HUNTED

"I think someone else has taken them. Should we keep searching?" Gamma Chiara asked through the mind-link, bringing Damon back to the present.

"Keep searching. I will speak with other packs nearby to keep an eye out and to alert me if anything seems suspicious," Damon replied before sighing, "I will speak with the parents."

"Are you sure, Alpha? I can do that if you want to.." Chiara trailed off, seemingly like she was trying to find the right words without sounding disrespectful.

But Damon cut her off, saving her the effort, "No, they need to hear it from me. Thanks, Chiara, keep me updated."

"Alpha."

"Shit," He muttered out loud and peeked down at Aila, who stirred but clung onto him more. Watching her made him angry again, thinking about Xander and the pack members that challenged Chiara. He wondered if he would have lost his mind and tortured those that challenged him if Aila had died.

"We won't know because she will be well protected, and Aila is a force to be reckoned with. She defended herself against us," Darius growled through his mind.

Damon nodded his head, "But trouble seems to always find her."

"Only until the hunters are dealt with," Darius snarled at the word 'hunters'. Those bastards had left many dead; even though there were more of their bodies, it didn't take away the pain of losing his pack members. They were his family. Even if he couldn't remember each pack member because it was so big, it didn't mean he didn't feel the loss.

Damon sighed, "But how long will that take? We don't know how big their organisation really is."

He removed those thoughts from his mind. Right now, his priority was those missing children. He had to speak to the parents, officially giving them the news that their children may have been kidnapped and what their next course of action is. Sighing, he slid out from underneath Aila's warm and luscious body, already searching the floor for some boxers to put on.

But as he turned and faced his precious mate, his chest tightened at the thought of leaving her side. Aila couldn't be left alone right now, not after Hollie and especially not after mating. Damon didn't want her thinking he got his fill and fucked off, although he was confident the bond would tell her that was not the case. They could feel each other's emotions now as well as hear each other's thoughts.

Aila was still on cloud nine earlier and did not realise he replied to her thoughts of not being able to walk. It was something they needed to get used to, but he was more than happy to hear his little spitfire and her naughty thoughts running through her mind. But just as his thoughts started to turn dirty and his rod becoming hard AGAIN, his phone buzzed.

He growled and marched to the coffee table where he left it. As soon as he saw the caller ID, he swore, and after some hesitation, he picked up.

"Ethan," he snapped, "What do you want?"

"Now, now, Alpha Damon. You should still call me by my title," Came Alpha Ethan's response. The dick. He did not like the arrogant Alpha one bit. Gritting his teeth, he sat down on the couch, facing away from his beloved; he didn't want to wake her, but he also didn't want to leave her. So, the sofa was his best option.

Aila fluttered her eyes open, briefly feeling disorientated by her position on the bed, her arms reaching out on the side that was still slightly warm from where Damon had not long left. She pouted at finding herself alone in bed, but it didn't stay long on her face when her eyes that searched the room pinpointed her mate, sitting naked on the couch. He was on the phone with someone, but she couldn't figure out what the conversation was about.

The only thing she could suddenly feel, though, was an overbearing weight of apprehension on her shoulders. Her heart began to beat quicker, and she couldn't understand why; that was until she closed her eyes and felt a swirling sensation in her stomach.

"It's the mate bond. We can feel what Damon is feeling right now," Malia finally perked up. Aila's brows rose from her wolf's explanation and from the sudden calmness rolling off her.

"You shouldn't be so surprised. We've mated and marked, I'm one happy gal," Malia whistled. Aila couldn't help but chuckle at her wolf. But even with her sudden stir of happiness, she felt the pressure again weighing down on her. Was this what Damon felt all the time? He was, after all, the Alpha, and not the Alpha of one pack, but many.

But whatever the other person was talking to him about, it definitely had his full attention. Usually, he would turn around as soon as she woke up, and now that they were mated, he should sense how ecstatic she felt, especially from their hours of lovemaking. The lovemaking still had her core throbbing and her muscles aching. She sighed and didn't mind at all by the aching pain in her centre; Damon was well endowed, making her a fortunate woman.

Her eyes hooded at the thought, and suddenly, she felt a different sort of ache. Really!? How did she yearn for him so much!? Even after the many hours of romping under and over the covers on the bed and around the bedroom? Her core clenched just thinking about it, but she still felt sore.

Ohhhh. "Yep, I agree," Malia sighed, also wanting to please her mate.

While Damon continued to talk quite heatedly on the phone to someone, Aila decided to help him release a bit of his stress. Climbing out the bed, albeit a little shakily. She had to hold onto the bedpost before her aching muscles started working again. 

Wincing, she stiffly stalked towards him, her feet padding on the ground quietly. Once she made it to the back of the couch, she leaned forwards, letting her breasts press against the back of his shoulders; her hands slid down his chest as she nibbled on his free ear.

Damon turned his head to look at her; his agitated gaze suddenly made her think it wasn't such a good idea to distract him while he was on the phone. But once his gaze locked with hers, she saw the irritability melt away slightly, and to prove he wasn't angry with her, he caressed her cheek. Then softly kissed her lips before turning his head back and snapping back to the other person on the line, "I have shit to deal with here. I don't have time to be dealing with your shitty little pack problems."

Aila felt a tidal wave of emotions, his anger, frustration, and apprehension mixed with an intense yearning. She bit her lip and looked down at his groin, noticing he was rock hard. With a smirk on her face, Aila strolled around the couch, her fingertips light on the leather armrest as she did so. Aila was feeling a little naughty, and she wanted Damon to feel better.

With those thoughts swirling in her mind, she dropped down to her knees, her eyes locked with Damon's burning gaze. She watched as his eyes flickered between glowing a brilliant platinum-gold and darkening once more to his molten silver orbs. Aila trailed her hands along the 'v's of his hips, letting her eyes light up with satisfaction after hearing a slight hiss leave his lips as he pulled the phone away from his ear.

"I'm still here," Damon snapped to the man on the phone. Aila wrapped her hand around his pulsing hot and heavy shaft, letting her thumb circle around the head and feeling her core clench when she felt some pre-cum on the tip.

With her eyes back on Damon, she licked her lips and smiled after feeling his rod twitch in reaction. Then she brought her lips close to the bottom of his shaft and ran her tongue over his smooth, soft skin and licking the tip of his creaminess before her lips close around him, enveloping him whole. Her head bobbed up and down slowly while she struggled fitting his size inside her mouth.

But when she glanced over at him, with a tear streaking from her eye, it was worth a little gagging for. He knocked his head back and grunted, letting the phone move away from his face again. Damon's eyes locked with hers again as her hand began massaging his balls and her other hand started helping her mouth with the size of his cock.

Damon's hand firmly gripped onto her hair, and he started to thrust into her mouth, while  he grunted into the phone, "I'm fucking busy now. I might call you later," He groaned away from the phone as he pushed her head all the way down and kept her there. Her throat was burning, her eyes tearing up as she looked at him. "Actually, I fucking won't." He hung up and dropped the phone on the floor.

Damon released her from his cock, and she gasped for air before she went back to work, bobbing up and down. He held her head lightly and thrust quickly into her mouth until he growled and shoved harder. Aila felt his throbbing shaft erupt with salty creaminess in her mouth, and she swallowed it with a moan, licking her lips at him.

Damon's eyes were looking at her in shock and appreciation. "Do you mind explaining to me what that was about?" He asked, his voice raspy.

Aila kissed his length before standing up, "I just wanted to make you feel better."