MARRIED TO THE ALPHA - VOLUME 2 - Season 9 Episode 3

Damon dashed out of the bedroom and jumped over the handrail to the main floor, right into the middle of the living room.

Damon looked up and smirked while thinking that Talia will take the stairs.

His smirk faltered when he saw Talia going after him without hesitation. What if she got hurt? He was unsure if he should continue running or catch her, but her fiery expression told him to run.

Talia was delirious in her search for a release, in search of a man, and Damon’s scent of the forest and dark chocolate was like a mating call she was waiting for. The only thing on her mind was to get her hands on the male in front of her and to get her fill of him.

Damon was lucky that her ability didn’t work on him because silvery light was lashing toward him like whips she could control with her mind.

After Damon and Talia toppled two sofa chairs, broke a few vases and figurines, and tore a painting that hung on the wall, Damon dashed down the hallway, made a circle around the island in the kitchen, dodged two oranges and a kiwi that Talia threw at him, and then he sprinted upstairs with Talia hot on his trail.

Talia ran into the bedroom, straight into a pair of strong arms.

Her whole body tensed at the sensation of Damon’s flesh against hers. They were both completely naked, and the sparks of their bond made her feel like she was about to blow.

Talia hissed while gripping his shoulders with her eyes zeroed on her mark on his neck. She opened her mouth, ready to latch onto her mark and defeat him completely when…

“Aaah!”

Talia shrieked when Damon flipped her over his head and threw her on the bed.

“Damn it, Damon! Why are you making me work for it!?”

“I am worth it, and you know it,” he said smugly.

That, she knew.

Damon stalked around the bed while his fiery gaze scanned her naked form and her eyes flashed in delight at the realization that the chase was over. It was his turn to come to her.

Talia pushed herself backward until her head hit the headboard.

She licked her lips, unsure where to look. It was hard to pick one between his intense eyes, confident smile, muscles that rippled as he moved, and that erection that waved at her.

Damon was like a predator, circling his prey, and it was hot as hell, but Talia didn’t feel like playing anymore. Her unfulfilled need to mate was becoming painful now.

“No more games, Damon,” her tone came with a hint of warning.

Talia wanted to jump on him, but after all this chasing, she realized it would be in vain if he didn’t let her catch him. Her movements were sloppy due to arousal, and even magic was useless.

What to do? What to do?

The handsome devil was hard to catch, so she needed to lure him in.

Talia got an idea.

She spread her legs, and her hand slid down her abdomen.

Damon froze when he saw Talia’s fingers gliding between her folds that were glistening from arousal.

His kitten was bold and horny, and he loved it!

Talia struggled to keep her eyes open. The sensation of her fingers rubbing her clit was great, but it was not enough.

“Ahhh…” A shaky sigh escaped her lips when her middle finger slipped inside her. Still, not enough.

“Don’t tell me you are happy with watching,” Talia rasped. “Your mate needs you, Damon.”

A deep growl formed in his chest. His mate was right there, calling him, and the scent of her arousal filled the room, telling him she was ready. And he was ready as well.

Damon crawled on the bed until he was above Talia who was quick to wrap her arms and leg around him.

“Got ya!” She exclaimed victoriously.

“Mhm…” He hummed in agreement. “You got me.” From the moment he laid his eyes on Talia, he was hers.

Talia kissed him desperately while clinging to him. She wanted to pull him lower, but he was big and strong, so she ended up dangling below him.

Damon lowered himself until her back sank into the mattress with him on top of her.

“Mmm…” Talia moaned into the kiss when he started grinding on her. He was hot and hard, and she was wet and feverish to feel him, and he didn’t make her wait long.

Damon cupped her cheeks into his palms, and he stared into her unfocused eyes as he slid into her effortlessly. She was made for him.

Talia’s jaw fell open slack, and she whimpered when he started rocking into her. Finally, she was getting what she wanted.

Damon kissed her shoulder, making an invisible trail toward his mark, and his fangs grazed her there before he started sucking.

The sensation of Talia trembling under him was out of this world, and he enjoyed her every gasp and moan that matched the rhythm of his hips. She was like an instrument he could play, and her sweet sounds spurred him to move faster.

They made love many times, but this was different. Her body was hotter and more inviting than ever before, perfectly coiling around his, the friction was just right, and her scent made him dizzy. It was like Talia became his personal aphrodisiac, and he wished that time would stop so that they could be frozen in this moment forever.

Her breathing was ragged, and Damon was not surprised that her eyes were glowing in silvery light. She was an otherworldly vision. His.

“Say that you are mine, kitten.” He needed to hear it.

“Yours. Only yours, Damon.” Her hands reached lower on his back, and she dug her nails into his firm ass. “And you are mine.”

Damon growled and picked up the pace.

He was almost there, the pressure was building up, and he was not sure if Talia’s sweet pussy was sucking him in or if that was just his imagination because it was that good.

Talia’s body arched, and she cried to the heavens as he groaned while filling her insides with his hot seed.

Damon gripped her hip and continued pumping into her until there was nothing left for him to give, and then he slowed down.

His heart thundered against his chest. He did it. They did it. Did they? He was not sure.

He observed her flushed face. He could feel that she had an orgasm, but somehow… she was not happy.

“Are you OK?” He asked.

Talia’s eyes snapped open, and she frowned at him.

Damon paused. Did he do something wrong? Was she regretting it?

He wanted to ask what was going on, but she pushed on his right shoulder while pulling his left one down, and they rolled on the bed.

Talia was now on top of him; the previous maneuver didn’t cause him to pull out.

She started rocking her hips. “Why did you stop, Damon? I need more. Much more than that.”

It took him a moment to realize that her displeasure was because she was still horny. Of course, she was in heat, meaning it might take hours until she was sated. Damon heard that some she-wolves in heat go at it until they collapse from exhaustion.

His kitten was an Alpha, which came with extra stamina, and he was ready to test which one of them could last longer.

This heat thing… he loved it!