HUNTED

[AN: Music Recommendation: Feel It by Michele Morrone]

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Damon stilled at her words, not believing his ears. He searched her crystal blue eyes and saw the passion behind them transformed into blue flames burning wildly. Burning in need, burning for him. Was she giving her consent to claim her? 

Before he made a move, Aila used some of her wolf's strength and flipped him over, so she now straddled him. A smirk formed on her lips at his shocked features. Aila was also stunned by the words he spoke; she knew actions spoke louder than words, but she believed everything leaving those beautiful lips. Damon wasn't just some f-boy; he was an Alpha that always got what he wanted; his patience with her, even at the stretch of his struggles to dominate and claim her was what made her officially give in. 

Aila leaned down and captured his lips in hers, her body grinding against his while his hands entangled in her hair that fell around them like their own personal waterfall. Their kiss deepened, and she felt the tingling of power pulse between them, as once again, the power shifted, and he took control. His hands left her hair and trailed down her body, leaving behind a trail of goosebumps and the burning sensation from his touch. 

Before she knew what he was doing, he lifted her, and she clung to him, her legs wrapped around him. Their kiss did not break as she felt the vibrations of his legs carrying her somewhere. Somehow the jacket she wore slipped away from her and fell to the ground; she was too consumed in the moment, in him, to analyse everything. 

Aila gasped; a cold object was behind her back, and when she opened her eyes, she realised Damon had carried her to the cave, and she is now lodged between the cave wall and him. His hips kept her securely against the cave wall. While he reached for her top, she lifted her hands up, and he pulled it over her head and dropped it to the ground. 

Damon stopped briefly to appreciate her body before unclasping her strapless bra swiftly and without trouble in one hand. His eyes looked at her plump breasts hungrily, and Aila yelped when his head leaned down and went straight for one of them, immediately sucking on one of her buds, while the other hand began massaging the other breast. As his finger grazed her nipple and his tongue flickered on the other, pleasure shot down to her core, and she leaned her head back with a small gasp. 

Aila was in a pleasurable bliss, and it was only from him playing with her breasts. Her underwear was already damp with desire, and she wanted him, but as she looked down at him, guilt suddenly flared up in her stomach. Even after the trouble she caused him tonight, how angry she made him, and he was the one putting all the effort in to make her night pleasurable. Or was this him punishing her? 

Damon had spent weeks dominating her with his fingers or mouth to the point of her submission. Now she wanted him at her mercy before completely being consumed into the blissfulness that would become of the night. She wanted to do this for him. 

"Wait."

Damon watched her through some of his hair; he wanted to devour her. Her plea made him stop and look at her; he bit his tongue and hoped she wasn't backing down now. His cock was already pulsing, and he was ready to explode. Damon wanted to be inside her, hear her moans while he ravished her senseless. But of course, if she said stop, then he would stop.

Aila grabbed his hair tightly; her eyes were burning with so much desire as she whispered, "I want to repay the favour of all that you have done for me the last few weeks." Her hand trailed down to the waistband of his jeans.

Damon's eyes widened slightly from her words; her touch set aflame his skin. He recovered himself and responded, "This isn't a point system Aila."

"Then let it be my punishment.. For all the trouble I have put you through." Her sultry voice made his eyes darken. With swiftness, she unwrapped her legs and dropped to her feet while he stepped back. 

Without needing any prompting, he took charge, "Get on your knees, Aila," He murmured, his tone soft.

When she stepped back and began to lower, one of his large hands entangled in her hair, tugging lightly. His action caused her core to throb; she felt so turned on right now. His grip didn't falter in her hair as she sank to her knees. His other hand came out, and his thumb glided along her bottom lip, his eyes darkening as he did so. 

"Undo my jeans," Damon's voice was low and husky. His eyes were locked with hers, ensnaring her; she couldn't look away.

Aila began undoing his jeans and dropped them to the ground with their eyes locked. Her heart thudded against her chest, and her breathing became a little short as she eyed the bulge in his boxers. Aila couldn't resist and trailed a finger up the entire length of his bulging shaft, earning a sharp intake of breath from Damon. A smile played on her lips before she dropped his boxers down.

Her eyes were glued to his shaft as it sprung free, realising what was about to go in her mouth. She had no idea how it was going to fit in her mouth, let alone her pussy. Her lower region dampened and throbbed even more by the idea of it. 

Aila opened her mouth and flickered her eyes up to meet his after he tightened his hold in her hair. He pressed the head of his shaft against her tongue, and his eyes became hooded. She took the lead a little from there; teasing him by trailing her tongue up and down the length of him, he growled lowly before leaning his hips forward more for her to take it.

"Wrap your lips around it." His command was low and husky. 

Aila opened her mouth and closed her lips around the head. His cock slid inside her mouth, and she tried to accommodate for his thickness. Damon thrust slowly into her mouth, his hand guiding the back of her head as he did so. Their eyes met, and he picked up the pace; her eyes widened as his length slammed in and out of her mouth. She placed her hands on his thighs for balance against his thrusts. 

Aila tried not to choke on his thick member as her throat constricted at his brutal assault, but after a few more relentless thrusts, her throat opened up even more to accommodate all of him. 

Damon looked down at Aila and was in awe at how she took and handled his brutal assault. He watched his cock sliding in and out of her at a rapid pace; her eyes became watery while his own roamed down to her bare chest. Such a beautiful sight. He knew he was hungry for her, starving for her, but he didn't realise how much he did want to punish her and get even more enjoyment out of it. 

Her moan vibrated against his shaft and sent him over the edge; he groaned out, "Swallow it." His grip tightened in her hair. 

Warm liquid splashed against her tongue as Damon's rough pace slowed down. Her eyes never left his, and she watched as awe ran across his features while she swallowed his seed. His hands left her hair as he pulled out.

"Fuck, Aila," His thumb brushed against her slightly swollen lips. Her lips curled up into a smile. 

Damon bent down and lifted her back up; her legs wrapped around him again, and she found herself once again leaning against the wall. Shock filled her features as he began to undo her jeans.

"Don't you need like 15 minutes or something?" She questioned as a rosy hue tinted her cheeks.

Damon chuckled, "Not with you." He smashed his lips into hers and breathed against them, "You're so beautiful, and you're all mine."

Aila moaned into his lips as his finger found her wet slit, "And always so ready for me." 

As he locked her with his hips into the wall, he began pulling her jeans and underwear down, enough for his newly hardened shaft to press up against her entrance. She gasped and bit her lip, ready for the intrusion.

"Alpha, Luna. There's a problem."