Chapter 871 – Hidden Desires of the Werewolf King Novel

Filed To Story: Veiled Desires of the Alpha King Novel

“Are kids alright?” Yasmin asked.

Axel hummed in confirmation. “Grandparents are entertaining them.” Sophia and Isaac were at the venue already. They were watching over Edgar and Valeria in the family-friendly area that was enclosed and covered with soft surfaces so that little ones won’t hurt themselves.

Evanora and Edgar were set to watch over the kids later.

Two sets of grandparents were not close, but they kept their interaction to non-hostile on matters that included their grandkids, and other than that, they didn’t try to fake pleasantries.

Talia asked Evanora if she wanted to be part of the bridal party, but Evanora refused. Evanora wanted to be a guest so she could relax with her soulmate and observe this human celebration up close.

Olivia peeked out of the bathroom, and she blinked at the sight in front of her. She heard the commotion, and she hoped that she had imagined it. Why were all those males there?

Her anxiety sizzled away when she saw the most dashing man walking toward her.

Travis was super-handsome in the dark gray suit that fit him perfectly, and his smile made her heart flip.

“What do you think?” Olivia asked in a small voice while looking at her dress shyly.

“Breathtaking,” he responded, and she knew he meant it.

“Uhm… you are dapper.”

Travis smirked. “Dapper? I like it.”

Travis leaned to kiss Olivia, and he paused with a frown to look to his left. There was Omega standing there and fidgeting.

“Can I help you?” Travis asked stiffly.

The Omega gestured toward Olivia. “I apologize for intruding, Doctor Travis. I need to do Miss Olivia’s hair and makeup.”

Travis was still glaring at the poor Omega when Olivia got on her toes to kiss him on the cheek. “I will be back in a bit. Wait for me?”

Travis smiled goofily. “I will wait as long as it takes.”

Olivia blushed. His hungry gaze told her he was thinking about naughty things, wonderful things that were reserved for mates.

With everyone busy with their mates and preparations, no one noticed that Dayson and Talia tiptoed out of the room.

Talia giggled while ensuring she didn’t step on the dress as she followed Dayson to another room. He was in a rush.

Dayson couldn’t wait to find privacy with Talia. She looked edible, and he wanted to do all kinds of things that shouldn’t be done when others were watching.

He closed the door behind them and verified it was locked before turning to Talia.

The dress, the light makeup, her braided hair decorated with pearls… it all went great with little pearl earrings that matched the pendant on her necklace, which was an heirloom her mother left behind.

Talia held her breath while Dayson circled her without making a sound. She loved the fire in his eyes that spoke of boundless love and carnal pleasures.

Dayson was a predator eyeing his prey, ready to pounce at any moment, and his deadly proficiency was the most potent aphrodisiac.

“You are beautiful, kitten,” Dayson said in a low growl.

Dayson caressed her cheek with the tips of his fingers while looking at her dreamily. “I can’t believe you are mine. From today onward, the whole world will know that Natalia Moonrider and I are one.”

Talia’s smile was reflected in her eyes. She could feel his passion and sincerity, and she returned his feelings with equal fervor.

Talia stepped closer to Dayson until their bodies nearly touched, and she looked up.

“Dayson Blake, you are mine.”

The growl in Talia’s voice confirmed that Liseli spoke as well, and Sapa howled from joy.

Their mates were right there, beautiful and domineering. How could they resist the call?

Dayson’s arms wrapped around Talia as he kissed her tenderly, slowly exploring her mouth with his tongue and enjoying every little sigh she made.

Talia allowed herself to be lost in Dayson’s opulent flavors of dark chocolate and his scent of the forest. She loved how her body fit against him, even in that puffy wedding dress. Everything was perfect.

Talia’s eyes sprang open when she felt Dayson’s fingers gripping the edge of her bodice.

“No, no!” Talia said with urgency while pushing his hands away.

Dayson blinked. “What?”

“You can’t tear this dress.”

Dayson cocked an eyebrow in disapproval. Who cares about the dress? He was interested in the flesh below that pesky fabric! But he knew that dress was important for the ceremony. The tearing will come later.

He needed to compromise. For now.

“Turn around,” he ordered.

“Why?”

“So I can undo whatever needs to be undone back there.”

“We don’t have time for that.” It took her a good half an hour to get in the dress. It had a bunch of ribbons and buttons that were cleverly hidden from sight.

