The Alpha’s Bride

In Damon’s bedroom…

Talia looked around. “Where is the TV?”

Damon kept the plate with chocolate cake on the low table and walked to the wooden panels that are covering the wall next to the fireplace. With one slight push, the panels moved to the side smoothly, revealing a massive flat TV.

Talia’s mouth formed a big ‘O’. She didn’t know there is such a hidden thing in the wall.

“Is there one of those in my room?”, Talia asked and immediately regretted her blunder. The walls in her room are not covered in wooden panels, so it should be obvious that there is no hidden TV either.

Damon chuckled while giving her the remote. “Kitten, when are you going to stop with mine and yours? Aren’t you sleeping here? This is our room.”

Talia stared at him, and her limp hand nearly dropped the remote.

She thought that he might say how all this is his and she only gets to use it temporarily, but then he said the word ‘ours’. That means, his AND hers.

A moment later, she chided herself. Why is she getting so easily flustered when he was just teasing her?

But she wanted to point out the flaw in his joke. “How can this be OUR room when my clothes and toiletries are across the hallway?”

Damon’s lips stretched into a wicked smile. “Alright. We will move your things here.”

Talia opened her mouth to protest, but then she closed it. There was no point in arguing with the Devil. He was just teasing her anyway. Right? RIGHT!?

Damon dimmed the lights and went to fetch drinks from the minibar while Talia picked a movie.

Now that it was only the two of them, Damon sat on the sofa and opened his arms, silently inviting Talia into a hug, and she gingerly snuggled next to him while flipping through movie options. There were so many, and she didn’t know which one to watch first.

“Do you have a movie you want to watch?”, Talia asked Damon.

Damon refused to help. “We will go with whatever you want.”

He didn’t plan on watching the movie anyway. He was absolutely content with just sitting next to Talia, holding her, and inhaling her scent.

Damon wanted to hug Talia during the first movie also, but he noticed that Talia was stiff, and he guessed that she wouldn’t be comfortable with the display of affection in front of Caden and Maya, so he didn’t do more than hold her hand under the table.

Unsure which movie to pick, Talia assumed that Damon likes explosions and fights, so she went with one action movie from the ‘most popular’ category.

As soon as the movie started, Damon reached for the plate with the chocolate cake, and he gave Talia the fork. There was only one.

Seeing that Damon didn’t let go of the plate and he didn’t show any interest in the fork, Talia understood that it’s her job to feed him.

Talia poked a piece of cake and offered it to Damon with a question, “What will I need to do as your assistant?”

“Whatever is needed to assist me.”, he responded and took the bite of cake that Talia gave him.

Talia didn’t like this ‘whatever’ description. Now that her head cooled off, Talia realized that she accepted the job without clarifying requirements. But at that time Damon was close and seductive and she would do anything for a kiss, even accept a job rashly.

Really, she didn’t even ask about the work hours and salary. Stupid.

Damon’s kisses are toe-curling, but no one can put kisses in a bank account.

And what will happen when he finds his Luna? She will lose kisses as well. Forget about finding his Luna, with Damon’s reputation, he doesn’t need to move a finger because she-wolves are coming at him as long as he stops frowning their way.

Talia’s mood plummeted deeper. Will her job be to chase away horny she-wolves, or maybe to organize them alphabetically? What if Damon wants them based on their chest size?

She felt like crying.

Is it too late to reject the job, or at least renegotiate conditions?

Damon could sense Talia’s fluctuating emotions. Now what?

Seeing that Talia was not moving, Damon took the fork and poked a piece of cake for her.

“Kitten…”, Damon called. “You are overthinking something.”

Talia looked at him and blinked. “What?”

He glanced at the piece of cake that was hovering an inch away from her lips.

“There is this cake, a movie, and the two of us. I hope that we can keep it like that. At least for this evening.”

Talia liked that, but she wished that it lasts longer than one evening. However, she knew that she shouldn’t be too greedy. Many girls would kill to get this one-on-one, cake-feeding, movie-watching session with Damon.

Yes. This should be enough.

She opened her mouth and accepted the cake.

