HUNTED

{ Falling for him wasn't falling at all. It was walking into a house and suddenly knowing you're home- r.i.d }

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Downstairs, pack members and staff all stopped what they were doing as Alpha Damon and Luna Aila's lovemaking echoed through the mansion. It was the screams that made them stop. It didn't help that they were all werewolves, and their hearing was heightened more than a human's.

Some pack members looked up at the ceiling or across to where their sounds came from; others chuckled and continued what they were doing. Whereas in the living room, Ajax, Finn and Chiara were chilling and all burst out laughing.

Finn shook his head and put one of his headphones back in his ear as he slouched into the couch and drummed his fingers on the armrest. After the gruesome day before, their Luna and Alpha deserved to fuck each other's brains out. Finn didn't know how the pair went so long without mating and marking.

He hadn't done either, thanks to the hunters. But he knew from his friend's experiences that they mated and marked their mates the instant they found each other. But Aila wasn't like any of the werewolves here, including himself. The girl only found out she was a werewolf on the first day of her kidnapping. So, for that, he understood, and he respected his Alpha even more for resisting.

Earlier, Finn and Chiara immediately felt the mate bond become complete between their leaders. It was a magical moment that stilled the house as a rush of power swirled through them like nothing they had felt before, and each person smiled at each other knowingly. For too long, the pack had been without a mated Alpha and Luna. They adored and respected their Alpha, but there was always something missing, and they knew it was their Luna. Now, it felt like their pack was complete.

Finn tilted his head to the side after hearing Ajax groan on the opposite couch, lying down and dramatically grabbing two pillows, pushing them again his ears. Finn's dark eyes then caught the Gamma smirking at Ajax while his eyes were clenched shut. But she turned her head after sensing Finn's gaze on her.

As soon as their eyes locked, Chiara's smirk vanished, and she stood up from her position on the armchair near the tv. Her face became impassive again while she began pacing the length of the room. Finn narrowed his eyes and glanced between the pair. Did something happen between them-

The sound of a smash and some tumbling made Finn leap to his feet.

"Don't worry, that's just us," Alpha Damon's voice breathed through a mini mind-link to the pack members in the mansion, except Ajax, of course.

Finn and Gamma Chiara relaxed their tense postures as Ajax threw a cushion at Finn.

"Let me guess? That was them?" Ajax asked.

Finn caught the cushion and chuckled, "Yup."

"Atta girl," Ajax smirked. Another round of loud thuds rang through their ears. "Seriously, though. How long has it been now!?" He moaned into the other pillow.

Finn looked down at his phone, "Hmm, it's gotta be nine, maybe ten hours now." He whistled, impressed at their stamina.

"Bloody hell."

Finn turned his head to Chiara's voice. Even she seemed impressed. Ten hours was long, even for a werewolf, but they were the Alpha King and Queen, so their endurance must be impeccable; it certainly seemed so from their side of the walls.

**

In the Alpha and Luna's bedroom, a lamp was smashed on the ground, pillows and sheets were strewn everywhere. Plates and glasses were left on the coffee table, which had been moved to the side of the room. The couch had toppled over, with a blanket placed in front of the fireplace that was ablaze.

Aila and Damon were now lying on their sides on top of the blanket in front of the fireplace. Their antics had left their room messy and a few bruises on their skin from rough handling. But their breathing had calmed down as they lay there.

They gazed at one another as they each leant on their chins on their hand. The pair looked frantic with their hair dishevelled, marks going up each other's necks, chests, and groin area, along with a few scratch marks. Damon grabbed another strawberry from a bowl next to them and let it kiss her lips until she opened them.

His heated gaze stayed on hers as her lips wrapped around it, and she bit into it. Licking his lips, he already knew what sweetness he wanted to eat. His eyes became hooded, and his erection sprung to life. 

What was this woman doing to him? It had only been five minutes since they last toppled over the couch. He had her in the bed, the sofa, the bathroom, on top of the blanket, but he knew she needed to rest. But as his gaze moved from her voluptuous lips and to her crystal blue orbs, his mind was once again made up.

They jumped each other again, their lips crashing against the other; Damon threw the bowl away, making another crashing sound before his hand kneaded her breast then went down to her groin. She moaned and bit into his bottom lip. 

Damon growled in return before pulling back and kissing her nipple as he gently pushed her shoulder down. He released her bud and licked down her stomach, leading to her deliciously wet folds.

"Damon," She breathed. "Damon," She shuddered breathlessly. "I can't," She whimpered a weak protest. But he had heard them all before, the moment his cock was in her, or his fingers or tongue, she completely submitted to him. He loved it; it seemed to be the only time she did submit to him.

His face lowered, and he buried himself in between her thighs, pulling her closer to him as he groped onto her legs. Aila gasped from the sharp pleasure shot through her, and her hands instantly glided through his hair as he pleased, teased and caressed her with his wicked tongue while she mewled softly the deeper his tongue went.

Damon was sending her over the edge of madness with his skilful tongue and fingers now pumping inside her. Every nerve ending in her body overloaded with the deliriously mind numbing sensation. Aila had lost count of how many orgasms she had, but her skin and womb were overly sensitive; each time he touched her, she instantly fell under a spell, and her body roared to life. Ready and waiting for him to devour her.

She constricted around him so tight that he pulled his fingers and tongue out and slammed his length in her once more. That single thrust made her choke on a scream as she let pleasure completely consume her, bringing another crippling orgasm; Damon growled as his eyes locked with hers and seeing her so spent beneath him, he found his own release. Aila's legs were quaking with exhaustion, and she let her head drop back down, her eyes becoming droopy. 

Damon pulled her into his chest, and she couldn't help but smile, letting her eyes close and listen to the beat of his heart. This devilish wolf had taken her in every position possible; they knew each other's body now well and truly, knowing what made the other moan and growl, wanting for more.

Aila didn't have the energy to move or open her eyes. Her core was a throbbing mess between her legs, sensitive and aching. She knew that it would be a little sore and maybe a little uncomfortable to walk when she next opened her eyes.

Damon chuckled, "If you can't walk tomorrow, then my job is done."

"Hmm," She murmured, not even able to move her lips. Aila felt Damon's lips kiss her softly on the forehead.

"I'm so glad you are safe, Aila." He whispered ever so lightly. And just before her body relaxed into the numbing darkness of oblivion, she heard her Damon whisper gently into her ear,

"Sleep now, my little spitfire."