Aila and Damon gazed into each other’s eyes as she continued to straddle him on the dining chair. Although they were in quite the compromising position, Aila felt herself melting underneath his gaze of adoration. It seemed the shift in topic earlier about Chiara’s now non-existent mate extinguished the pair’s power struggle and instead took comfort in each other.

“Damon,” She whispered while continuously playing with his hair.

“Hmm?” He purred, closing his eyes to the feel of her hands on the back of his neck. His own hands were sitting comfortably on her round bottom. 

“What happened to Chiara’s mate?” She asked; her whisper was barely audible, but of course, he heard it and stilled. Her heart pounded, and she held her breath as dread began to consume her about the thought of her newfound friend. 

Opening his eyes, he glanced between the infinite hues of blue that were her eyes. Aila could see his once relaxed face slowly masking over, hardening along with his silver orbs as the muscle in his jaw began to tick.

“He died.”

Aila gasped, “How!?”

“A rogue attack,” Damon looked away before somehow pulling her closer to him again and resting his head on her plump breasts, inhaling deeply.

“Why do rogues keep attacking? I thought they were meant to be lone wolves that stayed clear of pack lands?”

Damon sighed and looked back up at her, squeezing her butt cheeks roughly before replying, “I’m not sure. It’s only been over the last three years that the attacks have become progressively worse. Xander- Chiara’s mate, was one of many that day to die.”

“Three years, huh?” Aila muttered, her thoughts began to spiral into some dark places.

“Three years ago was when Lydia returned..” Malia growled, also thinking in the same direction as Aila. However, she was not about to make accusations, especially after only being in the pack for barely a week. Lydia had roots there, and although Aila didn’t like the girl, it could be a strange coincidence. She would bury the idea for now.

Aila yelped after feeling a light nip on the top of her cleavage.

“No more far away looks or talking about sad subjects. I thought you might want to take advantage of me,” Damon said huskily, his lips brushing her skin from where he spoke. She felt a low vibration go through her from his chest before he thrust slightly, making Aila giggle.

“You, sir, are very bad,” She playfully reprimanded as she slapped his chest lightly.

He grabbed her hand and bit into it lightly, sending a small shock wave across her body.

“If memory serves me correctly, it’s you who breaks my rules around here..”

Aila made small circles with her finger on his chest as she said in a sultry voice, “Tonight, I was good.”

This earned her a look of disbelief from Damon as he leaned back, but before he could reply, Aila continued, “I kept my legs open for you.”

A small mention about their little under the table fiasco made his eyes darken, and his hands squeezed her butt roughly again.

“Then I suppose I should finish what I started..” He purred before claiming her lips with his own. He instantaneously bit into her lip roughly, causing her to gasp, giving him the small entrance he needed to invade her mouth with his tongue. Their tongues met and explored each other’s mouths, losing themselves to the sensuous feeling and the throbbing, heated area between their lower regions.

They continued to kiss while Damon’s hands made their way up to her hair as he grabbed it roughly and began turning her head one way so he could deepen the kiss even more. She instantly reacted by gripping harder on his own messy hair and moaned into his mouth after grinding on his pelvis slightly. She couldn’t help it; he was taking her breath away and making her lose control, her body now sensitive to him. She needed him. She needed to feel him and so badly wanted to come; Aila knew it wouldn’t take much for her to come undone under his touch. 

Damon’s hand made its way down to her leg and began crawling up her thigh again, massaging, gripping and even cupping her round bottom before going back towards her core. They were so absorbed in one another that just as his hand made it to her panty line, a voice startled them. Or her, more like. Damon only sighed and looked in the direction of the man whose voice interrupted them. 

It was then, Aila glanced around and saw maids leaving the double doors with the remaining plates from the table. It was now utterly spotless in the dining room.

“Is there anything else you need, master, madam?”

Aila looked over at the man with greying hair, clean-shaven, wrinkled face with kind brown eyes that crinkled when he met her gaze. She instantly blushed and hid her face in Damon’s chest.

How embarrassing! 

She had been panting and almost dry humping Damon on the chair while the maids tidied up, and a man, who seemed to be the butler from the way he dressed in a black suit, stood there and asked if they needed anything.

