Chapter 40

‘As If her touching me is not enough,’ Deacon thought to himself and does his best to ignore his inner animal that just wanted to rip her clothes off and make sweet love to her right there in the cold.
‘Behave yourself. She is only eighteen,’ Deacon reminded himself.
Jessica put her nose to his neck. “You smell so good, so irresistible,” she said before kissing him on his neck.
“Please don’t do that,” Deacon said as he lost his footing but stabled himself real quick.
Jessica giggled before giving him a love bite.
Deacon felt his whole body respond to her as he walked up the few stairs to his front door, glad that everyone have already gone home.
Deacon goes straight up to his room and laid her down on his bed. “I will be right back; you need some food and coffee to bring you back to earth.”
Deacon made Jessica something to eat and strong coffee and by the time he got back to his room, she has taken off all her clothes.
Deacon dropped the food and coffee, his mouth along with it, looking at her, touching herself, feeling his manhood stir.
“Don’t just stand there,” Jessica said seductively, parting her legs so that he can have a better view.
“Nope, not doing this.” Deacon retreated into his on-suit bathroom and locked himself inside of it before getting into a cold shower with all his clothes still on.
“You cannot just leave me in this state,” Jessica said, pleading at the bathroom door.
“Go to bed!” Deacon shouted out to her, fighting the urge to open the bathroom door.
“I am not a virgin anymore, I promise,” Jessica pleaded.
Deacon found him against his bathroom door. All his senses heightened; so much so that he can hear her breathing through the closed door, he can feel her body heat coming through the door, he can smell her womanhood; ready for the taking.
Deacon started to take off his wet clothes and was about to open the door when he heard something drop.
“Jessica?!” Deacon exclaimed when he found her passed out on the floor.
Deacon felt for a pulse and was relieved to find one. He picked her up and for a moment thought he was going to go into overdrive, his animal instincts taking over with their naked bodies against each other.
Deacon laid her softly down on his bed and pulled the covers over her. Deacon fell down next to her on the other side of the bed, on his back.
He laid for a moment, trying to calm himself down. “I need another cold shower,” he said, looking at his erection.
After not being able to get his erection down with a cold shower, Deacon helped himself.
‘That is better,’ he told himself before putting on sleep pants. He was about to leave the bedroom when he gave another look at Jessica, ‘can’t believe I was so stupid as to claim a mate again.’
Deacon walked over to the bed and laid next to her, looking at her sleep.
‘Now I know how Emily felt when she watched me sleep,’ Deacon thought back to his vampire wife.
While watching Jessica sleep, he fell asleep himself.
Jessica woke up a few hours later in Deacon’s arms, their naked bodies pressing against each other.
‘Oh no,’ was the first thought that hits her.
‘Did we have crazy s*x or a food fight?’ she asked, looking at the food on the floor. Jessica tried to untangle herself from Deacon’s embrace. ‘How the hell don’t I remember what happened last night? Can’t believe I had s*x with this doosh bag,’ she thought, looking at his neck. ‘Crap, did I claim him?’
‘Maybe I can get out of here before he wakes up. He seemed pretty drunk himself last night. Maybe he won’t remember anything,’ Jessica thought as she managed to wiggle herself carefully out of his embrace.
Deacon woke up and for a moment forgot that it was Jessica that was in his bed. “Where are you sneaking off to, babe?”
“I have to get home before my parents realize I am not in bed,” Jessica said with a broken voice.
Deacon hits reality when he heard her voice. ‘Does she remember anything about last night,’ he thought, letting go of her.
Jessica pulled the sheets over her naked body, realizing that Deacon’s eyes were on her.
“Don’t think because we had s*x I belong to you, because I don’t,” Jessica said, standing up and looking around for her clothes.
‘She thinks we had s*x?’ Deacon thought about correcting her, but then it dawned on him, ‘maybe she will feel obligated to accept me as her mate.’
“That is not what you said when we were making love. Do you want to tell me you got so drunk last night and made love to me and don’t remember a thing?” Deacon teased her.
“Come back to bed and tell me again how much you love me,” Deacon said, smiling, padding on the bed.
“By the way, you are not that great in bed,” Jessica said, grabbing her clothes from the floor and making her way to the bathroom.
“That is not what it sounded to me like when I made you scream in pleasure over and over,” Deacon laughed.
‘Is Jessica with you? She never came home and her parents are already home!’ Deacon felt Jovita’s mind link coming through.
‘This whole parent thing is so confusing, but yes, she is with me,’ Deacon mind linked her back.
Jessica walked out of the bathroom, her long dark hair wild around her shoulders and back.
“I cannot believe that I claimed someone that doesn’t even keep their promises,” Deacon said, following Jessica out of his room, and down the stairs.
“Promises?” Jessica asked, looking at the mess downstairs, thinking, ‘what did I promise?’
“Yeah, you promised that if I can make you orgasm, you will claim me back,” Deacon lied.
“I made no such promise,” Jessica said firmly, walking through the front door.

“You did. I thought you remember what happened between us last night?” Deacon questioned.
“I do, and I did not make you such a promise,” Jessica protested.
“Make me orgasm and I will claim you as my forever mate,” Deacon said, pretending to remind her of her words.
