HUNTED-Chapter 320: Reunion (2)

Aila happily lowered her mouth to Damon’s length, eyes twinkling as she teasingly left featherlight kisses along the tip and down to his balls. She cupped his balls and massaged them as her tongue slid along the shaft before reaching the tip, where she swirled it and completely swallowed him, feeling his length go to the back of her throat.

It was arousing to see him watching her so intensely with his cock in her mouth and watching his lips widen to release a breath.

All that pent-up anger, pent-up energy, of want and need. Wanting to be with his mate would be released this morning. Aila wouldn’t let him lift a finger, not with everything he’d been through. Him almost losing her to death’s cold hands, then was kidnapped by an insane vampire, and for him almost dying twice in that time. She wanted to please him so, so much.

Damon started to thrust his hips, his hands slid into her hair, pulling the strands away and gripping them tightly behind her as he pumped into her. Aila could feel him thickening in her mouth before he slammed into the back of her throat, holding her against him as his saltiness erupted in her. They stared at each other, her eyes watering as she held her breath and swallowed before he released her.

Aila gasped, inhaling deeply, then crawled over Damon as he crooked his finger at her to come to him. She straddled him again, lightly pushing his chest down, eyes disapproving, but she remained in this ’submissive’ role.

"No, not there," Damon drawled, eyes staring at her hungrily. "Sit on my face."

Aila blinked for a moment, startled that he didn’t want her riding him but to ride his face instead. "Hurry up, or I’ll spank you properly."

Aila giggled, a thrill running through her as she started to crawl over his chiselled abs and chest. "Yes, Alpha," she whispered and squealed when his large arms wrapped around her, lifting her until her core settled over his lips.

Aila flew her head back as Damon’s tongue delved inside of her, lapping up her juices as his hands gripped her backside. She could feel claws digging into her calling to her in other ways. She mewled as her hips started to move as his tongue thrashed into her and then flicked at her clit, the spot that made her twitch and mewls turn into long moans.

She grabbed her breasts to release some tension but felt a growl from beneath her.

Aila looked down to see her mate watching her. It was the sexiest thing she’d seen. Or one of them. There were so many times Damon rocked sexy, and this was one of those times.

Seeing his silver eyes locked on her as he licked her out, and she rode his face was making her lose it. Her hands went to her breasts again, needing a release from that building tension in her core, the one that needed tipping over the edge just a little. But Damon kept teasing her, swirling his tongue around her clit and then the outside of her folds.

His hands ripped hers away from her breasts and, in one hand, gripped her wrists together behind her back. "Such a beautiful view," he growled and nipped at her nub. She whimpered, feeling her body overload with sensitivity, especially with her hands now restrained behind her.

Damon returned to his teasing, and she shook her hips against him some more, eyes closing. "Aila," he growled. "Eyes. On. Me."

Oh, yes. That’s what she needed to hear. She smiled, eyes opening and looking back at him. "Please," she begged, knowing he could give her that sweet release. There was only so much grinding on her face she could do.

"Please, what?" Damon pulled back, eyes gleaming back at her darkly. Aila’s mouth went dry from that dirty look alone.

"Please, Alpha, let me cum."

"How?" He asked, making her groan impatiently.

"Your tongue and fingers inside of me." Damon arched an eyebrow. "Please, Alpha. Damon."

Damon used his free hand and sunk one finger inside of her. Aila sighed as her walls sucked on his finger tightly and then gasped when a second finger followed. She bit her lip as she watched his mouth get closer to her clit.

"Play with your nipples," he ordered, then sucked on her nub, his fingers fucking her slowly and deeply.

Aila gasped and moaned, her hips moving against him. Damon released her hands and instantly wrapped his arm around her waist, keeping her upright. She’d almost flopped forwards from the growing tension. One hand was on the bedframe, and the other twisted at her nipples.

Damon picked up the speed of his fingers, and tongue flicked at Aila’s clit rapidly, her stomach knotted, tension building and building, those fingers hitting the right spot until all at once she unravelled, her head flicked back as she moaned breathlessly, riding out her orgasm.

