The Silver Crescent Alpha Prince Chapter 320
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Dawn lied over him with his shaft in between her legs as she lowered to his neck and chest. She sucked his nipples again and not able to control any more, Daryn wrapped her with his legs and arms. Dawn chuckled and went to other nipple all over again. "I need your too," she said as he thrust his shaft between her thighs.
Dawn got up, cupped her breast and pushed it in his mouth for him to suckle.
"Dawn!" Daryn said as he suckled it crazily. His eyes rolled in his head. His fingers went to her spine and he grazed her skin with his claw. Dawn shuddered in his embrace.
When she saw that he wasn't leaving her, she pried his mouth open against his reluctant groan and then went lower and lower until she reached the hairy trail of his navel that ended at his erection. "Been waiting for so long to put it in my mouth," she said in a husky voice and kissed its tip.
Daryn let out a low growl. He had sweat over his forehead in anticipation. Even though it was early middle of November and the winds were chilly on the outside, they were perspiring, each burning in the fire of their passion. Their bodies trembled and tingled, not from the cold. Daryn was only able to groan and moan and not speak a word as he pushed his cock for her to wrap her lips around it. But Dawn took it slowly. She kissed him on the base and then nibbled his balls. She poked her tongue out and licked his entire length.
"Dawn," he moaned. "Take me in baby, or I'll die!"
Dawn smiled at her husband's whimper. She looked at him and took his length inside her mouth as she gazed in his eyes. She sucked him while flinging her tongue around his cock. The pressure was building and Daryn pushed his hips for her to take him completely in her mouth. He knew that he wouldn't last much. With a loud growl, he came inside her mouth. She continued to milk him until he was spent and shuddering. When he was done, she went to kiss his mouth. He delved his tongue inside her mouth and he slid inside her core, filling both the places with his heat and passion.
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Dawn's muscles clenched around his shaft, her insides clenched and she came. He grounded his pelvis inside her and she squeezed his shaft inside him. She pulled away from his mouth and sat on his as he moved his hips to feel her on the inside. Dawn crossed her hands behind her shoulders and looked up as she felt the pleasure building once again.
"I don't think I can last, baby," she said.
He thrust inside her so wantonly that she burst all around him.
"Ahhh!" she moaned as she came.
Daryn increased his pace while holding her hips and soon with a loud roar found his release.
Dawn licked her lips, looked at him with heavy-lidded eyes and then stretched over him with her back facing his chest. Daryn tightened his arms around her and was now breathless. When he rolled both of them to the side, he nuzzled in her hair to inhale her scent. "I have been waiting for this ever since we started from Amazon jungles. You, our home, our babies…"
"Did you think how I would wrap my lips around you again sometime during the night?"
Daryn pressed her closer to his chest and she chuckled. "Do you want me to last this night woman, or do you want me to die of lust or you may find me floating in the air with all that ecstasy."
They both laughed at actually imagining Daryn floating in the room. He covered them both in the blanket and the two laid side by side in each other's warmth. She nestled into his body as sleep took over her. He kissed the crown of her hair and stroked her back until he heard the even rhythm of her heart. Soon even he drifted off in deep sleep assured that they were both safe and in their home.
It had been a week of hectic office for Daryn. Dawn wasn't going to the office with him. She was spending most of her time at home managing a lot of things. She hadn't realized that staying at home entailed so much. It kept her busy from morning till evening.
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Daryn had issued a public statement in the press that his father Gayle Silver had gone on an extended vacation with his wife and that he won't be able to return soon. Although his party people were infuriated, the opposition was too happy. They demanded elections. Daryn couldn't do much to prevent that, so he just held a blind eye to it. All he wanted was that his father was safe.
The weekend was superb with Neal and Cole making food for her after watching YouTube. Daryn was taking reports from various clan members about Gayle's whereabouts. Nothing concrete came at hand. Even Ileus and Brantley weren't able to find leads. It was as if Sedora and Gayle had disappeared in thin air.
"How is your rugby going on?" Daryn asked Cole while he sipped on single malt scotch.
They were all sitting under a pergola on which Dawn had started growing bluebells. The creeper had started twining through the mesh of wood.
"It is going great! We will be playing against Team Tristan next month." He looked at his sister. "The coach will be taking us for a week's camp to Toronto two weeks later."
Dawn stared at him. "Toronto?" Her anxiety surfaced.
"Yes, everyone's going. I have to go."
"But you are pretty good at it. Why do you want to go?"
"Because the camp is for those who might want to take this up professionally."
"You have a business to run and not play rugby!" Dawn chided. "You better shove those thoughts away!"
"What do you mean Dawn?" Cole became angry. "I will go and that is final. Stop making decisions for me." He got up and strode away inside the mansion.
Daryn narrowed his eyes at Dawn. Before he could say something Neal said, "You really have to stop this Dawn. He is big enough to take his decisions."
"He isn't an adult yet!" she snapped. "And you won't understand. We both had stayed without our parents for so long, hiding somewhere to survive!" she was breathless and choked on her emotions. She turned her face away. "He won't be safe."
"By Skadi! He is going for a small rugby camp, not a battlefield!" Neal countered.
"He is right Dawn," Daryn said. "You have to allow him more freedom."
Dawn pressed her lips fighting back tears.
Neal went after Cole.
Dawn's mood became sour. In order to change the topic to lift her mood, Daryn said, "Why don't you accompany me to golf next weekend? Our Company has sponsored a small tournament for the employees who play golf and some old veterans of the community. Of course I won't—"
Dawn's eyes twinkled. "Yes I will join!"
"—allow you to play." Daryn raised his eyebrow.
"That's fine!" she clasped her hands. "I will go with you." Her voice was buoyant.
Daryn raised his glass and said, "Very well then." He sipped as he watched the look of joy on her face at the mention of 'golf'. "Did I tell you that we would be playing Wyatt's Golf Course?"
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