CHAPTER 221: ANSWER

[ New World - Bloodfang Castle ]

Velor’s chamber was filled with murmurs as his officials stood in a semi circle, taking diligent and furious notes.

Velor’s voice rolled like thunder but laced with a satisfaction that made the men exchange nervous glances. They made sure they didn’t miss a single word.

He looked pleased...suspiciously too pleased to be exact...as if every detail he dictated brought him closer to something he had long desired.

"Triple the guards at the northern watchtowers. I don’t want a single bastard slipping through. And the supplies...reroute them directly to Calareth. I want no delays. No excuses. Calareth is where the future of Bloodfang will be written."

The officials nodded vigorously, bowing low.

Velor leaned back against the table, his smile predatory. "Good. Very good. Now, see to it immediately.Get back to me directly if there is any problem...anything."

Just as the men shuffled uneasily, the doors to the chamber slammed open with a loud crack.

Niva stormed in like a thunderstorm in flesh...her gown flowing behind her, eyes blazing with fire.

Velor’s lips curved higher. He raised a hand, dismissing his officials with a casual flick. "Leave us."

When the doors closed, silence fell between husband and wife.

Velor turned, spreading his arms like a king welcoming adoration. "Yes, my darling wifey," he purred mockingly. "I am all ears. What is it that brings a frown to your pretty face?"

Niva didn’t answer with words.

She shoved him...hard.

The force made him stumble a step back, surprise flashing in his sparkling eyes.

"You are shifting the capital to Calareth?" Her voice was sharp, seething.

Velor cocked his head, the smug curve of his lips refusing to fade. "Yes," he said simply, as though it was nothing more than a matter of ordering wine.

Niva’s nostrils flared. "But you are not taking any of your wives with you to live there. Not even me. Why?"

Velor’s gaze cooled, his tone dismissive. "Because," he drawled, "there is still too much work to oversee there before I can take you ladies to settle. It’s that simple. Why are you making a fuss out of this?"

There came another shove...fiercer this time.

Niva’s palms slammed against his chest, and Velor grunted. Before he could recover, her hands twisted into his collar, yanking him down so their faces nearly touched. Her voice dropped to a growl.

"Look, Mr. Husband," she spat, her breath hot against his mouth. "I know your history with that place. I know your goddamn obsession with it. And I know you too damn well not to see you are up to no fucking good. You can’t fool me. Not me, Velor. So I am giving you one chance...one...to tell me honestly. What are you really up to in Calareth?"

For a heartbeat, Velor only stared at her.

The tension coiled tight, thick between them. Then slowly, deliberately, he smirked.

"Well, well... Look at you," he murmured. "All fire and claws. Gods, I do love when you are like this."

In a blur, he caught her wrists, flipped her, and slammed her onto the table behind them.

Papers scattered like startled birds, a candle nearly toppling. Niva gasped, half in fury, half in shock, as Velor leaned over her, pinning her down with his weight.

His eyes burned into hers...wild...dangerous. "You think you can make demands from me, little wife?Like this? " he hissed, his voice rough against her lips. "You think you can bare your teeth at me and not get bitten back?"

He didn’t wait for her reply.

His mouth crashed onto hers, hard, claiming. His tongue forced its way past her lips, tangling with hers in a wet...desperate battle. It did look like a very hot, fucked up kiss...but felt like war.

His hand tangled into her hair, pulling her head back as he devoured her, his tongue stroking, circling, plunging deep like he wanted to leave no part of her untouched.

Niva squirmed beneath him, nails digging into his arms, torn between pushing him off and clinging harder. A muffled sound escaped her throat...part fury, part something darker.

Velor groaned into her mouth, his kiss consuming, obscene. He pulled back only an inch, their lips still brushing, his breath ragged. His smirk returned, glistening with her taste.

"Now tell me, my furious little queen," he whispered, voice husky, "do you still want my answer... or just more of this?"

Niva shoved him back, her chest heaving, lips swollen and glistening.

A furious blush painted her cheeks...a stark funny contrast to the fire in her eyes. "Stop distracting me and answer the question!" she demanded, her voice a strained, breathless version of its former rage.

