'Take me, Damon. Take me, now…', Talia chanted through their private mind-link.
Talia's body shook when he started sucking her neck on the spot where his mark was showing faintly, and her mouth opened in a silent scream when he jabbed himself inside her.
The world stilled for a moment only and then he gripped her hip and started rocking into her with the urgency they both felt.
This was more than making love. The invisible energies converged around them, the closed windows shook, and neither of them noticed the breeze in the room that was picking up in intensity as they were consumed with each other.
Faster. Harder. Every thrust pushed them closer to the goal they were both chasing.
The sound of flesh slapping against flesh was mixed with the hum of the wind as clothes and light items from the room were circling in the air around the bed.
'Now, Damon… together…', Talia's voice sounded in Damon's mind, and he didn't need to hear more of what she meant because his fangs were already out.
Damon's fangs sank into Talia's flesh bone-deep and the scorching pain in his neck told him that she did the same.
Double marking. At the same time. It was euphoric.
Her insides gripped his cock in rhythmical pulses to perfectly match every squirt of his seed that he released into her depths and they growled into each other flesh.
Damon and Talia marked each other several times, and they shared an abundance of orgasms, but this was on a totally different level.
Their souls and bodies became one as their emotions and thoughts merged completely to the point of being unable to distinguish if they came from Talia or from Damon. Their adoration and love mixed and amplified each other, giving them confirmation that they were meant to be together.
The wind inside the closed room was raging around the bed where Damon and Talia were, and two naked bodies glowed in blinding silvery light, lost in the ecstatic sensation of belonging, unaware of the phenomenon that was not confined to their room. The midday sky outside turned dark, as a heavy storm came out of nowhere and big and small creatures ran for shelter.
In the middle of that chaos, Damon and Talia exchanged last drops of their venom, protected by the impenetrable silvery ethereal bubble of their energies.
Talia was first to retract her fangs, and she licked the spot where she marked Damon. She would laugh at the way his body twitched with every move of her tongue, but Damon was still rocking into her, like he could never get enough of her, and she hoped he never will.
Damon licked a few drops of blood from Talia's neck, and asked through their mind-link, 'Do you think the mark will stick this time?' Somehow, he felt that this marking was different from all previous ones. It felt more complete.
'They both will', Talia said with confidence, and she was happy to respond to his soothing kisses that were deep, gentle, and comforting to her soul.
Damon reminded himself that Talia was tired and that he shouldn't overdo it. Once was enough, for now.
He slipped to the side and smiled when he realized that Talia's body followed him like they were stuck to each other with an invisible magnetic force.
'How do you know that these marks will stick?', he asked and then he observed the mess in the room. It was like an aftermath of a tornado.
He wondered if she knew what happened to the room. How come he didn't hear that big floor lamp breaking?
'Kitten?'
No response.
"Kitten?" This time he called with his voice.
Damon exhaled helplessly when he realized that Talia fell asleep.
She was in a fetal position, and she looked so small and fragile, not the image of a muscular figure one would associate with an Alpha; the most powerful Alpha in their generation… and she was his.
Damon carefully moved to lay behind Talia and he cocooned her in his arms as he curled his body around hers to maximize the addictive skin-to-skin contact that was laced with the sparks of their bond.
"Sleep, kitten…", Damon murmured into Talia's hair. She deserved to rest, and everything else can wait.
Damon closed his eyes and the soothing pitter-patter of rain against the windows lulled him into sleep.
What Damon missed to notice were faint pulses of silvery light that emanated from their bodies. With their every heartbeat, energies flowed through them, and their bond was growing and changing them in ways they were yet to discover.
~ An unknown location ~
Declyn walked through the dark and stuffy hallways of the dungeon that extended below their castle.
He never liked this place, and he didn't understand why Gregory was here. They didn't imprison anyone in decades.
The stone walls were interrupted by areas of iron bars as Declyn approached the unpleasant sound of a whip cracking which guided him to Gregory's location.
"Is Vin back?", Gregory asked Declyn without turning.
Gregory was in a dark cell that had rough moss-covered stones on three sides and rusty iron bars on the fourth one. Declyn couldn't see who was in the cell with Gregory, but the shadow resembled a man crouching on the floor.
"No", Declyn responded. He was late, but it was not unusual since there were cases Vincent would lay in wait for days while waiting for the right moment to infiltrate his destination.
Gregory's hand was raised to deliver another hit, but then he froze halfway and turned to look at Declyn. "Why are you here then?"
"You wanted to know the schedule of Alpha Talia."
"You have it?"
Declyn confirmed. "That's why I'm here."
Gregory's frown eased and he said, "I will break you and you will tell me what I want to know. It's only a matter of time. Why are you prolonging your suffering?"
There was no response, but Declyn guessed that words were directed toward the shadow in the cell.
Gregory scowled. "Fine. We will do it your way. I have all the time in the world."
Gregory walked out of the cell and closed the heavy door. "Let's talk outside."
Declyn couldn't wait to get out of there. The dungeon gave him the creeps.
There was a time when Guardians had numerous prisoners, but now that number was reduced to a few. Humans succumbed to their injuries easily and Gregory refused to remove decomposing corpses, leaving them there to rot as a reminder to others how they will end up if they don't cooperate.
How much Declyn knew, only a handful of prisoners were there breathing and one of them was a Guardian who dared to disobey Gregory by sabotaging the portals that were used to access other realms. They called him Ed.
The stubborn guy was alive only because he was the only expert on portals among the Guardians, and no one else knew how to fix the mess they were facing now. Some of the portals were closed completely and some became unstable, those brave few that stepped into them never returned.
Gregory was obsessed with reopening the portals and he told Ed that as long as he spills the secrets, he will be let out, but they all knew that Gregory cared about his reputation too much to forgive disobedience. What Ed did was going against Gregory's will and they never confirmed why Ed did it, even though they were guessing that he was protecting something or someone.
Gregory flung the bloodied whip on the side table before they climbed the steps that led outside.
Declyn inhaled a lungful of fresh air greedily. The last body decomposed in the dungeon a decade ago, but the stench from bodily fluids was there.
"What do you have for me?", Gregory asked.
Declyn handed him a sheet of paper. "These are upcoming functions where Alpha Talia confirmed her attendance."
Gregory scanned the list and then he focused on the first item. "Luna's ceremony in the Blue River pack." He liked that it was only a week away because he was impatient. "Did you arrange my access?"
Declyn nodded and handed him another paper.
Gregory grinned. "Staff member. Good work, Declyn." As an Omega, Gregory could move around without being noticed. After all, during these events, Omegas are too busy serving guests, and guests won't pay attention to servers.
With the help of those few corrupted Alphas, Gregory was confident that he will get his chance to approach Talia.
