom for days, but their situation was not normal.

“We should go down for breakfast.”

Owen groaned in displeasure and tightened his hold on her. “Do we need to?”

“Unfortunately, we do. We can’t spend the day here.”

“Why not?” He whined.

Zina loved how clingy and childish he was. Was this the fierce warrior from the Red Moon pack?

“Don’t you need to work?” She asked.

“I will tell them I’m sick.”

Zina looked at him in disbelief. Unless it involves wolfsbane or silver, “We don’t get sick.”

“I saw it in movies. A guy calls in sick to work and…”

“That’s for humans.”

Owen pouted. “How about you come up with something believable?”

Dawn was about to argue how Owen marking Zina came at a super-wrong time and it could cause so many issues, but she was unable to disagree with George. Owen showing his intention of being with Zina was a good thing, but… “What if things go wrong during the event tonight?” And there were so many other things to think about.

Dawn was always carefree and playful, yet now she felt like an adult in the room.

George didn’t think it was a big deal. “For better or for worse, mates stay together.” George turned to Dawn and caressed her cheek with the tips of his fingers while saying, “Even if I knew that staying with you meant I will die tomorrow, I would pick one day with you compared to an eternity without. Aren’t you the same?”

Dawn exhaled as her fighting spirit dwindled. She came to the Red Moon pack with George, knowing the risks and that it will be hard. And she didn’t regret a single minute of it.

“I’m sorry Zi,” Dawn said. “I hope you know that I am only worried about you. I love that you found your mate and that things are going well.”

“Thanks,” Zina responded while leaning on Owen. It meant the world to her to know that Dawn gave up and was officially onboard.

“Does their marking change our plans for tonight?” Dawn asked George.

“No. Just as Zina said, she will cover up her mark, and you will expose yours.” George turned to Owen. “You will need to take care of your mate and mine. Control your wolf and don’t get into a fight. I will keep an eye on you and step in if a need arises. Officially, I am single so I can’t show up with a date, but I will find a way to join you as the event progresses. If the four of us leave together, we can keep our charade going without disturbing the hornet’s nest. Until then, keep your eyes on them, and hands to yourself. I hope that your status is low enough, so you don’t attract attention.”

Owen made a face. What did that mean by, his status being low enough?

Owen opened his mouth with the intention to bicker, and his eyes bulged in surprise when Zina stuffed a piece of bread in his mouth.

“We will do our best,” Zina responded to George.

Owen eyed Zina suspiciously and she spoke to him in a soft voice, “We need to follow their plan. Let’s focus on surviving today and tomorrow we can discuss our options for the future.”

Owen nodded in slow motion. The thought of a future with Zina calmed his wolf and Owen leaned closer to Zina, feeling needy for her proximity.

As the food on the plate was reducing, Owen’s feeding of Zina was slowing down. He didn’t want to go.

Zina could sense his emotions and she put her hand on his cheek.

“I will look forward to seeing you for lunch.”

Owen pouted. “In the morning I run and do the obstacle course. I will be dirty and sweaty and…”

“It seems you didn’t get the news,” George interrupted Owen. “You are to report to your new position in fifteen minutes.”

Owen was alerted. “New position?”

“Someone pulled strings and you are adjutant.”

That would normally be a promotion, but Owen didn’t like the timing. Also, it depended on whose adjutant he became. Did he apply for such a position?

“Who is the General I will be working for?” Owen asked reluctantly.

George shook his head. “You won’t be working for a General. You are now adjutant to a Commander.”

Owen’s brows came together in confusion. What nonsense was that? Every Commander had a full staff, except for… “I will be working for you?”

Owen was a Lieutenant under a General who reported to a different Commander. How did George manage to make Owen into his adjutant overnight?

George smirked. “I am your direct superior now, Owen. I expect to see good results.”

George had two secretaries, but no adjutants. Those were positions usually given to people of trust and Owen knew that George didn’t trust him. “Am I trustworthy enough to be your right hand?”

George shrugged. “I am giving you a chance to prove yourself.”

“How?”

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