MARRIED TO THE ALPHA - VOLUME 2 - Season 7 Episode 56

Talia kissed Damon’s jaw, and then she arranged kisses down his neck until she reached the spot where her mark was. She latched her lips there and licked him, and Damon groaned when she started sucking. It was such a sensitive spot.

“Kitten”, Damon called breathily.

He was reminding her about the feast and people waiting for them but also pulling her closer and tugging on her blouse and skirt, and she knew that he didn’t care about anyone other than her. Actually, that was why he still had clothes on, because this feast was for her as the Alpha of the Midnight Guardians pack. Her people waited for her, and that was why he was suppressing his urge to pin her down on that sofa and make love to her until they both collapse as a heap of flesh and bodily fluids.

“I need to feel you, Damon”, Talia said while untucking his shirt. “I know there is a feast and people waiting. If we go like this, people will notice the tension, and who knows what they will think? We can make this quick. You are the only one who can make me feel better…”

Damon pushed Talia’s skirt up until it bunched around her waist, and his eyes flashed at the sight of a delicate black fabric that covered her precious parts. He didn’t understand why she was persistent in wearing underwear. He tore hundreds of them already, and this one will end the same. His fingers hooked around the edge of her panties, and with one swift tug, he flung those taters to the floor.

Talia dug her nails into his shoulders. The impatience with which he tore her panties always turned her on.

Damon’s nostrils flared at the scent of Talia’s arousal, and he didn’t need to touch her down there to know that she was dripping wet. For him. Only for him.

He grabbed her thighs and pulled her to sit on the edge of the sofa. With him on his knees between her legs, they were perfectly aligned.

It took him less than a second to undo the buckle and push his pants down. The absence of underwear saved him another second before he could dwell into her hot wetness that gripped him perfectly.

Talia’s moan mixed with his groan when he entered her in one rough thrust, and they didn’t waste time on foreplay and being gentle as both chased their release in vigorous movements that robbed them of their breaths.

Talia fisted his raven black hair while kissing him sloppily with an open mouth all over his face.

Damon was pounding himself inside her, every thrust releasing a bit of his anxiousness that was being replaced by another type of pressure; one that overflowed his mind with Talia and the desire to never separate, the one that can only be compared with Heaven, because if there was such a thing as Heaven, Damon was confident that it included him being inside Talia, his mate.

Talia’s hand gripped his hair and yanked his head back, exposing his neck completely. Damon would never expose his neck to anyone, but Talia was the exception. He was at her mercy, and he was fine with whatever she wanted to do to him.

Talia’s lips latched onto her mark at the base of his neck, shaking his insides and making his cock lurch in the rhythm of her tongue. Seductress!

“Mmm… ahh… ohh…” Lewd sounds formed in Damon’s throat and freely escaped his open mouth as his jaw was slack open.

Any sounds that Damon made during pleasures of the flesh were normally groans or growls, but when Talia worked on his mark, the cataclysmic shakes made him moan like a maiden who was being touched for the first time. Everything with Talia was like the first time.

‘Mine! You are mine!’, Talia’s voice sounded in Damon’s mind, and his heart swelled from the love and adoration he felt for her. She was claiming him as hers while pulling him closer, her heels dug into his firm ass, urging him to move faster and go deeper, and he was delighted to answer her every need and want. He was made for this.

They held onto each other tightly, and the sparks of their bond confirmed they were right there, together, merged into one. How it should be.

If any of them had a wish, it would be that they could always stay together. Just like that.

Talia’s insides coiled around his cock, and Damon groaned as he continued rocking into her while blissful heat traveled through his shaft to deliver an ample amount of his seed into Talia’s depths. Soon, she will go into heat, and then his seed will impregnate her. He was looking forward to it.

He thought it was done, just a few more thrusts to make sure he was empty, and then…

“UGGGH!” Damon groaned when he felt a sharp pain in his neck that radiated to amplify his pleasure.

Throbbing heat burned him alive and changed him with every heartbeat, and he knew: his kitten marked him again.

His arms tightened around Talia as he sat on his knees without pulling out. Talia was on his thighs now, and both of their hips moved in small jerky movements as she was injecting him with her venom that changed him in ways he couldn’t describe. It was like Talia became part of his every cell, his heart beat in the rhythm of her name: Natalia. It was a name he heard as hers only today, yet he knew that it belonged to his kitten. It suited her.

Everything they heard matched her identity.

Her father was Valerian Moonrider, a powerful werewolf Alpha, the heir of the Midnight Guardians pack. Her mother was a mystery, but they were confident that she was not a pushover. Talia told him what she heard in the white void, so he knew that Talia’s mother stayed to fight, and she had the ability to transform a necklace into a recording device. She was definitely not a simple person.

It was a sad story to hear because her parents were probably dead, and Talia had a tough time growing up because her aunt was selfish. But the good thing was that Talia’s parents loved her, and she finally got an identity. She was not a nobody from the attic anymore. She was Natalia Moonrider, the rightful heir of the Midnight Guardians pack, and her coming here and becoming the Alpha was just a strange twist of faith for Talia to take what was always hers.

Damon hoped that all this will have a positive effect on Talia’s confidence. She was amazing, but her low self-esteem caused Talia to undersell herself and succumb to doubts.

Damon continued rocking into Talia because, more than her identity and powers, he was addicted to her scent and her touch which came with those addictive sparks. No matter how awesome she was, Damon loved the most that she was his mate, his other half, and he wouldn’t want it any other way.

“Ahhh…”, Damon exhaled loudly when Talia licked his neck to help him heal. She was doing it so diligently, releasing soft groans that spoke of possessiveness, and Damon couldn’t let her take all the credit.

‘RIIIP!’

Damon tore her shirt and removed his in one swift tug, both of them enjoying this additional skin contact as her breasts pressed against his chest.

Damon’s head dipped to kiss his mark on her neck, and the shaky moan that escaped her lips spurred his urge to take her again.

Talia yelped when he flipped her, and she ended up on her knees, with her upper body resting on the coffee table. The cold surface pinched her heated skin, and she gripped the edge of the table because she knew what was coming when Damon’s chest pressed on her back.

Damon spread her legs and positioned himself behind her.

“That’s it, kitten”, he praised her when she perked up her ass to give him easier access.

She was full of his seed which provided additional lubrication that didn’t diminish the sparks which ignited her insides as he rammed himself into her from behind.

“Harder, Damon”, Talia demanded. She wanted him to plunder her insides until she could feel him for hours after they were done.

Damon straightened his posture, and she felt the loss of his heat on her back. She wondered what he was up to when…

‘SLAP!’

A sharp sting radiated from her right butt cheek, and she moaned while her back arched in pleasure.

“Again.”

Damon grinned and spanked her again.

There was the feast and people were waiting, but both Damon and Talia needed this break where they would get lost in each other and not care about anything else.

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