HUNTED

The following day, Aila's eyes stung from the morning light shining through the windows. She groaned and tried reaching out for a pillow. Instead, she accidentally elbowed Damon in the face. Damon groaned and pulled his arms away from her. Her mind finally caught up with her body, realising her mate had been spooning her.

"Sorry!" Aila immediately mind-linked. But from mind-linking, she felt a sharp pain in her head. Ow. It was a headache. And now she felt it; it didn't stop throbbing. 

Moaning to herself, she hid under the covers and rolled over, and watched, bleary-eyed as Damon's naked body came towards her before he too came under the covers. They stared at each other for a moment; he looked wide awake while Aila still had sleep in her eyes.

"Good morning, beautiful. How are you feeling?" He whispered with a smirk. His voice wasn't loud, yet she still winced from the sound.

"That bad, huh?" He said as amusement flickered across his eyes.

"Hmmm," Aila mumbled and reached out so she could hide in his arms. 

But Damon shuffled out of her reach and slipped out from the covers. 

With her eyebrows scrunching together, she pulled the sheet away from her head and watched as Damon went to the little fridge, coming back with a glass full of ice and another full of water. He handed her the water with some ice put into it and left the other on the side table. Aila sat up and sipped on the cool water, relishing in the taste as she felt her throbbing head subside a little.

"Drink it all. Your headache will go soon," Damon commanded. Aila's eyes snapped to him; his tone of voice and his hardened facial expression showed irritation. 

While she drank on the soothing water, her eyes started wandering down his body, but when she looked back at his face, she saw a smirk but an evil glint behind his eyes. Aila narrowed her eyes slightly before shifting over to place the glass on her bedside table. 

"How are you feeling?" Damon asked again.

Aila nodded her, "Much better, thank-"

Her words drew short when she was suddenly yanked down the bed with the covers flown off her, showcasing the light-blue silk shorts and cami she wore. One she didn't realise she was wearing. Damon must have changed her again; Aila cringed as she realised she couldn't remember parts of the night. 

Damon hovered over her. His knees by her hips, his hands by her head, and his darkening gaze locking with hers. Aila felt her heart begin to flutter to life at the sudden change in events, but from what she could feel through the bond, it stunned her. He was angry, but it mixed with desire.

She parted her lips to speak, but his eyes glowed brilliantly like two full moons. Darius. 

"Hello, my love," His majestic voice rumbled through, lacing with Damon's. Her confusion made her reach out again for the bond, this time manoeuvring through easily, so she could hear Damon's thoughts. Aila listened to the end of a conversation between Damon and Darius.

"Okay. Don't go too hard on her," Damon's stern voice whipped across the bond like she was on the phone to them, and his voice echoed. 

"I'll do as I please," Darius snapped, silencing Damon. 

Aila and Damon/ Darius continued to stare at each other before she relaxed her hold on the mind reading power, which she found so bizarre after listening to Damon and Darius talk to each other. They were one and the same, yet, she could tell the difference between them. Darius, of course, was more aggressive and feral out of them.

Aila gulped and finally replied, her voice barely a whisper, "Hello.." 

Damon's eyes lazily scrutinised her face, from her lips, nose and resting on her eyes once more. His remained to be two luminous orbs. "Do you remember what happened last night, my dear?" Darius drawled. Aila's brows drew together as she started to think back to the night before, but her attention pulled back to her chest after hearing a ripping sound, and her skin was suddenly exposed. 

Aila's eyes widened, and she inhaled sharply as he cupped her breast, awakening a need deep in her core. With her eyes becoming hooded, she hissed again. Damon/Darius had pinched her nipple, but the pain and pleasure made her centre moisten. "Aila.." There was a warning in his voice, and she opened her eyes, unaware that she closed them from the desire burning in her body as her heart thrummed in her ears.

Aila gasped as his fingers pinched and twisted on her nipple, and Damon's face came closer to her own, stealing the only breath of air she so hopelessly tried to cling onto. Her mind was drawing a blank from the previous night, which meant she had a lot to drink and probably done something stupid. Stupid enough to warrant a fuming Darius intent on punishing her?

