MARRIED TO THE ALPHA - VOLUME 2 - Season 9 Episode 2

“Once we reach our destination, we will do whatever you want.” Damon coaxed Talia while fighting against his own madness.

She was hot and sexy, and her sweaty body stuck to his perfectly, like they were made for each other. Talia’s cheeks were rosy, and her lips were slightly swollen how she was biting on them. Even if he looked away from her, it didn’t help much because Talia’s sweet citrusy scent of freesia was boosted by her pheromones, making him hard to the point of hurting. Everything about her was made to attract Damon, and now that she was in heat, she was a definition of lustful temptations. Can he hold back until they reach a safe place that would provide them privacy?

Talia bit his shoulder. “You didn’t tell me where you are taking me.” The grass seemed just fine, and with Damon’s strength, they could do it against a tree or rock; they didn’t even need anything to lay on.

“You will see,” Damon responded.

The truth was that he was not sure, but he didn’t want to admit to it.

Maddox told Damon (through Caden) how to reach the house that Maddox had prepared for him and Tatiana. The house was supposed to be used by Alpha and Luna of the Blue River pack to relax and celebrate after this three-day event. Unfortunately, Alpha Maddox and Luna Tatiana will spend the next few days visiting the injured and families of the ones who perished, while pretending in front of guests that things were fine. They won’t have time to enjoy that house, so Maddox decided to let Damon use it.

Talia squirmed in Damon’s arms, and her hands would wander wherever she could reach, making his movements difficult.

Her dress was in tatters already as she was tugging on it with force.

Talia managed to spread her legs and cling onto Damon like a koala while grinding herself on his erection, feverishly trying to reduce the distance between them and find release.

Damon was not sure what was worse between that friction and her sweet moans that sounded right next to his ear. He grabbed a fistful of her hair to prevent those naughty lips from latching onto her mark on his neck because if that happened, his legs would give in, and he would be at her mercy.

This was not his territory, and he was unsure when the patrols would come. If he succumbs to the primal call here, there was a chance someone to see them, and then Damon would spill blood because no one can see Talia naked and live to tell about it. That was only for Damon to see.

Damon was happy that he had found the place without wandering too much.

He took note of the dense forest surrounding them.

The two-story dwelling looked like a massive cottage, and big windows on the upper floor hinted at great views.

The inside was modern, with clean lines, hardwood floors, and carpets. It was decorated with crystal figurines and chandeliers that added a touch of luxury. It even smelled expensive. That was not Maddox’s style, so Damon guessed it must be Tatiana’s doing.

Damon stood at the door and observed the living room that featured a white stone fireplace and an extra-deep sofa. He took a mental note to try out that fluffy carpet with Talia, later.

On the left was a hallway, and Damon got a peek of the kitchen. Caden said there should be enough food for days and the patrols will only circle the area to provide security while not intruding on the couple. It was perfect.

Damon’s attention fell on the stairs that led to the upper floor. He was looking for a bedroom.

…

“Here we are, kitten…”

Talia heard Damon’s deep voice close to her ear.

“Ah!” She shrieked when an icy sensation assaulted her ass and back, snapping her out of her daze. “What are you doing!?”

She looked around to see that she was in the bathroom, and Damon lowered her into a tub full of water.

The water was not cold, but her body was on fire, so it felt icy.

Damon was scrubbing her back with urgency, knowing that her mind might slip back into lustfulness at any second. This clarity caused by the water shock was only temporary.

“You are all sweaty and dirty,” he said. And she smelled of Keith.

She couldn’t believe this. “Do you really care if I’m dirty?”

He didn’t, but… “I want to make sure you know what you are doing. For that, I need you to focus. Is your head clear?”

Talia vaguely understood what Damon was saying. Why was he giving her a bath and chattering when they were supposed to have hot sex? Did he change his mind about impregnating her? Didn’t he want them to have a family?

Or maybe her lustful haze made her misunderstand his intentions.

“What?” Talia asked.

Damon looked at her unfocused eyes. “Kitten. You are in heat. If we go through with this, and you regret it tomorrow…”

“I won’t,” Talia said right away. “Didn’t I tell you that when I go into heat, you can impregnate me?”

Damon whimpered. She said it. Impregnate.

“No matter how much you scrub me, you won’t wash away my desire to be with you, Damon. I want us to have a family. Our family. Isn’t that what you want?”

“But what if…”

‘SPLASH!’

Talia abruptly stood up, making the droplets fly everywhere. She wanted to stand straight, but her legs were wobbly, so she held onto the tub’s edge.

“Damon!” Talia exclaimed. “I want you to fuck me! Now!”

Damon stared at Talia, whose eyes were flickering in silvery light, and he thought that her wet form crawling out of the tub was sexy as hell.

He sensed that her arousal was taking over again, and this time Talia had no intention of staying passive.

Damon walked backward toward the door as his lips lifted into a wicked smile. “You want this?” He gestured toward his erect cock. “Come and get it.” And then he dashed out of the bathroom.

Talia’s eyes flashed in outrage. “DAMON!”

Her feet were unstable on the wet floor tiles, but she caught herself on her hands and ran after him on all four while following his laughter.

‘CRASH!’

A tall ceramic vase broke when Damon took a sharp turn, bumping into the display table where the vase was standing.

Talia was peeved that Damon was dodging her, but at the same time, her hunting instincts were at an all-time high. Damon was her prey, and as an Alpha, she couldn’t let him escape.

She saw him jumping over the sofa, and she used the spring cushions to propel herself after him.

“Woah!” He exclaimed when her fingers grazed his bicep. She almost got him.

Damon paused for a moment to see if she was alright when the sofa toppled, and he avoided her claw-like fingers by a fraction.

Damon was fast, but Talia was not to be trifled with. He understood that if he didn’t take this seriously, she would catch him too soon, and then she would tease him forever.

The best thing to get the blood pumping before sex was a good chase. This was about instincts and the urge to catch and dominate, and Damon knew that Talia was an Alpha who needed to feel the rush of being the predator.

If her heat came normally while they were at home, they would run through the forest of the Dark Howlers pack and end up in the cave behind the waterfall. That was their secret spot, in the middle of it all, yet perfect for activities no one should see or hear.

Even here, if her heat didn’t hit so suddenly, Damon and Talia would run until her pheromones started inviting others, at what point they would seek solitude.

It was too late for that foreplay because her pheromones were going haywire already, but she missed so many firsts, and he wanted to give her at least a minute of normalcy so she could feel what it’s like to be a werewolf.

Talia’s whole childhood was wrong, and Damon messed up their first meeting. He was determined to create happy memories of her first heat, something she would remember with a smile on her face.

A chase in the house it is!