HUNTED

Leaves crunched under Aila's boots, and she found herself getting excited the further they went into the woods and away from the sounds of laughter and music. Aila shivered at the sudden gust of wind and wrapped her free hand over her shoulder. Damon continued to pull her away, making her strides much longer to keep up with him.

She could feel his growing impatience and desire bubbling inside of him, which made her want to pounce on him, but she still had some restraint. As soon as the light was long into the distance, Damon spun on the spot and pushed Aila up against a tree. His hands clung to her hair, his lips crashing into hers, his knee pushing her legs apart. She moaned into his mouth, and his tongue slipped in aggressively, taking complete control.

Aila lost herself to his touch, his kissing alone making her underwear damp. Her hands rested on his chest and slid up to his jaw, feeling the sharp edges that could cut her hand easily. He broke away from her lips and began trailing kisses down her neck, his hands lowering and groping her breasts. She sighed dreamily as his right hand lowered further and, without warning, ripped her underwear away.

Fuck.

"I think you should wear skirts more.." Damon murmured, his voice breathless.

His finger slid inside of her, and he pulled his head away, staring at her like she was a delicious meal. "Always ready for me. It would be a shame if I teased you.." He said huskily, his eyes lighting up in amusement at her horror-stricken features. "But you've been teasing me all night, dancing with your friends," His finger began to pump in and out of her core excruciatingly slowly. "Ignoring me, shaking that sweet ass. But my patience has worn thin; I can always punish you another time."

Wasn't he already punishing her? His voice alone was torturous.

Aila whimpered as his thumb began circling her clit; she started to move her hips in response. "Aren't we getting a little greedy," Damon smirked, "Undo my pants, and free me."

Aila obliged immediately; her fingers fumbled on his belt, and she forced herself to concentrate; she inhaled sharply from the flood of desire coursing through her being as her core tightened around another finger entering her, stretching her sweetly. She became breathless, and her legs shook from the increased pleasure.

Finally, she pulled the zip down to his jeans and freed his length from his boxers. He felt so warm against her cold hands. "Now, show me what you did at the bonfire," He purred as his fingers left her aching entrance.

But even though she wanted more, she also wanted to hear him groan in desire from her mouth around him. With delight, she lowered herself to her knees and looked up at him as she began to glide her tongue from the bottom of his shaft all the way to the tip. Her gaze held his as she did so,  licking up the pre-cum on the tip before sucking around the head like she did his finger. Damon's hand went into her hair, his half hood gaze watching her every move as she released him and continued to lick his length.

He thrust forwards slightly, and she swallowed him up, almost choking on his enormous member going to the back of her throat. He began to thrust into her mouth; she kept her eyes on him and watched him tip his head back before they locked gazes again. "Good girl," Damon groaned before pulling out of her and lifting her back up like she weighed nothing.

"Wrap your legs around me," He commanded as she leaned up against the tree once more.

Aila bit her lip as she followed his command, her legs wrapped around his back, and she flung her arms around his neck. His hand went between them, grazing her folds before she felt his erection prod against her, entering her smoothly. Aila released her breath at feeling so full from the size of him.

She looked into his steely eyes, becoming breathless as he slowly thrust into her; she met his thrusts and dug her nails into him as he increased the tempo, hitting just the right spot for her core to tighten and her first of many orgasms to overflow her. Her cheeks heated at how quickly she came; her eyes widened in shock at the sound of him chuckling. "First of many, Aila… I'll make sure everyone will hear you screaming my name," He growled into her neck.

Damon hadn't stopped his pace, his thrusts becoming harder, and she found herself building up again. Her breaths became ragged, her moans so sweet to Damon's ears. He moved his hand down between them and groaned as he began to flick his finger on her clit. Her gaze became wild with desire, her hair already messy, her body still a little dirty from their tumbling around earlier.

His little spitfire, his angel, losing her mind from him. He loved the feel of her, her scent, how she crazed for him; he could feel everything through the bond and how she clung to him like he was the reason she could breathe. But he was exactly the same for her. They were in their own haze, their bodies heated under the cool night air, their ragged breaths and the sounds of their bodies moving against the tree filling the air.