Damon's lips pulled into a smirk. Darius was listening to her thoughts. "I, um, I can't remember, Dam.. Darius," She breathed as she felt her cheeks heat up and her shorts ripped away from her. The tearing sound filled the room, and she was now naked beneath this dangerously frustrated Alpha.

"You tried to instigate sex, my love. But you were too intoxicated. You didn't even mind us taking advantage of you.." Darius growled, "And what's worse.." He lifted his hand from her too sensitive nipple and tenderly stroked it across the side of her head, "You hit your head trying to escape us. I don't mind you having fun, but not to the point of trying to seduce me and hurting yourself. Next time, Damon won't be in control, and I will let you have it." His hand grabbed some of her hair and pulled slightly, showing off his frustration at her.

His words and action sent a shiver through her, both from desire and fear. What was wrong with her? 

"I can't believe you pissed Darius off.." Malia moaned. But Aila could hear the smug satisfaction from what could happen next.

"I'm sorry," Aila said timidly. She tried to look at him innocently, hoping he would go easy on her. But at the same time, she looked forward to his punishment. 

Darius' eyes darkened slightly, and he brought his lips to her neck ever so softly. Aila bit her lip as a wave of pleasure shot through her at his tender touch. Darius had only punished her once before when she and Damon were crazily fighting each other. She pushed them too far, and Damon let Darius take charge. It was both exhilarating and incredibly teasing. He was more domineering than Damon and took no BS from her. 

Aila's chest began to heave quickly as she felt Darius trailing scorching kisses down her neck to her collarbone. He nipped at her mark and sunk his canines into the area again, drawing blood as Aila's body became utterly sensitive. His hand trailed down her stomach, leaving goosebumps behind his fiery touch. And his hand cupped her sex, making her moan and move her hips slightly. 

Damon, or Darius, chuckled and retracted his canines from her mark. His luminous eyes met hers as he licked his lips. "Oh no, darling. We are going to do this my way.. No touching, no sounds, and no kissing. Eyes on me AT ALL TIMES." 

A whimper escaped her lips after his thumb made contact with her clit, and he pushed up on it. Her body trembled from his touch, and her nerve endings sent tiny shocks of pleasure through her body. Aila begged with her eyes for more, but when she searched his, she knew without a doubt that there was no leeway when it came to Darius.

"That's not going to work on me, Aila. When I am through with you, only then will you get what you need, and Damon will satisfy you," He growled.

Oh, goddess.. She wanted to moan. Why was her mate so fricken hot? Even his words were making her wet.

Darius brought his face close to hers. He looked at her with such intensity, Aila just wanted to pull his lips to hers and wrap her legs around him. But, she knew he would make this a lot harder, so she refrained from doing anything and stared back. "Do you understand, Aila?"

She nodded.

"With words," He growled as his eyes flickered to her mouth. 

"Yes, Darius.." She whispered. His brow arched, and she licked her lips before adding, "Yes, Alpha."

"Good girl." He leaned back and reached for her hands, placing them above her head. "Do NOT move your hands," his command sent a shiver down her body again, making both her nipples erect, gaining Darius attention as his eyes dropped to the perky peaks, and he smiled. 

Aila watched as he dropped his head down, and without any warning, he bit on the nub; her body reacted before her mind, and her back arched, and she let out a guttural groan, sending her head back. But she snapped her head, looking at him wide-eyed after he slapped her other breast, growling while he continued with the torturous nipping on her nipple. Aila bit her lip and kept her eyes on him.

His knee went in between her legs, spreading them before resting it on her milky centre. While his teeth and tongue began playing on one nipple, his hand caressed the other, kneading then twisting at the pink bud. Aila unknowingly moved her core on his leg ever so slightly. But it was enough to make him pull back and look down at her with such delight on his features that it made a slither of an adrenaline-infused fear pulse through her.

His hand trailed down from her breast, agonisingly slowly, and reached down. With his other hand and his knee, he stretched her legs even wider, so a singular finger softly caressed her folds before entering her milky core. But he pulled out, making Aila clench in frustration. But she made sure not to move or make any noise; only her heavy breathing and most likely her eyes showed how much his teasing affected her. 

Darius growled, "Keep going against my command, and you won't be allowed to come. I have all day, darling."