Aila closed the door behind her. The one side lamp in the room that wasn’t broken shone in the dimly lit room, revealing the mess that Damon had left their bedroom in. It wasn’t a bedroom but more of a sight full of broken things. Aila’s heart pinched, and her eyes stung at seeing how bad it was for her mate.
Her eyes roamed over the broken coffee table, lamps, tv, ripped sofas and curtains until her sight landed on her mate. Damon was placed on the bed, a blanket over him. Aila wanted to crawl under the covers with him, but like the mess in her room, she too was a mess with blood over her clothes. Clothes that Cassius brought her.
Aila kissed Damon’s forehead and jaw and forced herself to move away from his scent. She stepped over the shattered objects, wondering why nobody had come in to tidy up. Or it was possible Damon was in such a rage and foul mood following it that nobody could enter the room. It didn’t matter; she was back where she was meant to be now.
After stripping out of her clothes, Aila stepped under the heated water and felt her muscles relax. The wounds on her chest were scabbing over, meaning it would be smooth by the next day. But she stopped paying attention to that, watching the blood mixing in with the water at the drain. Her thoughts turned to Cassius.
She could still feel the bond intact, but besides that, she didn’t know what state he was in, if he was near death’s door or not.
"Wash up and go to Damon," Malia spoke up. She sounded groggy, most likely from the silver and wolfsbane still leaving her system. "He’s waited long enough."
Aila’s heart pinched again, and she washed quickly, dried off and climbed under the blanket next to Damon, naked. She didn’t need sleep, not like before but wrapping her body around Damon’s and lying there was a dream in itself. It was peaceful, hearing his heart thud in his chest, hearing his light breaths, the rise and fall of his chiselled chest.
Aila’s head rested on him, her hand caressing his chest, his neck, sharp jaw and cheeks.
She didn’t want to wake him. Damon needed to heal, and the more he rested, the quicker he would, but she couldn’t help wanting to touch him. She remained like that, caressing him, watching him for probably hours. His warmth and scent were her home, and she’d felt sick without it. Now, she was beginning to feel more like herself again.
In his arms, the night was nothing more than a memory now, although a lot did happen.
"Aila," he whispered groggily. She looked up at him, but his eyes were closed. He turned to his side, pulled Aila into the little spoon position and snuggled into her.
"Aila," he hummed, his hands moved across her stomach, one sliding down her thigh. Aila shivered under his warm touch, but she didn’t move, enjoying his embrace and heat. "Always so soft." He whispered into her ear; his voice was deeper, darker, and majestic.
Aila swallowed. "Darius?"
"Hmm." He sniffed her hair, tightening his hold around her.
"How is your neck?" She whispered. "How come you’re up, and Damon is.."
"I can’t sleep when my mate is in my arms, and Damon is sleeping like a baby now that you are here. He hasn’t slept properly in six weeks. Neither of us has." Darius’ voice rumbled through her back, sending an electric, tingling sensation straight to her clit.
Swallowing past her rising arousal, Aila reached behind her and stroked the side of his face. "Then go to sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up."
Darius leaned into Aila’s touch more, then lowered his lips to her neck. "But he’ll have you all to himself then," he whispered against her skin, causing goosebumps to flourish across her body, her nipples perking up.
Aila shivered and bucked her hips in shock when his hand cupped her breast, and the other slipped down her folds. She sucked on her lip, her breath leaving her. "Darius, you’re injured. You need to rest," Aila said, her voice breathless at his touch. She felt overly sensitive in both areas, and the feel of his hard length brushing against her backside was making it hard to be good.
Darius chuckled, his hand kneading her breast, his thumb and finger going to her nipple and tugging. "I’m not doing anything strenuous. Besides, I like hearing the way you say my name so breathlessly, so needy." Oh boy, his voice was dripping with seduction that was clouding her mind.
His other hand kept tracing the outline of her folds, making her slicker with need. Aila turned her head to look at her mate; his silver eyes were like a drug inducing her to do whatever Darius wanted. "Open your legs," Darius commanded, the hand on her nipple twisting before releasing her and holding her chin.
