Discovery of a Queen: Resurrection of Queens Book 1
Discovery of a Queen: Chapter 10

Caleb lifts his head and removes his fingers from my core, slowly licking each one while staring intently at me. I shiver at the sight. His eyes darken before his hand falls from his mouth to grip the base of his cock. A lopsided smirk spreads across his face as he pumps his fist twice, causing my eyes to narrow. I lick my lips, wanting to get that monster in my mouth so badly I’m salivating at the thought.

With a little less grace than I’d like, I move until my face is even with Caleb’s cock. My gaze flicks up to his face to replace him staring down at me with his dragon’s eyes. His hand is still wrapped around the base, so I don’t reach out to grab him, I simply lick the head. Humming in pleasure at his taste, I flick my tongue out again, this time dragging slowly over the tip before wrapping my mouth around him.

Caleb curses softly as I begin to suck on the head of his cock, his other hand tangling in my hair to guide me down his shaft. He doesn’t know I don’t have a gag reflex, so he keeps his hand at the base to ensure that I don’t choke on his dick. My hand comes up to wrap around his wrist, pulling his hold away. I release him with an audible pop, moving my eyes back up his body, ensuring I make direct eye contact as I once again take him into my mouth. Hollowing out my cheeks, I glide further along his shaft, watching his face as I do. His eyes are rapidly flicking from dragon to human, an indication he’s struggling to maintain control. I take all of him down my throat before swallowing around his cock. His eyes roll into the back of his head, his hand fisting tightly in my hair as he holds me there. I swallow again.

He rips my mouth from his cock, flipping me so I’m on my hands and knees in front of him. One hand is on my hip, and the other is between my shoulder blades. He pushes my chest onto the bed as he positions himself behind me.

“Tell me you want me to fuck you,” Caleb growls. He starts to slowly rub the tip of his cock along my slit, causing me to buck against him. A soft snarl echoes through the air as he tightens his grip on my hip, keeping me in place. “If you want this dick, you need to tell me that you want me to fuck you, Ayla.”

I groan. I know I told the man he needed my approval to touch me, but I already gave him that earlier. Why drag this out and torture us both? With the way I’m positioned, I can’t reach behind me to touch myself or him. I’m left entirely at his mercy. I’m not sure if I love it or hate it.

Caleb once again starts to swirl the tip of his cock along my slit, grazing my clit with each pass. He seems perfectly content to toy with me. My hands dig into my sheets and a soft ripping sound tells me that I’ll need to get new ones when we’re finished here. If we ever finish.

“Just think about how good your little pussy will feel wrapped around my cock as I slam it in and out of you. You want it fast and rough right now, don’t you?” I groan. “The mating instinct is hitting you just as badly as it’s hitting me. I want to fuck you so hard you’ll be screaming my name.” The sheets rip a little more. “Just say it. Say you want me to fuck you.”

My lips part, but the words don’t come out. I close my mouth, swallow, and try again. “I want you to fuck me.” I make sure to say it loud enough that I won’t need to say it twice.

Caleb slaps my ass, causing me to moan, right before he slides the head of his cock inside me. Fuck. He’s huge.

“I know you’ll take all of me.” Ah shit, the bond again. But I’m feeling too much pleasure to care what he hears. He puts a bit of pressure between my shoulder blades to tell me not to move before gripping my other hip. Caleb smoothly glides in until he’s balls deep inside me. My eyes roll into the back of my head, and a moan slips from my lips. I feel so full.

“Fuck, babe. You’re so damn tight.” He pulls out until only the tip is inside before slamming home, my hands instantly flying in front of me to brace for the next thrust. Caleb doesn’t pause this time, setting a fast, brutal pace that has me seeing stars in seconds. The bed creaks as he continues to pound into me, both of us moaning each time he bottoms out. I clench my pussy tightly around him each time he pulls out, causing him to curse every few strokes. Just when I begin to feel my third orgasm of the night building, he stops with his cock buried deep inside me.

“Move, damn it.” My voice is breathy and strained with need. Instead of moving, his hand dips between my legs and starts to flick my clit. He starts grinding his cock deep inside me, not bothering to pull out. Oh, fuck.

My scream as I come a third time turns hoarse, my pussy pulsing rapidly around his cock. Caleb doesn’t come and simply continues to grind his cock deep inside me while flicking my clit, dragging out my orgasm. Before I know what’s happening, I replace myself straddling him, his hands on my hips and his legs braced behind me.

“Play with those pretty pink nipples while you ride me.” His timbre is a low growl, his heated eyes racing over my curves.

