"Damon… Damon… Damon…"
Talia chanted breathily as Damon rocked his hips, filling her up just right as he pushed her closer to another orgasm.
"Oh, God!"
She exclaimed when he changed the angle, and he grinned victoriously.
"That's it, kitten. Come for me."
He groaned when her insides coiled around his cock, providing that extra push for them to come together.
No matter how much control he had, their mate bond allowed him to feel Talia's emotions, and when her orgasm washed over him, he would tip over the edge with her.
After a few last shaky thrusts, Damon plopped on the bed next to Talia.
Damn! It was five days how they were going at it, and his cock felt raw. Did he sustain an injury? But more importantly, "How are you feeling, kitten?"
Talia smiled goofily and curled by his side. "Better," she responded.
Her heat was still ongoing, but every next wave was a fraction more manageable. Now she would feel the arousal, but not to the point of losing her mind. It was just that: horny. Damon could sense that her pheromones were stabilizing. Other males will probably not be muddle-headed if they get close to her.
Talia loved that Damon wrapped his arms around her, and they laid like that in silence.
Her breathing became even, and she looked up at him. "Do you think we should go back?"
Damon frowned in obvious disapproval. "We should stay here longer. At least another day." Or a week.
Talia glanced around. "I'm not sure if this place can support us anymore."
The room was a complete mess. Sofas and chairs were toppled, most of the accessories were either broken or torn, one of the windows was not closing properly, and glass shards covered the floor.
Damon and Talia were lying awkwardly, with their feet significantly lower than their heads because the bed was broken.
The rest of the cabin was not much better. What was modern and sophisticated with a touch of luxury, it was now all wrecked, like a band of hooligans had invaded it.
Damon ignored Talia's comment which pointed out the fact that they destroyed the place. From Damon's perspective, it was worth it.
He didn't mind the mess, and the bed (even though it was broken) was more comfortable than the simple one they had in their cave behind the waterfall. Now that he realized how much activity is included with heat, Damon decided to get a comfy mattress in there. For the next time.
Damon tightened his hold on Talia and buried his face into her neck.
"I could stay like this forever," he spoke against her skin.
A warm smile spread on her face. She would love to stay like that with him also, but… "Aren't you worried about our packs?"
"If there is anything urgent, Maya and Caden will contact me. Axel, Meg, or Kai didn't contact you, which means things are fine on that side also."
Talia knew he was right, but there was also the point of… "Some people are waiting for us."
"Let them wait, kitten. You don't go into heat every day. This is our time. You and me. Or do you hate it here? Are you bored of me already?"
"No, no," Talia said quickly.
She remembered that Lulu had died. Did Maya and Caden already talk to Lulu's father? Lulu was Talia's guard, and she died while protecting Talia. It was Talia's responsibility to escort Lulu back and talk to Lulu's father, yet she didn't do it because she was having sex.
Another troubling issue was that Gregory knew Damon was her mate, and the Guardian didn't seem happy about it. Did Talia add Guardians to the long list of Damon's enemies? He already had so many things to deal with, and instead of helping, Talia made it worse.
And then there was the issue of Keith carrying Talia while she was in heat. Damon told her nothing happened, but Talia remembered being grabby with Keith and then using her ability on him. Damon said that Keith will live, but even if Keith was unscathed, Talia needed to find the courage to face him after showing him her lewd side. How embarrassing.
What happened to Grady, Varya, Cornelia, and James? Did Mindy's heat start? And what about Stephanie and Lisa?
Talia had no idea what was going on with the Midnight Guardians pack, and Damon didn't tell her about the Dark Howlers pack either. The Blue River pack was a mess after the rogue attack, yet Talia and Damon acted like everything was fine in the world.
Damon's brows came together when he felt that Talia's mood dropped. "What is it, kitten?"
"There are so many problems out there. It feels wrong to stay here and just be happy."
Damon's heart cracked. "There is nothing wrong with being happy, kitten. There is a whole shitstorm out there, with or without us. But we need this break. I need this break. Every moment with you reminds me that there is beauty in this world and that I was not born to only fight and solve other people's problems. I want to be selfish and do things for myself. I choose to be with you and not think about anything else. I need to make sure YOU are happy. Do you understand how important this is?"
Talia needed a moment to process his words. Damon was talking quickly and choppily, but she could feel that under all that talk about how they should be selfish and postpone dealing with problems, there was a layer of guilt.
Now she felt bad. How could she forget Damon spent the last decade alone, taking care of his pack? He felt the weight of everything that was happening, yet he chose to focus on her because she was in heat. Damon shut down Guardians, rogues, power-hungry Alpha, other realms, and everything else that would disturb their moments as they were wrecking this cabin and indulging in each other, and… it was wonderful.
"I'm sorry, Damon," Talia said. "I'm not saying we should leave now, but how about we think about it? We are both enjoying, but we also have responsibilities." Seeing that Damon didn't respond, Talia added. "We could leave tomorrow."
Damon eyed her suspiciously. "Let's talk about it tomorrow."
Talia agreed. "Tomorrow it is. I hope you know I am happy. You make me happy."
Damon released a long breath, and his expression softened. "I am glad to hear that, kitten. I don't want you to feel guilty for taking a break. I won't deny there are problems out there, but if we wait for things to be perfect until we can relax and enjoy, we will be waiting forever."
Talia smiled at him dreamily. "You are a wise man, Damon Blake."
"Keep praising me, and I will think you are doing it with a hidden agenda."
"Oh, but I have a hidden agenda."
"You do?"
"Mhm," Talia hummed in confirmation. "I want to seduce you and make you mine."
Damon chuckled. "You already did that. I am yours and yours only. But keep seducing me. I like it."
Her hand slipped down his abs and her fingers wrapped around his cock.
Talia didn't miss a small frown on his handsome face upon contact.
"Is something wrong?" She guessed.
Damon was embarrassed to say that it was tender.
His healing was top-notch. If he could get a small break, he would be like new in no time. But how can he get that break inconspicuously?
"How about I make us something to eat?"
It was unlike Damon to postpone carnal pleasures, so Talia connected the dots. "Did I overuse your womb raider?"
Damon's eyebrows shot up. "What?" Did she just call his cock a womb raider? He liked it. He will raid her womb anytime… as long as she gives him a little break to recuperate.
Talia wiggled her eyebrows at him. "No need to be shy about it. Just tell me if it's sore. I can help."
"What can you do?"
Talia slowly slid lower down his body, and she smiled slyly while talking, "Did you forget that my saliva has analeptic properties? You taught me that." She stifled a giggle. "Let me administer medical treatment. You will love it."
Talia's eyes fell on his half-erect cock, and she licked her lips before wrapping them around his shaft.
She hummed in satisfaction when she felt him growing in her mouth.
Damon closed his eyes and exhaled loudly when her head started bobbing, and her tongue performed some magic that came with the sparks of their bond.
He was not sure if the warm sensation came because of her sucking him off or if she used her ability to heal him, but he was not sore anymore, and he loved it. More sex it is!