“There is no promise in that sentence,” Jessica laughed, walking into the street.
“Yeah, but then I asked; promise?” Deacon said, walking after her, “and you said, I promise.”
Jessica stopped for a moment and turned to face him. “I did not say when.”
‘Damn, she worked me out of that one,’ Deacon thought, letting her go.
AN HOUR LATER
‘Where is Jessica? Her mother just called the cops!’ Deacon got woken up by Jovita’s mind link.
Deacon looked over at his bedside clock, ‘send her home an hour ago.’
‘Well, she is not here,’ Jovita mind linked him back in a panicked state.
‘Have you tried Ann’s house?’ Deacon mind links back.
‘Ann is standing in front of me,’ Jovita linked.
Deacon jumped out of bed, ‘I will find her.’ Deacon opened his back door before shifting into his wolf form and running to the street in front of his house to pick up Jessica’s scent.
After following her scent for a while and reaching the only kids' park around, her scent gets replaced by that of a car.
‘She got into a car, I am following the scent now,’ Deacon mind linked Jovita.
‘Jessica?’ Deacon tried to force a mind link but does not get through.
‘Jessica?!’ He tried again, but nothing.
Eventually, Deacon reached the exact place he found her earlier and followed the scent of the car all the way to the hotel. Deacon picked up the scent of a supernatural outside the hotel, but then it also got replaced by the same car scent that replaced Jessica’s scent.
‘Any word yet?’ Deacon felt Jovita’s mind link coming through.
‘I WANT EVERYONE TO BE ON THE OUTLOOK FOR JESSICA,’ Deacon used his kingship authority to mind link all the Lycan werewolves, realizing that Jessica might be in danger.
A hybrid at the compound let Michael know about the mind link that Deacon just send him.
“I dropped her off at the club,” Paris said, standing up from the sofa where he was lounging, when he heard what the hybrid said.
“Ok, everyone, we all know what the princess smells like. No one returns until she is found,” Michael ordered his very large nest of Prehistoric, made vampires and hybrids.
Shysie rolled her eyes at the command but does not get off the sofa where she was sitting with William next to her, intoxicated by her drinking from him.
“That included you, Shysie,” Michael ordered her.
Shysie pushed William aside before standing up, thinking, ‘let me go pretend to look for that stupid little bitch princess.’
Shysie had no intentions of finding Jessica as she already knew where Jessica was as she was the one that led her captor to Barrow, Alaska.
‘Deacon might think he is the King, but he will never truly be the king without a pure-blood Lycan Werewolf queen, so the sooner Jessica dies, the better,’ Shysie thought to herself, leaving the compound.
“You. Asks Deacon where he is right now,” Michael ordered the Hybrid.
“I have the location. Follow me,” the hybrid said before speeding off, Michael close behind him.
The rest of the weekend, the whole town searched for Jessica even though their search was in vain, as Jessica was long gone.
The supernaturals have tracked her scent all the way to the Canadian border by Monday before they lost it, since Shysie went ahead and interfere with the scent.
Ann and her parents were over at Jessica’s house, waiting for news while Jovita kept connected with Juno and Mr. Ondrink for any news, but none came.
“I am going to get an aerial view. I don’t know when I will be back since they tracked her scent all the way to the Canadian border,” Ami whispers into Ann’s ear.
“Ok, be safe. I will tell Jovita,” Ann said.
‘Wynn? Can you hear me?’ Ami tried to mind link Wynn, drawing from the motion when she mind linked with him Friday evening.
‘Ami?’ Wynn responded to her mind link.
‘I am going to shift and get an aerial view. Any suggestions in the direction I should go?’ Ami asked.
‘Well, I am back at the council with Deacon and Paris and there is no sign of her here so maybe they never even crossed the border, maybe it is just a decoy, so stay in Barrow, search the area there,” Wynn suggested, thinking it was weird that he was able to mind link with Ami and why has it never happened before.
Paris found himself in the Dungeons, following Andre's scent. Even though Paris came with Wynn and Deacon to look for Jessica, he also saw it as a good opportunity to look for Hannah. First, he paid Queen Amirah a visit, ‘’how are you doing?’’
“How does it look? What is it to you?” She asked, sitting on a throne, the throne next to her, empty.
Paris noticed that Queen Amirah was sitting on her husband’s throne and thought, ‘he must have died when Michael compelled them all to kill each other. She must not be too happy about the fact that the very same person that caused her husband’s death was now a King and accepted by the non-existing council, a higher council that currently consists of low-grade royalties and even some rulers that has no royal blood because Deacon decided to change the rules. ‘We will see how long he rules before the Supernatural world retaliates.’
“I am actually looking for Prince Andre,” Paris gave her his real reason for visiting the Were-Owl's throne room.
“Let me know if you find him,” Queen Amirah said sarcastically, knowing very well why Paris was looking for her son.
Paris went to Andre’s room and found the door locked, but he picked up Andre’s scent, ‘he is defiantly around. His scent is fresh.’ Paris followed Andre’s scent and soon found himself in the vampire wing. ‘Makes sense that he will be here if he gave into his Vampire side again,’ Paris thought as he followed the scent.