HUNTED-Chapter 329: Morning Glory

In bed, snuggling in the glory of their nakedness, Damon and Aila refused to get out of bed. Unlike most of the pack, they were not hungover but a little tired from an entire night of fun in the sheets. Aila was fine, she only needed a few hours rest now, but Damon seemed a little more groggy, though that didn’t stop his morning erection.

He was still half asleep when his eyes snapped open to the sudden suction of the tip of his dick.

Aila’s tongue then swirled around the tip teasingly as he pulled the cover up to see her eyes watching him with a slight glint to them, making his balls tighten further. Her hair was messy around her shoulders, every curve of her body made for him and their hard fucking. She was a beauty unlike any other, and she, who was sucking on his cock, was all HIS.

Aila, like the insatiable temptress that she was, clung to his muscular legs, letting her breasts rub against them as she began bobbing up and down on his shaft. She moaned around his cock, the vibration making him extra sensitive. Damon groaned and started pulling her hair behind her head, so he could see those plump, pink lips around his cock, encasing the entirety of it.

That was a skill in itself.

Bragging or not, he had a big dick, and he loved the way it went down Aila’s throat, eyes always swimming and almost suffocating from it. Aila was a good girl now, but she still had that rebelliousness that brought on sexual punishments. He knew she enjoyed them as much as he gave them to her.

The aftermath was always a day of insatiable fucking and hearing her groans and his name leaving her lips over and over again.

He would never tire of it. Damon pushed her further down his length and started thrusting into her mouth quickly, watching her eyes water before releasing her to breathe and him shooting out, landing against her chest. He looked at her tits a moment more before grabbing the wipes from the bedside table.

"Good morning," Aila breathed as she began to sit up, now uncaring of being naked. He loved it. Loved seeing his mate confident with her body.

Aila was always sexy, but now she was too sexy, which made Damon want to tackle her to the bed and sink in between her legs. But he kept his desires at bay. He did just wake up to a mind-blowing blow job.

"Good morning to you too, angel." His voice rumbled in that way he wanted more from her. He could see she was thinking the same thing as he wiped down her chest, eyes locked with hers, heating.

Damon threw the wipe in the bin near the half-broken sofa. Aila straddled him immediately, a mischievous grin on her lips. Already he was up and ready from the way the heat of her core sat above his length. "Hmm, didn’t have quite enough of me yet?" Aila smiled, her tongue going to her fangs.

Shit, that was.. hot. His cock twitched beneath her. He sat up, his hands enveloping her as he met her lips, his hands gliding down her back, making goosebumps flourish her skin, her nipples pointing into him.

His chest rumbled approvingly as he started to kiss her neck. A small gasp left her lips, making a bit of precum dribble on the tip of his cock.

Aila’s hand went to him, her thumb spreading it around him as she let him trail kisses to her breasts. He stopped and looked up at her, hand squeezing her other breast as a thought occurred to him. "Are you hungry?"

"I just ate," Aila smirked, then blinked at the seriousness of his features.

"I meant.." Damon asked again as he began to knead her breast, flicking her nipple. He couldn’t help but play with them, watching her shiver and tremble beneath his touch. He hadn’t even gotten to the main course yet. But he was still concerned. "Are you thirsty?"

Aila licked her lips at that and swallowed loudly like her throat was parched. Damon watched the motion and pulled back slightly. "I was going to ask Luther for some blood. I’m sure they brought some with them. I know they didn’t bring their.. erm..

feeders."

She seemed a little nervous talking about it, but there was nothing to be nervous about. She was his mate. But her comment irritated him a little.

He didn’t know why. It was something weird to be annoyed by. "How did.. Cassius feed you?" Damon barely kept the glowing of his silver moon eyes at bay.

Aila bit her lip and looked down. "Feeders. Sometimes blood bags. Other times.. victims. But they were hunters!" She rushed to explain herself.

Her cheeks had reddened like it was something to be ashamed of, but that was who she was. "But I don’t need as much as a normal vampire. I think I can go without blood for a week, maybe ten days."