He lifts my hips, dragging every nerve ending in my pussy along his cock, causing my head to fall back as my fingers pluck at my nipples. Caleb grunts as he slides me down. Before he can lift me again, I start to swivel my hips against his, rubbing my clit against him as often as possible. His grip on my hips tightens and his hips surge up against mine. I grind down harder, faster, my fingers pinching my nipples frantically.

I’m going to come again. I can feel the orgasm building at a blindingly fast rate. I want him to come with me, so I reach behind myself with one hand and start to gently play with his balls. Caleb curses, his hips moving more desperately against mine. His head lurches up and his lips suckle the nipple I abandoned.

I shatter. I can’t scream anymore, my mouth falling open silently. I continue to ride the wave, wanting to milk it for everything I can. Caleb shudders beneath me, and I feel his release as his cock pulses deep within my pussy. I’m clenching around him, not willing to let a drop escape. We’re both still moving, neither of us willing to stop the pleasure that’s flooding our systems.

I collapse against his chest, panting and sweaty. My entire body is limp, and I don’t think I can get up even if I wanted to. Caleb’s arms come around me, and he holds me close, a low rumbling purr starting up in his chest. I can feel his contentment through our bond and his pride at having made me come multiple times. I’ll give it to the guy, he’s earned a solid high five and a “good game.” He chuckles, apparently picking up on my thoughts again.

“We’re going to need to figure things out, Ayla. I’m not going to wait forever to fully claim you. Especially now that I’ve tasted you.”

Ah, shit.

It’s morning when I wake. I feel warmer than usual, and there’s a heavy weight wrapped around my waist. My mind is fuzzy, and all I can think about is how badly I need to pee. I blink, dazed, trying to wake myself up enough to stumble to my bathroom without killing myself. I go to roll out of bed when I’m dragged against a very solid, very warm, very naked male body. Alarmed, I look over to see Caleb, who’s still asleep.

Ah, fuck.

I had sex with Caleb last night. Mind-blowing, multi-orgasm, best sex of my life sex, but shit…still sex. We’ve absolutely crossed a line that we can’t uncross. But I don’t have the mental bandwidth to really think about any of this right now, especially not with my bladder screaming a countdown at me. Prying his arm from around my waist, I roll out of bed and scurry to the bathroom, closing and locking the door. While I may have just had sex with the guy, we’re not at an open-door peeing relationship level just yet.

My mind is whirling so fast I can’t focus. It’s slightly dizzying. I finish in the bathroom and open the door to my room, studying Caleb, who is still passed out, sprawled in my bed. A strange warmth starts to fill my chest as I look at him. No. Panic starts to set in. I refuse to catch feelings for him. Nope. Hard pass.

I’m not going to point out how useless that train of thought is. My dragon sounds smug. Bitch. I think you should talk to him about logistics. He’s our mate, we need to work this out.

Have you forgotten about the archdemon who killed our mother? The one that’s supposed to be dead? The one we just saw very much alive and leading a giant legion of lesser demons? We should be focused on that, not on the monster dick that can give us orgasms for days.

She goes silent. Neither of us has forgotten, the shock and rage are still fresh in my mind. What we need to be focusing on is how to replace and kill that fucker, not how to tie ourselves to the leader of the Council. I press my fingers to my eyelids as I try to remember the last time I saw my mother. How was Malick able to hide himself away for so long? Had I simply been willfully blind?

“You know, thinking that hard before coffee is a sin.” Caleb’s morning voice sends a bolt of lust straight to my clit, making my core tingle. That damn accent sounds even better when he’s just woken up, not fair. “It’s recommended to have at least one orgasm and a cup of coffee before thinking that hard in the morning.”

“Is that so?” I open my eyes to look at him, amusement lacing my tone. He flashes me a lopsided grin that sends pulses of pleasure shooting throughout my body, and my heart trips over itself.

“Aye.” He purposely thickens his brogue, causing me to shiver. “’Tis the way of things, lass.”

I roll my eyes and climb back into bed beside him, curling up against his side. I’m not so sure that fooling around this morning is wise, all things considered, but a bit of cuddling couldn’t hurt. His arm wraps tightly around me, and he drags me flush against his chest. We fit together nicely, despite the difference in height. That warm feeling is back in my chest, causing me to scowl.

“What’s wrong?” he questions softly, his concern evident.

“Malick.” That’s the safer topic. I don’t want to analyze my feelings for him right now. “I don’t understand how he’s still alive. I thought my mother killed him before she died.”

“That is absolutely a problem we won’t be able to solve without coffee.” He leans down to nibble on my neck, causing me to shiver again. I gently swat his arm.

