HUNTED-Chapter 360: By the candlelight (3)
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Kissing gently against the blanket, surrounded by the flickering candlelight, and the soft glow from the lake and fairy lights, the light rustling of the leaves through a light breeze, Damon and Aila caressed each other’s bodies, pressed against each other, sharing warmth. A low whimper left Aila’s lips as he deepened the kiss, tightening his hold on her body.
Aila’s hands slid from his chest, arms and back across his broad shoulders and neck and threaded her fingers in his hair.
Damon nibbled on her bottom lip as she rotated her hips against his hardened length. A low growl released from his lips before he gripped her hips and flipped them over, so he hovered above her. Aila opened her eyes, watching the lights glimmer behind his dark locks, the golden glow shining along his chiselled features, his eyes soft and full of love as he stared back at her.
Damon’s hand slid along the slit of her dress, up her thigh and squeezed her bum cheek and repeated the action. Aila’s hands slid back over his leather jacket, pulling it away. Damon followed suit and removed it. He returned to warming up her leg, lowering his face to her neck and started trailing kisses along her neck.
His mouth sent a shockwave across her chest, below the collarbone where the mate mark was.
Aila’s senses awakened more, and she gasped from the sensation. Her hands instantly went to the buttons of his white shirt, feeling an overwhelming sense of desire flooding her system. She craved for his body to be naked against hers. Unbuttoning Damon’s shirt, his sculpted chest and chiselled abs were slowly revealed. He chuckled and helped remove his shirt, his muscles flexing as he did so.
Aila’s mouth turned dry, her hands sliding across his skin. Damon was one scorching hot, sexy Alpha. Her Alpha. Her fiancé. Her hands went to his belt. The need for his large, thick length to pound into her urged her fingers to almost break the belt.
Before she could undo it, Damon’s hands grasped at hers and he put them above her head.
"No.. Not yet." Damon kissed her chastely and lowered his head between her breasts, eyes locked with hers as heat flourished her and she felt his other hand sliding along her groin.
His head got lower and lower while his hand scrunched part of her dress up enough to give him access to her lacy red underwear. He hummed appreciatively, his hand cupping her sex and smirking at her gasp and that her underwear was already wet. "Hmmm.." A devious glint shone across his eyes before he released her hands and lowered his face between her thighs, spreading her legs.
Aila’s gaze moved up to the twinkling stars, and she gasped again at how sensitive her skin was since he kissed her mark. Damon left kisses down her thigh, barely touching the lace to her underwear before continuing to the other leg. Her body arched and jolted to his teasing, feeling overly sensitive and thrust her hips slightly against his face when he kissed above her clit.
Frustration coiled in her, and Aila whined, biting her lip as she looked back to Damon, who still looked devious. A low hiss left her as she felt his tongue gliding along her seam. The lace material rubbed her as she felt his wet tongue barely touching her.
Her hands cupped her breasts, squeezing them to feel some release but Damon grabbed them, halting his teasing tongue and placed one of them on her thigh and the other above her clit.
Lowering his face, Aila gasped at the fabric ripping from his teeth and even more when he licked around her folds. She groaned, her hips moving to his circular movement until he finally gave her what she wanted. Damon licked her out and pressed her finger to the bundle of nerves above his mouth.
Aila threw her head back, moaning and gasping when Damon controlled her finger, rubbing in a slow circle around her clit as he lapped up her creaminess. She looked back down, the tension growing in her as she started thrusting her hips gently, her free hand going into his locks. Building and building, she couldn’t help but moan louder, finding herself growing hotter at seeing him between her thighs.
But before she could get that release, Damon lifted, licking his lips with a wicked grin. The curse on her lips died when she heard his belt buckle loosen and his zip roll down. He held her gaze while stripping out of his jeans and paused to press into her finger, inciting another hiss from Aila.
"I didn’t say stop," he growled playfully, his eyes lowering to her slit. "Fuck yourself slowly."
