The Alpha's Bride

Damon reminded himself that this is not the right time to get lost in daydreaming and selfish desires. Talia was absolutely inexperienced, and he needed to introduce her gradually to pleasures of the flesh or risk freaking her out.

His hips moved in one harsh thrust and Talia gasped.

"Do you like this, kitten?", Damon murmured close to her ear and then he thrust again.

Talia nodded choppily. Her eyes were firmly closed, and she held onto Damon's back like she was holding onto her dear life because the whole room was spinning.

Damon lifted his head to look at her flushed face and demanded, "Say it. I need to hear you say it. Do you like this?"

"Yes…", she responded breathily, and he chuckled lowly in response. It was a sexy and dangerous sound that pulled Talia into reality.

Talia blinked to focus on Damon's face hovering only a few inches above hers. His delicious lips were slightly parted and lifted into a traffic-stopping smile, and his icy-blue eyes were intense and burning with unknown flames, and strands of his raven black hair were falling over his forehead, giving him another dose of lusty attractiveness.

Everything about him screamed sin.

Damon kissed her deeply, movements of his tongue matched the rhythm of his hips, and Talia was thrown back in the haze of blossoming desires that were unknown to her so far.

"I want to make you feel good, kitten. Can I?"

Talia's mind was floating, and she barely understood his words. He wanted to make her feel good? Better than this? Is there better than this? "Yes."

Damon moved to lay next to Talia, propping himself on the elbow, on her right side.

Talia frowned at the loss of his proximity. She really wanted him back there, on top of her, between her legs.

Damon gave her knee a little squeeze, and she stared at his icy-blue eyes that bore into her soul.

"Do you trust me, kitten?"

Talia nodded without delay.

Damon smiled and his hand started gliding higher, up her thigh.

Talia bit her lip in anticipation of what's coming, and her eyes widened when she realized that his destination are buttons of her pants.

Her heart thundered against her chest, and she didn't dare to move.

"Relax, kitten…", Damon spoke against her lips and then he closed the distance, giving her a slow deep kiss that made her mind spin.

Damon unbuttoned her pants, but he had no intention to remove them.

His hand moved to the side, to fondle her hip, waist, and continued higher, over her t-shirt, barely grazing the side of her breast, and then he caressed her neck and cheek before going back down the same way. It was just a touch, over the clothes, yet his low hums made it all so erotic.

She gasped into the kiss when his hot palm glided over her bare waist, and she had no idea at what point he undid the buckles of her bra.

Little by little, Damon pushed the pesky fabric up, together with her t-shirt.

Damon broke the kiss and took a moment to admire her exposed breasts. They were firm and just the right size to fill his palm.

He noticed that Talia's eyes were back to closed and her face was beet red.

"Open your eyes, kitten. There is no need for you to feel embarrassed. It's just the two of us. And you are beautiful."

Talia opened her eyes in time to see him lowering his head and taking her nipple in his mouth. The unknown electric sensation charged her body, and she fisted his hair, unsure if she wants to yank his head away or to pull him closer.

Damon's groan sent a wave of vibrations through her body that somehow all converged at her core.

He sucked and licked and sometimes she could feel his teeth on her, while his free hand kneaded her other breast, pinching and twisting lightly and Talia arched her body, wanting more even though she was not sure what that more was.

Damon's lips moved to her left breast, to give her other nipple equal attention, and his now free hand moved down her abdomen.

Talia let out a whimper when his hand slipped inside her panties, skillfully finding the right spot between her drenched folds.

A growl ripped from Damon's chest.

"Fuck! You are so wet!", he squeezed through his teeth.

He really wanted to tear her clothes and bury himself deep inside her and never come out. Actually, he wanted to get in and out rapidly and to enjoy the visual of Talia bouncing under him.

Her pants somewhat obstructed the movements of his hand, but he was unwilling to stop his ministrations in order to remove them, so he worked with what he had.

Talia squirmed as Damon's fingers caressed, teased, flicked, and she gripped his shoulders to steady herself because the whole world dissolved except for the two of them and Talia feared that he might disappear as well.

The room was filled with foreign scandalous noise, but Talia was too dazed to worry about appearances.

