Somewhere in the back of Damon's mind was the thought that Elders were about to reach the packhouse at any moment, but Damon was entranced by the scent of Talia's arousal, and he couldn't resist the pull of the bond which told him that his mate has a need, and it was his duty to fulfill it.
Damon's tongue darted to moisten his lips before he dove in for a kiss. One, two, three… and his hand moved under the skirt of Talia's dress, over the smooth skin of her thigh, and he smiled into the kiss when she spread her legs to give him easier access.
With the tips of his fingers, Damon felt the moisture when he brushed her panties at the cradle of her thighs, and Damon lost it completely when a small sexy moan escaped Talia's lips.
Damon picked up Talia and dashed into a nearby room that's used for storage when they have parties, but now it was dark with curtains pulled to block the windows. Other than the tables and chairs arranged in the far end, the room was empty.
The impatience with which Damon tore Talia's panties only turned her on more and she tugged his shirt out of his jeans while he worked on the buttons.
The moment his erection sprang free, Talia was holding onto his shoulders, ready for him to lift her so that she can wrap her legs around his waist, and Damon smiled at the thought that his kitten was eager to feel him.
There was no need to delay what both of them wanted.
Damon pinned her against the heavy wooden door and Talia released a muffled groan as he entered her in one swift move.
Talia's dress was bunched around her waist and Damon's pants were around his ankles… her arms were on his shoulders, and she was fisting his hair… her legs connected behind him, and he held onto her buttocks while kissing her sloppily and pounding himself inside her, filling her up with every inch he had to offer, over and over again… Scandalous.
The door behind Talia clattered with his every thrust, threatening to fall out of its hinges, but neither Talia nor Damon cared about it because they were lost in the heaven-defying friction as their bodies merged into one.
"Damon… Damon… Damon…", Talia chanted deliriously, spurring him to continue his frenzied assault on her insides.
Colors danced in front of Talia's closed eyes as she was entranced by the lustful dance of their bodies that caused ecstatic pressure in her core to increase exponentially.
Damon was delighted that even in their current position with Talia being held up and pinned against the door, her hips moved to match the wild rhythm he set, changing the angle slightly and amplifying his pleasure by several folds. Seductress!
Talia wanted this to last forever, but she couldn't restrain the swelling at her core that was about to explode her into a million pieces.
And there it was…
Her toes curled involuntarily, and her legs shook as she fell apart while muttering unintelligible sounds.
Damon groaned when Talia's insides coiled around his shaft, and her orgasm hit him full force, pulling him into rapture with her.
The movements of Damon's hips became jerky as he came undone, filling her up with his hot seed, and she whimpered weakly as her body twitched with his every move.
"This… I can't get enough of you, kitten…", Damon spoke lowly close to her ear while catching his breath.
Talia rubbed her cheek against his and her hum of satisfaction sounded like a purr.
He thought how the nickname 'kitten' suits her.
That's his kitten. His mate. Only his.
In the study…
Elder Charlie and Elder Samson were sitting on chairs, and they looked at Caden with stern expressions.
"Is Alpha Damon coming?", Elder Charlie asked Caden.
"Of course.", Caden responded with a stiff smile.
Caden mind-linked Damon, but Damon shut him down.
These two Elders were getting more irritable by the minute, and Caden hoped that whatever Damon was doing, was important.
Elder Samson glanced at his wristwatch impatiently. "He is the one who picked this time, and now he is late. How disrespectful…"
Elder Samson's complaint was cut short when the door of the study opened abruptly, and Damon walked in.
"I apologize for making you wait.", Damon said, but the smirk at the corner of his lips was a giveaway that he was not sorry.
He was not sorry, not even a little bit.
Damon sat in his executive chair and faced two Elders over his desk. "How can I help you, gentlemen?"
"Do you really not know why we are here?", Elder Samson asked.
Damon made a thoughtful expression. "Did you come here to discuss the issue related to rogue attacks?"
Elder Charlie waved his hand like that was not important. "Why would we come to discuss something that's a daily occurrence?"
"So that it stops being a daily occurrence?", Damon responded with a question, and both Elders stiffened. They were not sure how to respond and Damon continued, "You used to be advisors to my father, so I thought you came to advise me even though I told you a decade ago that I don't need advisors, but maybe you forgot about it. Since you are not here to talk about the rogues… Did you come to offer your help with resettling four families whose homes were damaged by the earth slide? Or do you have suggestions related to improvements to the drainage system to prevent another earth slide from happening? Or…?"
"Enough!", Elder Samson snapped, interrupting Damon. "That's not why we are here."
They are Elders, respected by everyone, yet this youngster (aka Damon) is treating them like they are jokes.
Damon's expression frosted. "You might be an Elder, but I am the Alpha. One more outburst like that, and this will be your last visit here."
"You should listen to us.", Elder Charlie said to Damon.
"My father listened to you, and that didn't do him much good.", Damon said curtly. "I am a busy man so will you tell me why you are here or are you expecting me to continue guessing?"
Elder Samson cleared his throat. "We are aware that Marcy from the Red Moon pack will come here soon, and you are considering to make her your Luna."
"I didn't know that my personal matters are something that interests you."
"The matter of your Luna impacts the whole pack, not only you.", Elder Samson said.
"I see. So, you are here to represent the interests of the pack.", Damon said thoughtfully to what two Elders nodded. "And?"
Elder Charlie spoke. "Since Marcy will come here soon, we hope you can stop womanizing and focus on her. Her father is the Alpha of the Red Moon pack, the second largest pack in North America, after ours. Alpha Edward has many connections. It won't be good to offend them."
Damon knew why they came here, and he was not surprised that they were acting like concerned uncles, but he still didn't approve of their choice of words. For a decade Damon is not letting them meddle in his affairs and he knew that they were this bold only because Elder Parker and Alpha Edward were backing them up. The only thing Damon didn't know was what benefits these two Elders hoped to get by working with Alpha Edward.
"You want me to stop womanizing?"
Elder Samson nodded. "Rumors are that some of your women are staying in the packhouse. You should get rid of them before Marcy comes here. Also, you were with one woman at the Summer Solstice festival, and you showed up with another one in a magazine. Why didn't you go to that event with Marcy?"
Damon made a face. "Marcy is not my fated mate and I don't feel the need to be faithful."
"She will be your mate after you mark her.", Elder Charlie said.
"But the bond for mates of choice is not forcing exclusivity."
Elder Samson shifted in his chair. "What are you trying to say?"
"I am stating the facts. Right now, I see Marcy as a nice piece of ass, and nothing more. Will that change if I mark her? I don't know. The two of you don't have Alpha bloodline, so you don't know how strong Alpha's urge is to dominate everyone, especially women. The only one who can put a stop on that is my fated mate."
Two Elders swallowed curses that were threatening to burst out of them. Damon reminding them that they don't have Alpha bloodline was rubbing them the wrong way, but there was nothing they could do about it. It was the truth.