Damon tightened his hold on her waist as her hands gripped at the bedframe, eyes finding him, her breaths coming out harsh.

Aila started to pull away, but Damon lifted her, sitting up and lowering her to his groin. Her eyes widened. "You’re meant to be resting!" Did tongue and finger fucking her count as resting still if he didn’t use the rest of his body? She felt terrible about that. Fantastic from the orgasm, but awful because he wasn’t resting.

Damon tilted her chin up, looking at her with a wolfish smile. "I don’t need rest, not with you here. Now, hop on."

Aila gripped his length and easily slid on top of him. She was tighter than before, but he opened her up excruciatingly sweetly. A small moan left her lips, and he reciprocated with a slight grunt. "Come here." Damon’s hands went around her back and pulled her towards him, smashing their lips together.

Fervently kissing, their breaths and tongues merged, hands roaming, pinching and groping each other as Aila began to grind on him. Feeling his long, thick length hitting deep inside of her, she moaned against his mouth. Damon pounded into her, aggressively matching his lips and teeth nibbling against her throat or lips.

"I missed you so much," Aila whispered against his mouth. "So much."

Their dom-sub game diminished as they poured all the love they felt into each other. "My angel, I love you. Don’t ever leave me again. Intentional or not."

Aila tightened her arms around his neck, fingers sliding into his hair. "Are you sure you’re okay like this?" As in answer to her question, Damon flopped down, pulling her with him and continued to pound into her.

"I can’t go as long as normal," he admitted, but his thrusts remained strong.

Aila was surprised by his truthfulness, but there was nothing wrong with not doing two days of sex. Damon chuckled. "I didn’t say we wouldn’t go again. But I do need to heal a bit more."

Even while Aila was in a blissful state, being pounded into by her mate, she checked their mate bond. Damon wasn’t in pain through most of it, but the jolting made the area ache and caused sharp pain. Aila frowned and placed her hands on his chest.

"Stop. I know you like to ruin me, but I don’t like you in pain, baby." With that, she changed the tempo, slowing it down as she rode him, feeling every hard inch of him, rubbing gently against her clit as she rotated her hips.

Damon hissed through his teeth and relaxed further into the pillow, one hand going behind his head and the other remaining on her hip, squeezing tightly. "You going to take good care of me?"

"You know I will," she whispered, lowering her lips to his and kissing him sweetly. "You need to get better, so let me do all the work."

Going slow and deep was just as great as when they were madly going at it. Aila could feel every inch of him going into her, her core tightening and gripping him greedily. She leaned her hands back on the bed, giving Damon a better view of her body and his cock being ridden.

Damon’s hand glided up her body, then lowered, his thumb going to her clit, a devilish smile lighting up his face. "No," Aila gasped. "I can’t move quickly. It will cause you pain." She wanted to move quickly now his thumb circled that bundle of nerves.

"Then don’t," Damon replied huskily, cockily. "Keep squeezing me like that. Always so greedy for me."

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With his thumb there and his length inside of her, her inner walls squeezed so tightly she could feel herself building up again. "Are you.." She trailed off breathlessly, her hips moving a little quicker. Then Damon gripped her waist and slammed her on top of him.

Aila cried out, her head whipping back as she came undone atop him just as Damon came inside of her. Her body trembled, and she slipped off him and curled into his side. The pair were sweaty and breathless, but they clung to each other, not wishing to let go. "I love you, Dam Dam," she whispered and smiled as Damon kissed her temple.

"I love you too, my little spitfire." He squeezed her closer to him, and she felt the flood of emotions through the bond.

Even now, with Aila in his arms, Damon was petrified of losing her, like she might disappear and he’d wake up from this dream. Aila caressed his cheek and kissed his sharp jawline. "I’m not going anywhere, whether you like it or not. You’re stuck with me for life now."

Damon kissed the side of her head. "Good, because I’m never letting you go."