Aila chewed on her lip, watching Darius’ eyes grow darker as she widened her legs. A single finger trailed down the middle, rubbing her, teasing her. A whimper left her lips, wanting more from the tension coiling in her.
Darius grinned wickedly, and he moved his lips to her ear. "I waited so long for this. For you." He nibbled on her earlobe, his hand released her face and moved to her nipple again, rolling it between his finger and thumb as his other finger pushed into her deeply.
Aila gasped, arching her back and moving her head back, eyes clenching shut at the sensation. "Eyes open," Darius growled, his hand on her nipple disappearing and going to her neck.
Her mate rubbed his thick length against her backside slowly. Aila’s eyes snapped open, her core tightening from his finger moving again and the tightening of his hand around her neck. The sensation was blissful. Only Darius could bring out this side of her, Damon too, but Darius liked taking her to new limits.
"Hmm," Darius watched her a while longer as she stared back at him before he slanted his lips against hers. He teased her still. The slow pumping of his finger made her clench tightly and bite his lip slightly. Darius grinned devilishly, pulling back, his hand still around her throat, keeping her in place.
His finger hooked deep inside of her, inciting a breathless moan before he abruptly moved to Aila’s clit, and pinched it, making her gasp, and shockingly she had her release. She whimpered as tremors ran through her body, watching his eyes light up and nibble her ear again. It was overly sensitive, and a light moan escaped her lips.
"Good girl. I want you ready for us when Damon wakes." Darius released her throat, his hands wrapping around her waist again, cuddling her.
"When will he wake?" Aila whispered, sighing into him, her core throbbing, basking in the afterglow from her orgasm.
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"Did you start without me, angel?" A grin broke out on Aila’s face at Damon’s response. She spun around, her hands sliding up his torso and around his neck.
"How are you feeling?" Aila peeked up at him, her smile not fading as she stared back at her mate. She was still in a blissful state, but even without the orgasm, she would be this way.
Aila was in her mate’s arms again without worrying about Cassius or others trying to kill Damon or eliminate the pack from existence. Okay, maybe they’d always have enemies, but she wasn’t lying there thinking they’d come bursting through those windows or call to her through a master-childe bond, and she would have no free will to decline. Was this what it was like for Davian all these years?
"Stop worrying." Damon kissed her head. "But I am a little pissed. Darius played with you before me."
Aila rolled her eyes. "I meant your neck. Cass did a number on you, and you haven’t slept properly in so long- mmph!" Damon quietened her with a kiss on her lips. His arms tightened around her, his hands squeezing at her butt cheeks aggressively.
He released her from his kiss and started trailing featherlight kisses down her throat. "It’s tender but not enough to stop me from taking you," his voice growled against her, vibrating her throat.
A shiver rippled through her, and she rolled Damon back, straddling him. "If you’re still in pain, then you don’t need to do anything, mister." Damon’s hands gripped her waist tightly.
"Mister.." He glared at her, his silver eyes locking her in place. "It’s Alpha to you. I’m not some random man." His hand roamed up her body and squeezed her breast before flicking her nipple.
Aila bit her lip, keeping a moan from escaping her lips as she stared down at him. "No. You aren’t, and I’m going to ride you until oblivion, Alpha. Relax, and enjoy it." His hand trailed down her stomach and to her damp folds, eyes gleaming when he saw his fingers glistening with creaminess.
"Oh, I will. I’ve spent far too long away from you. It’s not healthy." He coated the tip of his shaft with her wetness and started to stroke himself. "Now, what do you say for yourself?"
Aila felt a blush rising on her cheeks. She wasn’t shy, far from it. But it was normally Darius ’punishing’ her in such ways. She would not complain, though; this sort of play turned her on. "I’m sorry," she whispered, lowering her eyes respectfully as any would to an Alpha.
Damon spanked her right butt cheek. "I’m sorry, what?" He growled.
"Alpha." She swallowed and flicked her eyes at him, watching his eyes glint possessively as he pumped his cock. "I’m sorry, Alpha. I will make it up to you."
Damon smiled then, leaning back, so his head rested on the pillows. "Yes, you will." His eyes pointed to his hard length. "Now kiss it better."