Velor’s answer was not words, but motion.

A low, dark chuckle rumbled in his chest as his hands, which had been bracing him above her, moved with shocking speed. He grabbed her hips and in one powerful, fluid motion, flipped her onto her back again atop the scattered parchments. Before she could even gasp, his hands slid down her thighs, hooking behind her knees, and he yanked her legs apart, settling himself between them.

Niva’s eyes flew wide. "Velor, don’t you dare...!"

But he was already diving down, burying his face in the softness of her inner thighs. His breath felt like a hot brand through the silk of her gown. His hands held her firmly in place.

"You got questions, my queen?" he growled, his voice muffled against her skin, thick with a promise that was neither sweet nor gentle. "Then let me show you the only answer that matters right now."

With a brutal tear, the delicate fabric of her undergarments gave way. Niva cried out, a sound of pure shock that was immediately strangled in her throat as his mouth found her.

It was not a kiss. It was invasion.

His tongue levied a broad, wet stripe over her core that made her entire body jolt. Niva’s head fell back against the hard table with a soft thud, her eyes screwing shut as a wave of sensation...devastating...crashed over her.

"God dammit... Velor..." The curse was a whisper, a prayer, a condemnation.

He groaned against her, the vibration shooting straight through her, and his arms hooked under her thighs, pulling her even more intimately against his mouth. He did not tease. He did not coax. He devoured straight away .

His tongue circled her clit with relentless, precise pressure, then flattened against her, stroking her with a rhythm that was definitely punishing ,yet perfect.

Every flick, every suck, was a word in a language only their bodies understood...a language of possession, of fury,a connection that transcended their argument.

"Is this what you wanted to know?" he rasped, pulling back for a fraction of a second, his lips glistening with her, his breath hot on her wet, exposed flesh. "Is this the secret you were hunting?"

Before she could form a coherent thought, his mouth was on her again, his tongue plunging deep inside her this time, a mimicry of a far more carnal act that he was certain her body was craving at the moment..

Niva’s back arched off the table. A broken, guttural moan ripped from her throat.

Her fingers, which had been scrabbling at the wood, tangled violently in his hair, not to pull him away, but to hold him there, to anchor herself against the onslaught.

"You bastard," she gasped, the words having no bite, lost in a sea of overwhelming pleasure. "You vicious, fucking Alpha..."

He chuckled.

The sound vibrated against her most sensitive skin, and it pushed her closer to the edge.

His tongue focused its attention on the tight, throbbing bud of her clit, sucking it gently, then fiercely, then tracing maddening, tiny circles around it.

"You can tell me to stop, you know," he dared her, his voice a hoarse whisper against her thigh. "Tell me you want my words instead of my tongue, and I will give them to you."

Niva could only shake her head wildly, her hips beginning to move of their own volition, meeting the ruthless rhythm of his mouth. Coherent speech was impossible. There was only feeling...white hot, all consuming, and masterfully administered by the man she had come here to confront.

She almost sobbed, her body tightening, coiling like a spring. "Velor... please..."

"Please what, my furious queen?" he murmured, his breath ghosting over her...a sweet, exquisite torture. "Do you want my secrets now... or do you want to come?Last chance...make a wise choice..."

" Vel...oooor...! " His name was the only answer she could give.

A shattered cry echoed as the tension snapped.

Her world dissolved into a supernova of sensation, her body convulsing under the relentless, worshipful assault of his mouth. He held her through it, drinking every shudder, every tremor, until she was boneless and gasping, her grip in his hair going slack.

Slowly, he lifted his head. He looked every bit the predator, his lips swollen, his chin damp, his eyes blazing with a feral triumph.

He crawled up her body, his weight settling over her once more, and captured her mouth in a deep, searing kiss, letting her taste herself on his tongue.

He pulled back just enough to speak, his voice rough...intimate. "The answer, Niva," he breathed, "is that some plans require a king’s focus. And my focus..." He brushed his thumb over her bruised bottom lip. "...when I am near you, is irrevocably shattered. Now, do you have any more questions for me, or shall I continue ensuring your silence?"