HUNTED

By the time Damon threw his bedroom door open, Aila had covered her face from embarrassment. He smacked her on the bottom multiple times to humiliate her in front of others who passed them by. At that moment in time was five people; a few maids and two men who smirked but then cowered after their Alpha gave them a cold glare. They immediately bowed their heads, mumbling an apology to Alpha Damon.

He threw her on the bed and closed the door behind him. Aila sighed and sat up, watching him stalk towards her. She couldn't help it; her eyes strayed down his body again.

"Eyes up here, Aila." He snapped; his harsh voice made her look into his eyes, and she was immediately trapped under his stone-cold gaze. She couldn't move her eyes away from his as he stepped closer to her, his movements slow as though he was ready to pounce on her, his prey. Without thinking, she stood up from her position, prepared to bolt, but he grabbed her and pinned her hands against the bed. Half her body was on the bed, with her legs dangling over the edge. 

He moved his knee forwards, parting her legs that resisted only for a second before allowing his knee entry. He pushed it slowly into the spot between her thighs, making her gasp from the sudden contact. 

"Do you like disobeying me, Aila?" He growled; she was confused for a moment until she remembered how easily she defied his commands. Was he really still angry from earlier?  But when she searched his face for an answer, she soon found it. He was definitely mad from earlier. 

"To be quite honest, Damon. I do. It puts you in your place," Aila smirked when she met his blazing eyes. He brought his face down closer to hers, the pressure from his knee in between her legs increased, making her bite her bottom lip. 

"Wrong answer," He growled before biting her lip apart from her teeth. Her eyes rounded from the contact of the light touch of his lips that sucked on her bottom one. She moved towards him to steal more of a kiss, but her hands were bound, restricting her movement, and he released her lip, backing his head away. His eyes gleamed in amusement at her annoyance from his refusal to kiss her. 

Aila's chest heaved from their proximity and from her hands being restrained. Her body was now burning under his touch, her lip tingled from where he had assaulted hers. Her underwear dampened from the intensity of his stare, not being able to kiss him and now, from his knee that started to move in small circular motions, teasing her sweetly. She released a breathless, "Ah," only for him to stop the movement in between her legs. His eyes never left hers as he watched her become frustrated.

She dropped her head onto the bed, not realising she raised it after feeling her core begin to build up. She didn't know how it was affecting her so much. He hadn't done anything except touch her with his knee on top of clothing. He smirked as amusement flashed across his face.

He's really enjoying this!

He began to move his knee again, his face coming closer to hers; this time, she kept herself composed and waited for him to meet her lips. She watched as he eyed them, but as soon as his own lips brushed hers, he moved to the side and brought his head down to her neck, his hair brushing against her skin, sending small shockwaves across her body. She felt so sensitive; even his hair was teasing her! He brought his lips to her neck and began trailing light kisses down to her collarbone. 

A low moan left her lips, and he bit her lightly in the spot she so wanted him to sink his teeth into. But he grazed it and pulled himself up again; she looked at him in a lust-filled haze. The pressure on her wrists increased from his grip, and his knee stopped again, she saw his eyes burning with desire, but he kept himself in check. Her eyes narrowed at him as she figured out what he was doing. A grin broke out on his face as he realised she caught on. 

"I won't go against your orders," She breathed, rolling her eyes which seemed to make his smile drop and his eyes harden again.

"I don't think you mean it, Aila," He mocked as he put both her wrists under one of his hands and brought his other hand down and under her hoody. Her skin immediately heated under his touch as his hand glided up and under her bra, groping her breast and massaging it. 

"I do, I mean it. I'm sorry," She breathed. Damon scrutinised her face then released her hands. A smile tugged at the corner of her lips; it seemed her little lie worked.

"Do NOT move your hands," He growled; his voice was filled with dominance, thrilling her so much that she felt her clit twitch in response and her core becoming wet. 

She kept her hands above her head as he started to move his knee again while he removed her hoody. He brought his face down, pulling the cups of her bra down as he did so. One hand went to her left breast, squeezing before his thumb circled her nipple, while his mouth found her right nipple, and he began to suck and nip on it. 

A moan escaped her lips, and he stopped; he raised his head and looked at her through the stray hairs that went across his steel eyes. 

Shit, he really did mean for her to be quiet. 

