Chapter Thirty-Four
Dax
A laina told me Colin has been controlling the rogues and vampires I’ve been trying to end for years. Colin may have just given me the persuasion I need to create an army. Not that I needed it to convince other packs to aid in my cause before. But now they won’t need convincing. There isn’t an alpha out there who doesn’t want to see the end of the vampire and rogue attacks. Ending Colin means ending the ruthless rogue leader. Alaina remembered this information and didn’t hesitate to tell me once she recalled it.
I could kiss her memory.
We called a meeting with the council. When we did, they informed me they were already on the way, which surprised me. They arrived within the hour, and we’ve just divulged all of Colin’s plans to. Sitting around the dining room, they all appear shocked. Except Elle, who knew I’d be telling her this before she arrived.
I’m sitting next to Alaina, holding her hand under the table when she tenses.
“I just remembered something. Can’t Elle see the future? If she knew all of this would happen to me, I’m going to kill her,” Alaina mindlinks me.
“Her abilities don’t allow her to pick and choose when she sees the future,” I respond. I kiss the back of my queen’s hand. “I checked, already, darling. I would’ve had her served to you on a silver platter for tonight’s meeting if she had.”
Instantly, I can feel her relax.
“Where is Colin now?” Alaina asks.
“That’s why we’re here. I had a vision,” Elle says. “Ever since Ash fought against Colin, he’s been missing. No one supporting our side has seen him. I may not know where he is, but I know where he will be. Colin is gathering his rogues and vampires for war, along with any other supporters I saw he’s managed to sway to support his cause.”
“His cause?” I ask incredulously. He doesn’t have a cause. He stole my mate. And much more. “How could anyone support him after what he did?”
Alaina chimes in. “Because he’s manipulative. This is what he does. He’s probably playing victim.”
So, he’s likely making people believe we wronged their king. Just perfect.
I grip the table until it starts to crack. Alaina squeezes my hand. From her touch, my hybrid self is able to find calm.
“Where does he plan to attack?” Alaina asks.
“Here, at Crescent,” Elle says.
I roll my neck out upon hearing my mortal enemy, the one who killed me, who raped my mate, is planning to invade my home. Alaina draws little hearts on the top of my hand, distracting me.
My mate continues asking all the right questions. “When?”
“I don’t know exactly, but sometime in February,” Elle says.
“February? That’s about three months away. Why then?” I ask.
“That’s not something my vision could tell me,” she says.
Another member chimes in. “We think it’s to gather as many troops as he can. While Colin knows Ash isn’t as powerful as he once was, Ash is still a grave threat and on your side.”
So, then Ash becomes our biggest weapon. The strategic thoughts start to run rampant, and I begin planning how to protect my mate and our people.
The member continues, “He doesn’t just want Alaina. He wants the kingdom. By now, he knows the council has revoked his support and would seek to obliterate him with the assistance of a coventry.”
Witches exercised healing and hated violence. They look to avoid it at all costs. In the past, they’ve agreed to help the vampire and wolf council to take down powerful beings, but only if the end justified the means.
I know about this because my father would talk about this practice. Although he was paranoid, I wouldn’t be surprised if the council had looked into it and the witches said no.
Witches from various coventries would be helpful to aid our cause. With the right witch, they could neutralize any power, giving us a chance against Colin. But that could take more than just now until February to find a witch that is not only that powerful but is also willing to partake in a war that has nothing to do with them. It’s not in their nature. And the deliberation surrounding such a favor would take too much time to negotiate.
“Based on my vision, he will have the numbers. Which is why we want you two to have a coronation as soon as possible. Together, you’ll rule both kingdoms. Then various clans throughout the vampire kingdom will come to set up camp in and around your pack,” Elle says. “How does that sound?”
I don’t love the idea of men I’m not familiar with in my home. But if they’re willing to fight against a common enemy to protect my mate and our home, I’ll learn to be flexible. And if they are to become our people, too, it only makes sense.
Alaina and I look at each other, gauging each other’s agreeableness to what they’ve proposed.
Then the final strategy to aid our cause hits me.
“We accept,” I say. “But on one condition.”
Alaina looks at me. Her beautiful blue eyes twinkle whenever she gets nervous about what I’m planning to say next.
I address the council of werewolves and vampires alike. “You’ll join us in war.”
* * *
Now that the council has agreed to join us in battle and has given us their official support to rule, I’m not wasting another moment without giving my queen the coronation she deserves.
Alaina laughs, thinking the whole idea of presenting her to the kingdom as a queen is outrageous. My darling made the mistake of questioning if I was certain whether I wanted her at my side.
“It’s tradition. One I rather enjoy,” I had said to her.
Alaina raised her eyebrow at that.
I crawl onto the bed to where Alaina is. Her back is against the headboard, her knees tucked into her chest. I pull on her ankle, dragging her down onto the bed toward me.
“I would never miss the chance to announce to the entire kingdom that you are mine.”
Alaina’s violet eyes are looking up at me, her tendrils splayed above her like a halo. She’s intoxicatingly beautiful.
“Don’t ever question whether I want you. My intent on keeping you forever has been clear from the beginning to everyone but you, it seems.” I bite into her neck where my mark is and drink her in.
Her sweet liquid is euphoric, and her moans create a haze I can only equate to mind control. Desperation claws at me.