Aila gasped, and he felt his length being tightened by her greedy sex; her hands clawed into the back of his neck, "Damon," She breathed, almost screaming his name. He grinned and nipped at her ear, her orgasm arousing him even more. Damon released his finger from her clit and grabbed her ass cheeks, lifting her and placing her on the ground, still connected by the hips. He could see her panting, feel her legs shaking against him, and it spurred him on even more.

The leaves and foliage crunched underneath the weight of their bodies. Aila relaxed her legs as she caught her breath. Damon kissed her gently, but he wanted nothing more than to be rough with her. However, having sex in the forest was like a breath of fresh air and seemed to call to him more, like it was natural for them to bask under the moonlight.

"I don't think you said my name loud enough, angel," Damon murmured against her lips. He pulled back and stared at her almost bruised lips, reddened cheeks and dishevelled hair that seemed to sparkle under the stars. Aila was everything and more, stunning and ravishing, he could rip her clothes off, but he quite liked keeping them on, especially that skirt.

"No reply? Are you embarrassed?" Damon smirked as he slowly and deeply thrust into her once more. Aila released her breath, her crystal blue eyes staring into his, reflecting back a burning gaze. She looked a little naughty..

Aila started to rotate her hips around. "Maybe you should try harder then," She smirked, and he bit into her lower lip in response.

"Let me take over," Darius growled in his mind. Whenever she 'acted up', even minorly, his wolf's dominance needed to take over. If Damon didn't allow him to, he could take over him easily and at any time without consent. That was the only pain of having such a feral, dominant wolf.

Damon didn't reply as his tongue slipped into Aila's mouth, as he buried himself deeper into her. He growled against her lips, his chest vibrating against hers, and he felt her breasts perk up and tighten against her clothes. Darius was pacing in his mind burning with the need to fuck her senseless. Well, it wasn't like he didn't get any enjoyment out of it, and so Damon released the reins to his body.

Darius pulled away from his beloved, his eyes shining brightly like two full moons. Aila gulped, and he smiled at how she already knew who she was dealing with. He shrugged her hands off his biceps and grabbed her wrists in one hand, pinning them above her head. "Did you say harder?" He grinned wickedly, his eyes gleaming from how she bit her lip, her eyes lighting up in anticipation.

She nodded her head, and he instantly began pounding into her, his hand gripping onto her wrists as his other hand slid up her shirt and found her nipple under her bra. He squeezed gently and felt her core squeezing his length, her legs clamping around him once more. Aila began to pant, and Darius grinned, watching as her eyes glow brightly.

Aila slipped away and let Malia take over. Her wolf was much more submissive to Darius, and if she kept up being mischievous towards her mate, then they probably wouldn't be able to walk for a week again. This wasn't the first time she let her wolf take over; she just didn't have control over her body and just enjoyed the pleasures of their sex instead.

"Malia," Darius majestic voice slipped through her mind, almost purring her name. But he didn't slow down his pace or thrusts. He was relentless, the sounds of their lovemaking echoing through the woods, the pounding of their skins making Malia go wild. Darius released her hands and quickly flipped her over, pushing her chest into the ground, her ass sticking up as he entered her from behind.

"Ah!" A groan slipped out of her mouth at the inexplicable pleasure from the deepness and angle of him sliding inside her. Malia moved her head to the side, looking behind her as Darius began to thrust into her, his hands smacking each butt cheek. She could feel her loins getting wetter and her core tightening to such a degree, she began to pant again.

Her hand slipped down to her clit, and she took the initiative to help relieve herself. Darius chuckled and smacked her ass again before going over her more, one hand on the damp earth and the other reaching around her, groping and playing with her nipple. She gasped again, and all at once, they came together, "Darius!" Malia moaned into their mind-link.

Her legs buckled, and she collapsed to the ground. Darius caressed her back before pulling her into his chest, his fingers threading through her hair and pulling out a few leaves. Their chests heaved against each other, and the wolves kissed each other before releasing the reins back to Aila and Damon.

Aila grinned and helped Damon pull his boxers and jeans up before snuggling into him once more. They both laughed at their shamelessness and kissed each other sweetly, gazing at each other adoringly. Neither of them cared about being on the ground as they stared up at the stars and moon twinkling against the navy dark sky.

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