HUNTED

[ Authors Note: I recommend waiting a few more hours for the next chapter. Continue at your own risk ;-) ]

{ Show Me Your Soul:  Show me the most damaged parts of your soul, and I will show you how it still shines like gold ~ Nikita Gill. }

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"We will be bound forever," Damon growled; his eyes were intense as they flickered between hers, waiting for her denial or submission.

Aila's chest rose and fell with his, their breathing became heavy, and they hadn't done anything but stare into each other's eyes. The sound of the shower dulled into the background, his breaths, his eyes, him, he was everything, and she could not look away. Even with their bodies intertwined and nothing between them, it was only now that she felt completely naked, bare in front of him, and he bare in front of her. Revealing themselves to one another.

Damon was her mate, a man since day one she was infuriatingly and inexplicably drawn to; even before she had her wolf, her body knew before she did that they were made for each other. He had seen her good side, her very pissed off side, her stubborn and her ugly side, yet here he still was, looking at her like she was the only woman in the world meant for him. And she was. She was meant for him; she was his mate, the other half to his soul, his Luna and nobody, nothing was going to get in between them. With Damon by her side, she felt the courage to take on everything, 

He was the only one to set her body ablaze with the most minuscule of touches and awaken a need so strong that she could never back away. But it wasn't just desire that burned within her being for him, but she was madly, deeply and irrevocably in love with him. Aila's chest warmed, and her heart swelled with her overwhelming feelings for Damon Steel, and so she said what her heart truly desired. 

"I want to be bound to you, body and soul," She whispered back, and all at once, they closed the small distance between them, their lips crashed into each other hungrily. Her fingers thrust into his hair as his own gripped roughly around her butt cheeks. 

Their lips parted as one, and his tongue delved into her mouth, taking charge of her own while the stubble on his face scratches her cheeks. Her senses went into overdrive, and she lost herself in his embrace, pulling him closer to her as she moaned into his mouth. 

The cold glass on her back suddenly diminished, and the slight vibrations of his steps made her eyes open a fraction. Damon was carrying her back to their bedroom without releasing her lips from his. Aila pulled herself closer to him, grinding on his hips and tightening her legs around him. 

A shiver of delight rippled through her when she felt his stiff shaft slide against her clit as she pulled her hips closer to his, leaving it to press against her stomach. A hiss escaped his mouth as she gasped against his lips, their eyes locking with one another once more.

Aila squealed after being thrown down gently onto the bed; their bodies were apart for a mere few seconds that felt like an eternity. She bit her lip as she watched Damon's eyes roam her body hungrily, looking at her like she was a goddess waiting to be ravaged. Of course, she was waiting to be utterly destroyed. Her core clenched and throbbed in anticipation at the thought. The cold air made her nipples erect, and Damon's eyes pinpointed on them and back to her eyes with a smirk.

He lowered himself down onto the bed and crawled excruciatingly slowly above her, his head dipping down a few times to kiss and nip at her legs, inciting a gasp and a cry from her. Aila couldn't deny that she was enjoying his little show. Her eyes became hooded as she watched the muscles in his shoulders and arms flex, and when her gaze met his again, she felt butterflies flapping around in her stomach. 

His handsome features and the burning look in his eyes took her breath away as he closed the small gap between them, his lips found hers again, and she felt herself becoming lightheaded and delirious as she held her breath. But she didn't care, she wanted him, needed him!

Damon pulled back, and they both burst into laughter after catching their breath. Aila couldn't help but smile back at her beloved, everything felt right, and she felt blissfully happy. She poured her feelings into her gaze as she stared back at his molten silver orbs that made her melt. As if sensing her thoughts, he smiled and kissed her softly before whispering, 

"You are the air that I breathe, my sun and moon. If something happened to you yesterday," His eyes burned brighter, the intensity behind them stilling Aila's breath. "If you..," he inhaled sharply and clenched his jaw, "if you died, then I would die too. There would be nothing left of me."

Aila raised her hand to his cheek. Then wrapped it behind his neck, pulling him down for another kiss. This one was soft and gentle before they parted and left their foreheads against each other, taking that moment of utter silence and stillness to appreciate one another. 

Damon then leaned back, gazing adoringly at her before kissing her cheek, forehead, chin and lips. He started to trail light kisses along her jaw as his fingers intertwined with hers and his other hand began sliding down her body. Her flesh felt feverish, hot, and cold under his touch, and she found herself breathing heavily again. 

His kisses trailed down her heated skin, both of his hands were now touching every part of her like she was his addiction, and he needed his fix. Her body was scorching lava, asking for more, and she clung onto his back, nails scratching into his skin, pleading for him to continue. Damon groaned and began kneading her breast while his other hand slid down in between her thighs.

Aila gasped as she felt his fingers tease her, slowly rubbing up and down. He hummed in appreciation when he slid a finger inside of her, immediately pulling out slowly with her creaminess coating him. "Always so wet."

"Only for you," She whimpered and began moving her hips against his finger. Her body was screaming with desire, and her pent up frustrations were reeling, her climax building up as his finger moved in and out against her bucking hips. He pinched her nipple long and hard, sending a jolt of pleasure ricocheting between her breast and core. She completely came undone around his finger with a long moan.

Her hand wrapped around the head of his cock, wanting and needing him to be inside of her. But he pulled her hand away, kissing it gently, "Not yet," he breathed and lowered back down to her neck. Her body felt light from her orgasm, and the kisses he was leaving on her neck intensified her already too sensitive skin. 

Without realising it, her nails had raked through the skin on his back again. He groaned into her neck, and she felt his canine teeth scraping down her soft skin until he was above her partial collarbone. The area itched, with the constant feeling of fire and ice burning the surface, and she held her breath for the inevitable to happen. 

Damon pulled back and met her eyes; she could see his swirling platinum orbs glowing as they searched her own glowing orbs, asking silently for one final permission to make it official.

Aila wanted him with every fibre of her being and their bond to merge. "Make me yours," She whispered with finality.

Damon lowered down to her collarbone once more, along with aligning his shaft up to her entrance. Her slit was already wet and ready for his thick head to enter her. Aila bit her lip, bracing herself for the pain to come on her neck and from what she expected in her core. But he paused and sucked in a sharp breath.

Why did he pause? WHY DID HE PAUSE?!

Aila looked back at him and saw his eyes glaze over. He was pulled into a mind-link.

AHHHHHHH! 

Aila didn't know if that was her or Malia or both of them screaming in agonising torment. 

What was wrong with this pack!? Didn't they want their leaders to make it official?

Damon released a breath, his eyes becoming clearer once more, and his eyes flickered back to her face.

"Do we have to go?" She whispered, and they could both clearly hear the desperation in her voice for them not to leave the bed.

Damon shook his head, "It's not urgent." He smiled, and a flicker of amusement flashed across his eyes after surveying her face. Aila let out a sigh and glanced back down between their naked bodies before meeting his eyes again.

He licked her partial mark before saying softly, "This might hurt, baby." 

She watched as his canines extended out again, and he brought his face down to her skin.