MARRIED TO THE ALPHA - Season 5 Episode 50

Damon lifted himself on his arms to increase the gap between him and Talia and the moonlight hit her naked body, making her skin appear milky-white, nearly glowing.

His breath hitched. She looked like a Goddess with her hair spread on the grass like a crown, and her gaze full of lust and love directed at him.

“You are beautiful, Talia…”, he spoke in a husky voice. “I can’t believe you are mine.”

Talia smiled dreamily. Silly man. He was the beautiful one.

She reached to touch his cheek, and her hand slid over his ear to caress his hair.

“I am yours. You are lucky.”, she said cheekily, and he chuckled.

“That’s one way to put it.” He leaned lower and touched her nose with his before murmuring, “Do you really think that the two of us together was luck or a coincidence? After revealing the history of our wolves, I believe that we were always meant to find each other. Maybe not in the attic, and maybe not in the Red Moon pack, but I would definitely find you, kitten.”

“Not if I found you first.”

Damon hummed in agreement with her words, and he enjoyed the way her eyelids became heavy when his hands started exploring her body.

His fingers traced the edge of her breast and slid down to her waist, squeezing and applying pressure just enough to get her stirring. And then he went back up to tease her without touching any sensitive spots, leaving a fiery trail and making her ache for him.

Damon enjoyed the way her body coiled under his ministrations. She responded to him perfectly. Everything about Talia was perfect. For him.

Talia gripped the back of Damon’s neck and tried to pull him down. She really wanted to feel his weight on her and to devour his lips.

It took her a few seconds to confirm he was not budging. She groaned. “Damon, please…”

“What’s the rush?”

He wanted to take this slow. Sure, he could pick up her arousal, but he wanted her to writhe in need, and when she reached the point of nearly losing her mind, he would take her. Well, that was the plan, but then he saw that her eyes were glistening with unshed tears, and he panicked. Did he do something wrong?

“Hey, hey”, he asked quickly. “What’s going on? Are you having second thoughts? If you are, we don’t need to go through marking now. We can just relax and enjoy and…”

“No. No!”, she said with panic in her voice. What did he mean by, they don’t need to do it now?

“Then, what is it?”

Talia released a long breath. “I just want to be done with this.”

Damon was not sure if he heard her right. “What?”

“I’m tired of people and wolves interrupting or trying to stop us from being together. Mark me, Damon. Only like that, we will tell the world that we are one and no one will be able to stand between us. I don’t want to be apart from you, ever. The possibility of someone separating us was scary, but now that I felt the anguish of our wolves, I really don’t want to risk it. Mark me. Please.” She inhaled a shaky breath and added in a small voice, “Like that, even if we are not together, part of you will always be with me.”

Damon released a slow breath, relieved to hear that she didn’t get cold feet.

“I feel the same, kitten. You know that I’m always eager to plunder your sweet pussy and make you scream my name in ecstasy.”

He paused to enjoy her shocked expression. He adored the way her cheeks blush when she was flustered, and he hoped that part of her will never change.

“However, this is not the time to rush, kitten. Don’t allow others to impact you to the point of spoiling the good moments. And this is a good moment.” He lowered himself until his firm chest pressed on her soft breasts, and he gave her a long kiss that took her breath away.

“I waited for you to recognize me as your mate.”, he spoke against her lips. “I wanted to hear your confirmation that you accept me. Me marking you depended on you, kitten. Only you. Now that I know you are willing, nothing and no one will prevent me from claiming you as mine.”

His emotions washed over Talia, and she knew he meant it. But what really struck her was that her acceptance was important to him. This willful Alpha who would boss around people and take what he wanted without apologizing, needed her acceptance. It was surreal.

“I love you, Damon…”, Talia breathed.

His lips lifted into a wicked grin. “I know.”

She slapped his shoulder playfully. “It was a romantic moment, and you ruined it.”

“Ruined? Let me fix that quickly.”, he chuckled and then he kissed the base of her neck once, twice, and his lips latched on the spot where his mark will come, and Talia gripped his shoulders to steady herself because the whole world was spinning.

– – –

In less than ten heartbeats, Talia was breathing heavily, clawing at his back in an attempt to pull him closer.

“I love you, kitten…”, Damon spoke close to her ear. “Don’t ever doubt that.”

Her lips lifted into a smile that lasted only a second before her jaw fell slack as she moaned when he twisted her nipple with his index finger and thumb, sending electric shocks straight to her core. Before she could recover, Damon started grinding himself at the cradle of her thighs, every rock of his hips making her gasp and tremble.

Damon said that they shouldn’t rush it, but the truth was that he was also impatient. He wanted to feel her, and he was eager to mark her. At the same time, he wanted it to be good for her, something she will remember gladly, and not just a procedure they need to go through because of external pressure.

He rocked against her, her slick juices coated his cock that was hard and ready, her hips moved to meet his, and she arched toward him while pulling him lower.

“Ahh…”, a shaky breath escaped her lips when she felt the pressure at her entrance and her body came alive, her hips twisted to take him deeper and faster because his movements were torturously slow.

“This might hurt…”, Damon said while kissing the spot on her neck where his mark will come. “My wolf said that it will be fine as long as we allow our instincts to guide us.”

Talia nodded choppily.

His slow thrusts created friction that made their minds hazy in need of more.

“Harder, Damon.”, she breathed. “Give me all you’ve got.”

“Fuck!”, he cursed under his breath. He was trying to take this slow so that it lasts longer, but she was not making it easier.