Clamping her teeth shut, she met his eyes, and he continued with his assault at her breasts while his knee continued to rub below. She felt herself building up and begged for a release but not by his knee; she wanted his hand or, even better, she craved to be filled up by his length.

Her eyes began to close as she felt her core build-up; he released his knee and brought his hand down, lightly stroking the outside of her leggings on her sensitive bud. He rubbed in slow circles, hitting the right spot that sent sparks of pleasure across her body. He continued to play with her nipple, his tongue swirling on the pink bud. She bit down on her lip, stopping herself from moaning as her body heated, her back arched, and her core clenched together. The pressure built up, and just as she was about to release a blissful orgasm, he removed his hand and face from her body.

She slumped into the bed, releasing a harsh breath instead as her body was left wanting for more. Damon stood up and walked to his couch, grabbing a shirt left there and throwing it on. Aila sat up, stunned at the turn of events. 

He.. 

She..

What?

Confusion was written across her face; she adjusted her bra and quietly brought her hoody back down. Her focus then went back to the man in front of her, who now seemed more like the devil. She met his gaze when he sauntered back to standing in front of her.

"It's a punishment, Aila. See how much you frustrate me?" His deep voice filled the quiet room. He palmed his hand on her face, caressing her gently before he brought his face close to hers, his silver eyes meeting her blue ones as they continued to stare intensely at one another, "follow my command, and you will be rewarded. Disobey, and you will be punished."

Aila scoffed at his comment causing his eyes to darken a fraction. Damon brought his face even closer to hers, "I think it's in your best interests if you are good," he whispered before nibbling on her earlobe, making her gasp at the sudden touch. He pulled back with a chuckle and walked to his mini-fridge.

Aila was left in a shocked daze as she watched him bring a bottle of water out and poured it into two glasses. He gestured for her to take the other glass left on the coffee table while he sat back on the couch, crossing his ankle over his knee. His eyes stayed on hers, waiting expectantly for her to join him. Gritting her teeth together, she grabbed the cool glass from the table and sat across from him.

She waited a moment for him to explain further while she sipped on her refreshing water, but after there was more silence, she looked back at him and saw that he was now deep in thought. His eyes were settled on the unlit fireplace across from him; she gripped her glass tighter as she began to feel her temper rising from the silence of this intoxicating man. She was both thrilled and angered by what happened moments ago on the bed. He already said she would be punished, but for what? Because she chased after him? Because she swore about him in front of Kane?

Shaking her head, she didn't know what to think. Damon was still a mystery to her, and why wouldn't he be? They barely knew each other. Mate or not, all she felt for this man was a powerful pull and sexual desire to be with him. Aila wondered what he was thinking about after he 'punished' her because his normally stoic face shone with conflicting emotions. 

The anger she felt was slowly diminishing as she could almost see a weight on his shoulders. Oh, she still felt angry at him after he inflicted his punishment on her-

"A punishment you enjoyed, I might add," Malia interrupted; unlike Aila, she was not mad at their mate. 

"I didn't expect to be left wanting more," Aila added; with that, Malia backed down. She was also feeling frustrated by how he left things with her.

But Aila was angry; he was trying to control her, and that was something she could not sit back and take. Alpha or not, he had to earn her submission to him. If he thought that one little near orgasm was going to punish her and teach her to submit, then he didn't know her very well. 

With that thought, she put her glass down and stood up; pulling her shoulders back, she walked towards the door to escape from the brooding Alpha. As she grabbed the doorknob, he finally spoke, "This is your bedroom now as well. So don't even think about releasing your frustration in your old room. Because I will know, and I will punish you even more." Aila retracted her hand from the door handle and looked at him with furrowed brows.

"I have other matters to sort out regarding the pack. Is there anything you need?" He asked. Concern flashed across his face, but it was gone swiftly, replaced with an unreadable expression. Aila found it hard to read him but decided to show him that his punishment was pointless and blurted the first thing that came to her mind, "A good fucking. But I guess that is off the table." 

He stood up instantly and stalked towards her. Her heart rate increased to an incredible tempo as she watched his eyes go from silver to almost black. Adrenaline spiked through her, and she stumbled her hand to open the door; as it opened, it immediately shut from Damon's forceful hand. She stayed facing the door as she felt him breathing down her neck, making her body all the more alert at his powerful presence.

"Do as you are told, and I will happily oblige."