Aila gulped, but she followed his instructions, parting her legs more so he had a better view. She began playing with her clit. His eyes darkened, growing heavy with lust. Her eyes lowered to see his hand slowly jerking along his large shaft. She slid one finger inside herself, pumping slowly as she held his gaze and bit her lip, delighting when a growl vibrated along his chest.
That was all it took for Damon to line himself up to her and lower his body, so he completely swallowed hers, mouth meeting hers as his length slowly and exquisitely stretched her. He didn’t stop there and continued to burrow his whole length, stretching her until she gasped, finding it hard to breathe from being impaled. She tightened around him, her fingers clawing at his back.
Damon continued to go slow and deep, filling her entirely, making her gasp, and going lightheaded, eyes rolling into the back of her head as her core squeezed and exploded, white lights flashing across her eyes as an animalistic moan left her, hands clawing at his back, taking all of him and sighing when she felt his release.
But Damon didn’t stop there. He ripped her dress away from her body. She was too lost in a fog to care about the dress she’d come to love, and one he said he liked, as she continued to catch her breath, legs parting and collapsing after shaking. Damon removed her heels and picked her up.
Aila’s arms automatically went around him, her legs wrapping around his waist. Damon’s lips met hers sweetly, luring her tongue to meet hers in sensual movements as he continued to carry her, his hands gripping her ass. The splashing of water alerted Aila to where he was going, and her eyes snapped open.
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She clung tighter to him, needing his warmth and her head flew back when his length entered her again.
The deeper they made it into the lake, the deeper Damon was thrusting into her. Aila shivered from the hot and cold feeling and started to devour his mouth, hands clinging to his hair and back as he began spearing her like before, his pace remaining brutally slow. But that only made her grasp tightly at him, milking him, enjoying every piece of him.
"I told you doesn’t matter," Aila breathed against his neck as he pounded into her hard and slow, building the tension between them again. They found their release at the same time, each moaning, foreheads together as their eyes locked onto each other.
They kissed some more, then peeled themselves away. Aila realised the water was too deep for her and began to swim and splashed Damon playfully. His grin lit up his face beneath the moonlight and soft glow of the lanterns that had floated away a bit from their movements. She giggled at the challenge flickering across his eyes, and he splashed back.
They splashed each other some more before she swam away, and he followed. They played chase for a while in the water before Damon couldn’t hold back anymore and put more effort into his strokes and caught her, bringing her body flush against his. Her back to his chest.
Malia swooned and was close to the edges of Aila’s mind. She wanted to play with Darius and do a lot more with Darius. Damon swam backwards, bringing Aila with him. She could feel his erection against her again and bit her lip.
Damon’s hand went between them, and she knew he would delve into her again, but his hand stilled. His mouth went to her ear. "Come out and play with me. I want to have some fun under the moon." The deep, velvety voice made Aila flick her gaze to the glowing silver orbs of Darius.
Aila smiled and kissed his lips gently before releasing the reins to her wolf. Malia took over and she was thrust to the back, giggling as Darius inserted inside of her. They were quick, unlike their human counterparts, and they didn’t stay in the water long. Aila watched as they ran naked through the woods until they shifted into their black and white wolves.
They ran, playing tag, each pouncing on the other, biting playfully at each other’s ears, and, of course, mated a few times. Darius and Malia reluctantly released their hold, and Damon and Aila returned and remained in their wolf forms.
It was the strangest thing having Damon mounted behind her like that, but she’d grown used to their wolves mating and ditching them in that position. She moved away, and they started to run. Aila felt amazing with the rush of wind through her fur; Damon followed her until the forest parted to a small rocky terrain. Aila looked at Damon, and their thoughts aligned.
Tilting their heads back, they howled to the sky, their voices mixing as one and sending vibrations along the floor. Not long after, other wolf howls followed, echoing along the mountains and to their ears. The Silver Crescent pack was now aware of their human engagment.
Altogether they howled in celebration.
There was a wedding to look forward to.