It was moist and sweet and chocolatey. Almost as delicious as Damon.

“How is it?”

Talia knew that Damon was asking about the cake.

“Tasty.”, she responded. “Do you like it?”

Damon put a piece of cake in his mouth and made a thoughtful expression. “It’s OK.”

There was nothing wrong with the cake, but there was another flavor that he wanted more than anything. It was sweet and citrusy and extremely addictive, and right there, next to him.

Damon kept the plate on the side and touched Talia’s chin, making her look at him and he observed her lips.

“You have something there…”, he lied.

Talia assumed that it’s a piece of cake and she raised her hand to wipe her mouth, but Damon grabbed her wrist and inched closer.

“Let me take care of it.” He licked the corner of her lips once, twice, and then he kissed her.

Talia responded to his kisses like she was starving for them. And she was.

She loved and hated how she can’t resist this unreasonable attraction that came with an impending sense of doom. Everything about their current situation was wrong, yet the moment Damon touched her, Talia couldn’t think of a single reason why she should stay away from him.

Chocolate. Delicious dark chocolate everywhere.

Her mind was stuttering, and she lost a few seconds here and there.

Damon pushing her backward on the sofa with his body… Damon on top of her… Damon’s low groan that came at the same moment when she felt his hand sneaking under her t-shirt… Damon’s touch so hot that she was sure it will leave blistering marks on her skin… Damon’s breath slipping into her ear… Her shaky moan when Damon sucked on her neck… Damon around her… Damon above her… Damon… Damon… and the dark chocolate.

Damon thought that he is going to lose his mind. He never wanted a girl more than he wanted Talia.

This was not about conquering a woman. His instincts told him that she was his from the beginning of time, and that being away from her was wrong. Their every kiss and every touch confirmed that they are made for each other and that she is his, completely his, just how he is hers.

He kissed and licked her neck, occasionally sucking and nipping at it and he felt his fangs elongating, ready to sink into her flesh and mark her as his.

Damon groaned in frustration. He can’t mark her.

Not without her consent.

Not without Talia knowing they are mates.

Not without her wolf being present.

He had no idea how his venom would affect her wolf. What if it makes it worse?

Alpha’s mark is different from the mark of a regular werewolf. It will inject his Alpha DNA into her system, and there is no way to predict how Talia will react. She was so fragile. What if her body can’t take it?

Damon would rather maintain this status than risk hurting her.

His hand was under her top, roaming over her side, caressing and squeezing, occasionally grazing the edge of her bra and he was delighted that Talia showed no resistance. Can he move that pesky fabric out of the way and feel her breasts? He would love to play with her nipples. Just the thought of having them in his mouth, sucking, licking, and nibbling, made him erupt in a throaty moan.

The scent of Talia’s arousal filled the room, and without thinking, Damon lowered himself between her legs.

The moment his hard cock pressed at the cradle of her thighs, he froze. What if Talia freaks out again?

But a second later, Talia’s hips moved, and she let out the most seductive sigh ever while grinding on him and gripping his back. When did her dainty hands get under his shirt?

Damon’s mind exploded when he realized that Talia was responding to him wonderfully.

Goddess! She is perfect.

Damon dove to claim Talia’s lips with renewed vigor. This time, he didn’t hesitate to move against Talia, applying rhythmic pressure with his cock and enjoying every sigh and moan that escaped her gorgeous lips.

The exhilarating sparks prickled him through their clothes, and he couldn’t believe how good it felt.

If just dry-humping is making him nearly come, what will happen when they do the real thing?

He should show her never-ending pleasures, and if he comes within a minute, that will be a stain to his manliness.

But who cares if he comes quickly? He will just keep going at it. Again and again, until they are both sated.

That will be a lot of condoms. Does he even need condoms?

For the first time in his life, Damon wanted to impregnate a woman.

He wanted to fill Talia with his seed repeatedly, until morning, and then to watch her belly grow as a result of his hard work.

Whoever glances at pregnant Talia, Damon will proudly point at her adorable protruding tummy and yell, “I did that!”

And once she delivers his baby, he will do it again.

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