“How about a room?” Malia smirked.

“Oh, shut it.” Aila snapped in return and kept her face in the warm embrace of Damon, who only chuckled at her reaction.

“That will be all, Charles. Thank you.”

Aila heard the man’s footsteps retreat, and the doors close quietly behind him. She looked up, still mortified by her embarrassing actions, and asked, “How have I not met your butler!? I didn’t even know there was one!”

“He was on a break. That’s why it’s been a bit chaotic and untidy around the place lately.” Damon shrugged nonchalantly as though having a butler was normal to the average person. Aila rolled her eyes; they weren’t normal. 

She stilled then and looked at Damon oddly when she realised what he said, “Untidy?”

“The patio door..” He sounded exasperated and irritated. 

Oops.

“That was only yesterday?” Aila looked at him incredulously. How quick did he expect the door to be fixed?

“Charles would have replaced it in the same day,” Damon grumbled. 

Aila went to open her mouth, but Damon stopped her, “Now.. where were we?”

She shook her head and muttered under her breath, “A butler..”

His grip on her thigh and bottom tightened again, making her realise that he never removed them in the presence of the cleaning staff and butler. 

“Do I need to get rid of him?” He growled; the vibration rippled through his chest and onto hers. She rolled her eyes at him and instead kissed him to distract him from his silly, possessive ways. 

Their kiss deepened again, and this time Damon grabbed Aila’s underwear and ripped them away into two pieces, leaving them to fall to the floor. She gasped while being lifted up and placed on the table behind her, her bare bottom on the wooden surface. 

Aila gasped again as she felt his hand immediately cup her lower region before sliding a finger into her core, pumping in and out at a slow pace that made her breathless instantly. She placed her hands behind her and dropped her head back to the feeling.

“So wet for me,” He breathed. 

She licked her lips and closed her eyes to the feeling of his hand increasing the speed.

“Look at me,” He snapped; she immediately opened her eyes and stared into his darkening gaze, “You are mine, Aila. Only mine. I want you to look at me as I finger fuck you. That it’s me making you feel this way, no one else. Understood?”

She nodded her head but replied to confirm, “Yes,”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Damon. I understand.”

“Good. Now, don’t… move.”

She groaned; he better not play that game with her again. She already wanted to explode from the pace he was going. Keeping her eyes on him, she saw his other hand gently push her shoulder down, so she was lying down, her elbows holding her up slightly on the table now, her legs dangling at the edge. He opened her legs wider as he said, “Good girl”, after checking her eyes were still on him.

His head lowered as he slowed his finger inside of her and began kissing and nipping up one thigh up to her core, hovering over the area, letting his hot breath make her even more sensitive and increasingly wet from how close he was. His face then retreated and began leaving kisses and bite marks across her other thigh. 

Aila immediately took a shaky breath in as she watched him kiss his way back to her centre, and his tongue met her clit. She jerked from how sensitive she felt from his tongue that began licking on the already moist area while his finger continued to pump inside her. Only this time, his finger occasionally twisted and turned before abruptly removing it as he began completely devouring her. She had trouble keeping her moans down as he sucked, licked and fucked her with his tongue.

Just as she felt her core clenching and almost to the point of orgasm, he removed himself and looked at her, “Whose are you?” He growled. She couldn’t believe-

“Yours!” She almost screeched; he chuckled and grabbed her roughly by her bottom and pulled her closer to him. His tongue crashed into her at a force that made her instantly grind on his face and moan from his rough treatment; she breathed out, “Only yours, Alpha.”

Her hand entangled into his hair as waves of tingles and shivers rippled through her; she continued to watch him eat her, and at long last, from a final lick, she felt herself come undone around him. He greedily lapped up her juices, keeping his gaze locked with hers.

FUCK. Why was he so fricken hot?

A tired moan escaped her lips as he leaned over her, hands by her sides, and he asked again, “Whose are you?”

“Yours. Only yours.”

“Don’t you ever forget it.” He growled before crashing his lips against hers.

As soon as he parted from her, she felt her legs still shaking as she collapsed her arched back and head onto the table, completely spent from Damon’s devilish ways.