"Don’t be ridiculous. If you need blood, have it. I don’t like the idea of a feeder, though. Your lips on them." Damon’s lips twisted, and then his thumb brushed her lips and parted them, his cock twitching again beneath her. "Feed from me."

Aila inhaled sharply, eyes widening. "I can’t. I haven’t long got it under control.. if I have your blood.. especially like this," she breathed heavily, looking between them.

Damon tightened his grip on her and flipped them over until Aila was below him. "I trust you." He kissed her, nibbling on her lower lip before breaking away and staring into her eyes. "Drink."

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He moved his hand between their groins, finding her clit. Aila gasped, "you really don’t want me to remain in control."

"Actually.." Damon grinned a little wickedly, watching Aila’s reaction. "Gabriel told me a few tips."

Aila blinked back in surprise and moaned, leaning her head back as his finger entered her slowly, deeply. Damon felt her tighten around him, clinging to him greedily, and he hadn’t even given her what she really wanted yet.

"Always ready for me." She was dripping. "Aila.." He called her name gently, urging her to look at him.

He lowered himself atop her more, their bodies connecting and tilted his head to the side as he started positioning himself at her entrance. "Drink up." This time Aila didn’t wait.

Her lips found his neck. At first, she brushed them against him gently, her tongue wetting the area. Damon pushed into her, his dick pushing through her warm, milky entrance. Aila gasped then he felt a slight pinch like two needles going into his neck.

That pain instantly went away as she started to drink from him. It didn’t feel like how he expected. Everything felt heightened. The sensitivity of her core gripping him tightly spurred him on to start sinking in and out of her deeply.

Damon stayed in the same position, feeling like he was a fricken god or something as he felt his life force being drained, but she clung to him like he was everything she needed.

Her breasts were pressed against him, her arms around his neck, and she released him as he thrust into her slowly. He looked back at her, a bit of his blood trickling from the side of her lips as she looked at him like she craved him. But he knew it had nothing to do with the blood. The bond was fuzzy on their lust and love, wrapping them in a silky sheet.

Aila wiped her mouth and licked the blood from her finger before glancing at his neck and rose to lick the side of his neck. Damon’s chest rumbled from his nerves shooting desire through him and down to his dick. Aila lay back down, licking her lips, and that was all he needed before he pounded into her roughly.

Aila’s moans started to fill the room again as the bedpost banged against the wall. She clung to Damon, her nails cutting into his back. Everything was blissful as her core kept milking him, his balls tightened, and he released inside of her as she came undone, gasping his name. He pulled her atop of him breathlessly as he looked up at the ceiling.

Her heat merged into his side, her leg intertwined with his, her arm over his chest, head on his shoulder.

"That was.."

"Yeah.." Aila replied breathlessly. The pair watched the sun beaming through the window where the curtains had yet to be replaced. In fact, most of the furniture had to be replaced in the bedroom. It was only a little tidier from Aila commanding him to clean up the shattered glass and broken bits and pieces scattered across the floor.

Damon accepted it, letting his usual dominant Alpha side subside because Aila was right. The servants shouldn’t need to tidy up after his little aggressive outbursts. Nor did she need to clean up after him. Although she had already ordered new furniture, they were just waiting for it.

Damon continued to stroke her back, feeling the high of Aila’s vampire bite, keeping him in this slightly fuzzy state. "Can you feel it as well?" He asked, wondering what it was like for her.

"Yeah, I didn’t realise that could.. I knew I could make it painful or pleasurable for people.." She hesitated, then continued, her finger tracing his eight-pack. "I didn’t realise it would affect sex so much.."

"I ’spose I should thank Gabriel then," Damon murmured, smiling at Aila’s light giggle.

"You can’t go in there!"

Aila and Damon paused, looking at each other before the door burst open. Nakedness was normal for werewolves. BUT it was still awkward when Aila’s mum burst into the room and looked at the state of the room and then at the pair in the bed.

"Oh! Oh my!" Aila’s mum turned her back, grinning and giggling to herself. "I see you kids are okay.. I’ll just.. I’ll go put a pot of tea on."