Damon focused mightily on what he was doing, pulling himself back whenever his urges to devour Talia threatened to overtake his reasoning. He was painfully hard and throbbing and as Talia squirmed, she would rub her hip on his cock, and it was getting increasingly difficult not to jump on her.

Damon kissed her neck, on the left side, right where his mark will come. Soon.

Her every sweet sound was driving him crazy, and he could feel her breathing becoming choppy. She was almost there. Almost.

His middle finger slipped lower and ventured inside her tight entrance.

Damon cursed under his breath. She was hot and wet, and he couldn't wait for that sweet pussy to clutch his cock and milk him until he has nothing left to offer.

The base of his palm massaged her clit while his finger thrust inside her repeatedly, touching some unknown spots that set her body ablaze, and he murmured breathily close to her ear, "That's it, kitten… Relax… You are wonderful… Welcome it… Let it wash over you…"

His deep voice was the final straw that she needed to plunge off the edge.

Her body tensed for a moment and then she cried to the heavens as she fell apart right there, in his hand, on the sofa.

Damon groaned as her insides pulsated around his finger.

Damn it! He really wanted to put his cock in there. All the way.

He also wanted to lick all the love nectar her tight pussy released and to make her scream his name a few more times, but he decided to hold off with that. Next time.

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Talia was coming down from her high and she saw Damon sucking his fingers clean with smacking sounds and gusto like they were drenched in honey.

She quickly lowered her head, unsure where to look, and then she clumsily pulled her t-shirt lower, to cover herself.

Seeing that she was embarrassed, Damon wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head. "You were fantastic. Was it good for you?"

Talia nodded shyly. She can't deny that it was amazing, but at the same time, it was outrageous. How will she be able to look at Damon again? He touched her down there and she released funny sounds. Ah! Who knows what were her expressions?

With his index finger, Damon nudged her chin, making her lift her head so that he can see her face.

Damon kissed her cheeks. The left one, the right one, and then he pecked her lips.

"You are beautiful, Talia."

Talia's heart skipped a beat. She thought that he might make fun of her, but instead, he complimented her. She liked that. She liked it a lot.

Damon observed Talia's face. No matter how he looked at it, it was flawless; enhanced by a slight blush and afterglow from her orgasm, and he thought that if anyone other than him sees that expression, he will gauge those sinful eyes out.

"You are mine, Talia.", Damon said seriously. "Only I get to touch you, kiss you, hold you. Do you understand?"

Talia blinked. Why was he so possessive? Should she be happy about that?

It's not like she wanted to get close to any other guy, but why was Damon claiming her as his while he gets to do whatever he wants? "What about you?"

Damon frowned in confusion. "What about me?"

"You said that I'm yours. What about you?", Talia clarified.

Damon closed his eyes and let out a long exhale. Why can't she just accept her fate, like any normal she-wolf? Doesn't she know that this was the first time for Damon to claim a woman as his?

With his right hand, Damon cupped her left cheek and looked into her honeyed eyes deeply.

"Since I became Alpha of the Dark Howlers pack, no other woman got to stay on this floor, sleep in my bed, call herself Mrs. Blake, or negotiate with me. I am all yours, kitten, from the moment you arrived at this packhouse." Actually, before that, but he didn't want to go into details.

For Talia, it all sounded too fantastic to be true. "You are lying."

Damon couldn't believe this. "Another thing, kitten. I never lied to you. If you don't believe me, feel free to ask around." He kept some things for himself, but whatever he said, it was the truth.

Seeing that her eyes widened as one doubt was fighting with another, Damon smiled. He was making progress.

"You believing me or not won't change the reality, kitten. I am yours. Yours to touch, to kiss, and to hold. Whenever you feel like it, come and get it. And if I see any guy getting funny ideas about you or even looking at you in the wrong way, the only thing he will be seeing is my fist. You are mine, Talia Blake. Don't forget that."

His last few words were a growl and for some unknown reason, even though it collided with everything she knew so far, Talia believed him.

Damon claimed her as his, and he said that he is hers.

Talia smiled a little and relaxed against him.

She took a deep breath that filled her system with Damon's scent of the forest and the dark chocolate, and she relished the sensation of safety and belonging.

An unspoken intimacy formed between them with every stroke of his fingers through her hair, and every gentle kiss that he arranged on her face, and there wasn't a place she would rather be than right there, in his warm embrace.

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