“None of that. Kelly and Olivia will be waiting for me this morning. We still have a lot to do.”

“Aye.” He thickens his accent again, his eyes gleaming playfully.

“I swear.” I roll my eyes. “Do you use that accent of yours to your advantage often?”

“Why? Does it provide me an advantage with you?”

“That has yet to be seen.” My lips twitch as I fight to suppress a grin.

Caleb lets out a robust belly laugh, leaning down to press a quick kiss to my lips before getting out of bed. He holds his hand out to me.

“Come on then. Let’s go take a shower and meet with the others. I’ll be needing that coffee before tackling the world’s problems today.” I take his hand, smiling as we head into the bathroom.

“I’m going to need a boatload of coffee too. Don’t worry, we always have a lot stocked here. I’m not too sure about cream and sugar. I take my coffee black.” Caleb raises an eyebrow as he looks me up and down.

“A wee thing like you?” I shouldn’t have mentioned the accent. He’s going to play it up now.

I allow the Irish in me to come flooding back when I reply, “Aye, a wee thing like me indeed.”

An hour and a half later, Caleb and I are walking into the large dining room of the packhouse, our hair still damp from our shower. While I maintained not having sex, that didn’t stop all the touching and tasting. I close my eyes briefly as heat floods through my veins just thinking about last night and this morning. I want him again, my body craving him like a drug.

“I can feel how wet you are,” he growls.

“Oh, shut up,” I snap.

“Do you want me to pin you to the wall in front of everyone? Have them watch as you scream my name to the heavens? Know that it’s your tight little pussy I’m pounding into?”

I shudder, biting my lip to keep me from moaning. “I said shut up. Don’t make me close this bond down.” I feel as though I’m chastising a child.

Caleb simply chuckles and sits down to the left of the head of the table, leaving that spot for me. Kelly is to my right, with Connor beside her. Olivia is next to Caleb, alongside Malcolm and then Patrick.

“So, are Connor and Malcolm the only other actual councilmen here?” My eyes bounce between the two men.

“Yes. The others we brought with us are envoys that will be staying with various packs, covens, and nests. We also brought along warriors in case we ran into some rouges or demons,” Connor states as he starts to scoop up some eggs that have been placed in the middle of the table.

“It’s pretty standard,” Malcolm continues, also helping himself to the breakfast spread. “Our envoys often replace mates within the communities that we send them to, so we like to switch them out to allow them to be with their mates and start a family.” Interesting.

“Ayla, about yesterday,” Olivia chimes in, a guilty look on her face. “You’re still sure you are okay with the Rocky Mountain Pack joining ours?”

“Of course!” I smile at Patrick, who nods his thanks.

“We’ve talked about it. I shouldn’t have pushed things the way I did,” Caleb says, glancing at Olivia who has a stunned look on her face. “The Rocky Mountain Pack had every right to seek asylum with the New England Pack, and had it not been for the demons, the Council wouldn’t have even thought twice about the two packs merging. While we shouldn’t negate the demon attack, it doesn’t have any influence on the merging of your communities.”

Stunned silence blankets the table. Clearly, Caleb doesn’t admit he’s wrong very often. Connor and Malcolm are both staring at Caleb as though he’s grown a second head. I can practically hear them mentally talking.

“Well,” Connor grumbles awkwardly, coughing to cover up his astonishment. “Now that that’s settled, we should discuss the demons. What happened at the summit of that mountain? We need all the information both of you can give us. Then we need to send out teams to deal with the dead that were left behind. We’ll also need to dispatch our best spies and trackers to hunt that legion down. We can’t allow them to destroy any more communities. They were after something; we need to figure out what it was before they attack again.”

“Before we give our account of what happened on the summit, I want to know what happened leading up to the battle, and during, from your side of things. It might help me better understand what Malick was after.” I look between the four males at the table. The silence stretches for longer than usual, which means that the three councilmen are having another mental conversation. I start in on my breakfast while I wait for them to figure out how they want to share what occurred. Patrick appears to want to wait for them to begin before adding events from his point of view, which is fine.

My gut is telling me that Malick is the demon behind the missing shifter females. I don’t have proof, but it’s just too strange that dominant females start going missing because of an alpha with ties to demons, only to have another pack get attacked by a legion of demons led by an archdemon. I studied Patrick’s aura before agreeing to take his pack into mine, but what if his alpha was doing the same as Morgan? Or someone else in his pack? Shit. I’m going to need to meet and interview everyone from the Rocky Mountain Pack to be sure no one coming into my community has ties with demons.

My eyes flick to Caleb’s. I have more to tell him, and I can only hope I can trust him with everything.