"What about Grady and Varya?" Talia asked Damon.
"Maya and Caden confirmed that Grady's death was staged successfully. Today, Grady and Varya will move secretly to a safe house and wait until we return. They need us for the blood oath and to join the Dark Howlers pack."
Talia remembered that Tatiana and Kalina demanded Grady and Varya to NOT mate until they become members of the Dark Howlers pack, and she could guess that the couple was suffering while waiting.
"How long are we going to stay here?"
"Until your heat passes."
"I am fine now. It's gone."
Damon smirked. "It comes in waves, kitten. Eat before the next one comes." He stuffed a forkful of food into her mouth. "You will need the energy."
Talia felt her ears heating up. Was she blushing? How ridiculous. They already did so many things, why was this so embarrassing?
She grabbed the glass of orange juice and started drinking while her eyes moved over the space. She could see through the door a view of the living room that looked like a tornado passed through.
"Why is this place so messy? Did we do that?"
"Mhm…" Damon confirmed with a hum.
Talia's eyes widened as another wave of heat assaulted her face. This time, it was her cheeks getting rosy. "Didn't you say that this house is Max's? What will he say? Will Max be upset we wrecked his place?"
Damon shrugged. "He is rich. Whatever we broke, he can get another one." Damon was about to say something else, but he froze at the sight of Talia who was tugging on the bedsheet that was wrapped around her body.
"Uncomfortable?" Damon asked.
Talia took a few gulps of orange juice before responding, "Why is this place so hot? Or are the sausages spicy?" She didn't feel the heat while eating, but now she felt like there was a furnace in her belly.
"Eat faster, kitten," Damon said.
Talia stared at him for a long second and then she realized, "It's the heat again, isn't it?"
Damon's lips stretched into a smile. Yup, it was.
"Don't fight it, kitten. It's just the two of us. Do whatever feels natural. I am at your disposal."
Talia cleared her throat and was pressing her legs together while cursing her luck. She was still hungry, but she was more horny now. Damon was wearing only shorts, and she could feel his erection poking her bottom.
Damon's nostrils flared as he picked up the scent of her arousal. Should it come this quickly? He was not sure. But the good thing was that it was just the two of them, privacy, and plenty of time for carnal pleasures.
"I feel hot," Talia said.
With a twist of Damon's finger, the wrap-around bedsheet dress came undone.
Talia felt relief when the air splashed on her skin, but it did nothing to relieve the burning sensation that came from the inside.
"Let me help you, kitten," Damon murmured close to her ear, and then his head dropped to kiss his mark on her neck.
Talia released a shaky breath and her legs parted on their own, welcoming Damon's hand that ventured between her thighs.
Damon's heart swelled.
His kitten was sitting on his lap, completely naked, his fingers slid inside her wet heat, making him feel the addictive sparks all over his palm. Her face was a vision he wanted to engrave into his memory forever. Rosy cheeks, lips slightly open, unfocused gaze… she was lost in lust and he loved it.
Talia's hips moved on their own to meet Damon's hand, and within a minute she was gasping for air as she fell apart in his hand.
Damon lifted his hand and took a sniff of her juices, the sweet citrusy scent of freesia was amplified by her arousal.
Talia blinked to see him lick his fingers clean.
"Not enough?" Damon asked even though he knew the answer.
Talia shook her head. No, it was not enough.
Damon slid off the barstool and turned her to face the kitchen island.
He pushed the plates and utensils away haphazardly; the knife and fork clattered on the floor tiles.
Talia felt him holding onto her left knee, lifting her leg up while applying pressure on her back, pushing her to lean on the kitchen island.
The cold granite felt icy against her bare breasts, her nipples hardened in an instant. A second later, it didn't feel so cold anymore.
Damon lifted her left leg until it got on the kitchen island, and then he adjusted her hips so that her ass sticks out for a perfect angle.
"Ahh…" Talia exhaled loudly when Damon entered her from behind.
Her legs were spread widely, making her exposed and available for Damon to do what he pleases.
The first few thrusts were slow and careful, and then Damon gripped her hips and started moving vigorously. Talia saw stars in the middle of the day, that assault on her insides was just what she wanted, but somehow… she wanted more. Faster, harder.
'Spank me, Damon.' She spoke into their mind-link.
'SLAP!'
Talia moaned loudly as the pain radiated to amplify her pleasure.
'Again! Harder!'
Damon was more than happy to fulfill what his mate wanted.
He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled back. Talia's body arched as the tension increased, making her feel like a string on a bow.
"Ah-mmhm-ah-ughdm-ahhh…" Unintelligible sounds left her lips, each louder than the previous one, and then she cried to the heavens as she exploded into a mind-shattering orgasm.
Damon groaned while rocking into her in jerky movements, wondering if this load will contribute to that winning seed that will make their pup. He was excited and terrified at the possibility of that happening.
Talia's mind was spinning, and she vaguely registered that plates with food were now broken on the floor; the mess of food and ceramic was everywhere. The sensation of Damon's arms around her and the way her body swayed told her he was carrying her upstairs.
Damon placed Talia on the bed and kissed her deeply.
"Do you want more?" He spoke against her lips.
"Yes," she breathed.
Damon grinned. "Feel free to take as much as you want, kitten. I am all yours."
Talia's fingers dug into his back, and he couldn't react in time when she moved like a flash and her lips latched on her mark that was on his neck.
Damon's whole body shook, and a throaty moan formed in his chest. By the time he realized what was going on, Damon was on his back with Talia straddling him.
"Mine. Mine…" She chanted while raking his chest with her nails.
The pink marks were a sign she was doing it with force, but Damon wouldn't mind even if she drew blood.
Talia stared at him with unfocused eyes as she felt the stretch of him entering her. It was all amplified by the sparks of their bond, making it addictive, and they both craved for more.
Damon caressed her body and let her set the pace.
She was almost there when her movements became jerky, and Damon grabbed her hips and lifted her slightly, and then he started pounding himself into her from below.
Talia threw her head backward and moaned loudly, and Damon loved the sight of her breasts bouncing.
Damon enjoyed the sex, he really did. But what made it all better was Talia who was lost in lust, letting him see this vulnerable side of her. It was all so much more important because Damon knew that this sight, this right here, was only for him to see. No one ever got this access, and no one ever will. And that made him want to work harder to please her, so she won't have any regrets.
Talia was taking in every inch he had to offer, and she moved in the rhythm he set, those small rotations of her hips increased their pleasure, and he couldn't believe how good it felt. She was fantastic. Perfect. For him.
Talia growled as another orgasm trashed her insides, and Damon continued thrusting into her until she collapsed on top of him.
Damon kissed her eyes and cheeks and waited for her to catch her breath, knowing that this was just a small break because his kitten was not sated yet. Two minutes later, they were back at it again, and he wished that this heat thing can last forever.