“What do I have to do to you to prove to you that it’s me who worships you? That it’s me who is not worthy of you, not the other way around?”
Just as I rasp out the words, the idea comes to me.
I roll over with her on top of me and remove my shirt from her body, revealing her voluptuous curves. Holding her firmly on top of me, I crawl backward to the back of the bed. Placing the shirt on my chest, I hold my wrists out to her. “Tie my hands.”
My demonic darling’s eyes flash with excitement, and she doesn’t hesitate to take advantage of subduing me.
When my hands are tied to the headboard behind me, I’m completely at her mercy. Alaina roams her hands over my body and starts rolling her bare pussy against my eager cock while it’s flat against my stomach. The head of my cock appears between her folds when she drags her pulsing pussy back, just to envelop my member in them again.
It’s a slow torture.
I curse, my wolf howling inside of me.
Alaina lifts her pelvis, placing my cock at her entrance. I go to lift my hips to slam into her, but she presses me back down firmly, lifting her sweet pussy away from me.
She can do anything to me. My body is hers. I am her king.
Alaina pursues her slow torture again, slowly descending my twitching dick. Sweating, I bite my lip, trying to stop myself from begging.
Once I’m fully in her, she smiles.
This fucking vixen.
Alaina rolls her hips forward one time, and my eyes roll back into my head. I groan. Another roll, and I suck in a long breath through my teeth.
“Fuck yeah, Alaina. Just like that, keep rolling those fucking hips on my dick. Take what you want from me.”
I may be the king of torture, but she’s the goddamn queen of it. None of my worst tortures could ever compare to the sensation of her. The slow, agonizing rolling of her sweet hips over and over my painfully stiff dick draws out my pleasure for her needs.
My back arches, tension in my thighs holding her steady as I fight my wolf’s dominance and demands to rut her. Because I worship her, I want to show just how much I want her.
I will obey. I will wait, will give all I have. Forever. Always.
Her back arches, and she’s sinking deeper, the tip of my head pressed deep into her core as my length massages the inner walls of her slick pussy. She’s soaked, stretched wide, already drenched with her own pleasure as she takes what she needs, her body molding itself to my hard length.
I submit to her pleasure. Fighting my wolf and desire to rut her senseless, my claws dig into the headboard. The wood cracks beneath my fingers. My mouth salivates, desperation palpable in my need to taste and devour the juices dripping from between her thighs.
“Fucking beautiful,” I rasp, my mouth dry with need.
My wolf visions her beneath me, bent over and me taking as I please. Visions of her riding me, my face and tongue buried between beautiful, soft thighs.
“I’m all yours, always yours.” I moan, shuddering.
Her speed increases, her pleasure growing as she rides my cock, her breasts bouncing just out of reach of my mouth. My tongue dashes out to lick my lips, desperation growing louder.
“Fuck, I need to taste you. Sit on my face. Take what you need from me.”
My hips arch up toward her, lifting her higher on my lap as she slams down to greedily take me in, seeking her pleasure. I beg beneath her knees, staring up at her beauty.
My queen falls forward, her lips colliding with mine. Her smirk forms against my lips as her hand jerks my head back by my hair. My queen slips my cock out of her pussy, rises to her knees, and crawls up the bed to straddle my chest.
“Make me come for you,” she commands, rising to her knees to lower her dripping pussy onto my face.
I lick and suck her folds, tasting my own scent mixed with hers as I drink the pleasure from her shuddering body. Her orgasm explodes around us, her legs clamping my head between her, right where I belong.
My tongue greedily laps up her taste, savoring tart blackberries and sweet vanilla essence as she soaks my face in her release. She could drown me in her pussy, and I would gladly die.
“I’ll gladly make you come for me,” I whisper, licking the last of her orgasm as her demon tastes heaven.
* * *
“They’re here,” Sam says.
I slam my book shut. “Yes!”
I’m like a kid on Christmas morning, eager to get open and play with my presents.
“Mate, are you awake?”
My mate stirs through the mindlink. “Hm?”
“Could you come down here, please?”
The words don’t sound natural coming out of me, but I’m trying my best to be softer with her. She’s been sleeping a lot lately, given all that she’s been through. I just want her to be okay. Moments later, she enters my study, yawning. Her look of exhaustion turning into one of skepticism upon seeing my grin.
“What’re you up to?”
I’m so excited for her to see what I’ve brought her.
I stand, placing a hand on the small of her back. “I’ll show you.” I usher her out to the courtyard.
The rattling of chains, guards shouting orders at each other, and grunts fall into the ambiance. Prisoners, vampires, and the like all stand in line, chained together, being led to our dungeon.
“Who are they, and why are they here?” Alaina asks.
I’m practically giddy. Standing behind her, I place my hands on her shoulders. “They’re all prisoners with charges and/or convictions of rape.”
The sweet smell of fury and a need for vengeance rolls off her, and I inhale it as if it were Christmas cookies. “I specially ordered them to be in the custody of the crown from all nearby packs and clans.” I lean down to her ear and whisper, “I’m going to teach you a million ways to torture them. You’re going to watch, practice, and decide which methods you want to use on Colin when we find him.”
Silence falls as she ponders the gift.
“You want to play, little one?”
She grins.
My wicked mate.
I chuckle. “That’s my girl. Let’s play, then.”