“We have almost an hour until the ceremony, kitten,” Dayson reminded Talia. “The guys wanted us to open a bottle and drink, but I would rather drink you than anything else.”

Talia was torn. Intimacy with Dayson was always rewarding but… “I can’t risk messing up the dress, and there is no time to get it on and off properly. We need to be patient. In a few hours, we can…”

“Few hours!?” Dayson clutched his chest dramatically.

Talia hid an incoming fit of laughter under a cough. How can such a handsome and powerful guy act like a toddler? “You said that you want our ceremony to be perfect. For that, this dress needs to be intact. Is it too much to ask for a few hours of holding back our urges? Trust me, it’s hard on me also.”

“Kitten,” Dayson said in a low voice. “Even a few minutes without you is a few minutes too much. Do you know how much I crave you every waking moment? And you are in my dreams as well. Only when we are one, I feel sane.”

Talia smiled goofily. Here was Dayson, impatient and horny, and he said some sweet things that made her question if that dress was really necessary.

Dayson’s eyes flashed when he got an idea, and he started removing his suit jacket with a determined expression.

Talia took a step back. “Dayson?”

“Don’t worry. I won’t ruin your dress. Lift.”

Talia was confused. “What?”

“Lift the dress,” he pointed at the skirt. “Let me see your legs, kitten.”

Talia had no idea what he was up to, but she lifted the dress to show her white high-heeled shoes.

“More,” Dayson ordered.

Talia was careful not to wrinkle the fabric, and the moment her knees came into view, Dayson ducked and disappeared under layers of tulle.

Talia burst into nervous laughter as his breath tickled her skin. Did he lick behind her knee? “What are you doing?”

“What is this?” Dayson asked while observing the strip of lacy fabric around Talia’s thigh, and Talia jolted when he pulled it to snap against her flesh.

“It’s a garter,” Talia responded.

“Why so frilly? Shouldn’t it be holding up stockings?” Talia didn’t wear stockings. “And did you lose the second one?”

Talia giggled. “Tanya said that after we exchange our vows, you will get to remove the garter and toss it into a crowd of bachelors. The lucky guy who catches it will be the next one to marry.”

Dayson snorted. “Do you believe in that?”

“Not really, but Tanya said it’s human custom, and it’s fun.”

Dayson cursed under his breath. “If it’s so much fun, why didn’t they do that at HER Luna ceremony? Max would never allow it.”

“Why?”

“WHY!? First, we are not humans. Second, no one will touch the fabric that clung this high on your leg.” He nipped her flesh just above the garter, sending a pulse of need to Talia’s core. “And third, if those single bastards want to marry, they should find their mates and not use mumbo-jumbo related to MY woman.”

Before Talia could react, she felt a snap as the garter gave in under Dayson’s fingers, and she knew that he had stuffed it into his pocket.

“That’s settled,” Dayson said with satisfaction. “Is there any other piece of clothing on you that you plan to give to someone else?”

“No,” Talia said through giggles that died down abruptly when Dayson spoke again.

“Walk back until you find something to lean on, kitten.”

Talia looked back to see a sofa that was facing away from them. She moved backward slowly, and Dayson followed her while squatting. He was completely hidden under the layers of tulle.

Talia put her hands on the backrest of a sofa. “OK.”

“Ah!” She exclaimed in surprise when he pressed his nose at the cradle of her thighs.

Talia bit her lower lip at the familiar sensation of Dayson ripping her panties. His impatience always turned her on, but there was a problem, “Dayson! I need those for the ceremony.”

Dayson chuckled. “No, you don’t. No one will know what’s going on under the dress. It will be our secret…” His breath splashed at the cradle of her thighs, making her giddy from anticipation of what was coming.

“Mmm,” he hummed in satisfaction while nuzzling her folds with his nose. He gripped her thighs to spread them apart as he buried his face into her.

Talia threw her head back and stared at the ceiling as Dayson caressed her pleasure centers with his tongue. He was good. He was the best. And the best part was that he was hers.

Since Dayson brought Talia to the Shadow Fang pack, every day, he would show her that she was his only one. They went through numerous trials, and she knew that nothing and no one would stand between them.

The feeling of belonging was overwhelming, and she didn’t realize at what point her defenses collapsed, allowing her to be unreservedly his, just as he was hers.

In less than a minute, Talia’s legs trembled, and she gasped for air.

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