HUNTED

"Take off your clothes", Damon commanded; his eyes burned into hers, and she felt a shiver ripple up her spine, eliciting goosebumps along her skin. Aila didn't question him or go against his order, he was barely holding on to his composure, and she wanted to please him. Remind him that she was his and his alone.

They had spent far too long away from each other, and although she could feel he was alive and speak to him on the phone, it wasn't enough. She wanted to see him, feel his muscles under her hands, hear his chuckle, see his smile. But as she slowly undone her dress and let it drop to the floor, she started to feel self-conscious.

His eyes roamed her body appreciatively like usual, but there was a hard edge to it as his gaze rested on her neck before meeting her gaze. Aila stepped out from the rumpled material on the ground, carefully stepping so her heels would not get caught. But she halted after Damon raised his brow to her, "Remove all of it, Aila," His deep voice rumbled through her mind.

Aila didn't hesitate in unhooking her bra and sliding down her underwear before sauntering towards him to stand in between his open legs. She yelped after he pulled her close towards him and smacked her bottom. "All of it!" He growled. Aila frowned and looked down at her naked body, confused until she felt two holes burning into her chest where he was glaring at. She realised what she was still wearing.

Aila reached up to remove the necklace Cassius gave her, but she stopped when Damon brought his hands around her neck and unclasped the chain and threw it to the side. Aila followed where it went with a small gasp; he threw something so expensive away like it was nothing but a crumb. She felt his fingers on her chin that turned her head back on him, and she thought her heart stopped beating right then and there.

Damon's eyes softened with so much yearning behind them that she couldn't help but stare into those striking molten silver orbs. Aila's fingers threaded through his locks, relaxing into him further as his face looked up past her breasts and his hands went around her waist. In his embrace, she felt whole; the frazzled bond that was painful for their days apart was finally calm. They stayed like that, engrossed in the warmth of each other's bodies for a while.

Damon broke away from her body and leaned down, gently grabbing her ankle, so her left heel rested on his thigh, leaving Aila's cheeks to heat from the position. He unhooked the clasp with the gentlest touch, let the shoe fall to the ground, and placed her foot back on the dark wooden floor. He pulled her other leg up just as gently, this time keeping his gaze locked with hers as he dropped the other shoe on the ground and started to slide his hands along her leg.

Damon caressed her leg from her calf up to her thigh while his lips brushed against her skin, leaving a trail of kisses up her leg. Aila felt a powerful pull of desire rush through her along with the ticklish sensation his hands, lips, and hair caused trailing against her sensitive skin. His hand reached her core, brushing against it with a featherlight touch. She sucked in a sharp breath from the sensation.

But he didn't do anymore; instead, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her down, so they were lying on the bed, and he rolled over, so they lay facing each other. His hands brushed away her hair from her face, and he cupped her cheeks before closing the distance between their lips. He kissed her in such a gentle manner. She wanted so much more. Was this a different form of teasing?

Damon chuckled against her lips, setting her heart aflame and her stomach to set loose a thousand butterflies by that rumbling sound. It seemed like forever since she heard his joy. Although it had only been a few days, a lot had happened. But his chuckle would always lift her mood, no matter what. He placed his forehead against hers and inhaled deeply, relaxing his body further as he gazed into her eyes, leaving no room for escape.

"What am I going to do with you, angel?" He sighed while his fingers entangled themselves into her hair. "Everything you wore, down to that necklace, was his.."

Aila flinched at his words. She could feel how hurt he was by it, but he knew there was nothing between her and Cassius, and his anger earlier was not pointed at her but the situation they were in and at the vampire who touched her. "I'm sorry-"

Damon stopped her apology with his lips gently pushing into hers. "You don't need to apologise. I'm just.. frustrated at everything," He said against her lips and kissed her again. His kisses were so sweet and full of so much emotion she couldn't help but clutch onto his shirt for fear of him letting go.

"You've been.. so reckless. It's been killing me.." He whispered and pulled away slightly, so her eyes were trapped in his iridescent orbs. "How could you go feral?" He searched her eyes with that question leaving his lips.

Aila released a long, shaky breath. "I didn't mean to.. I was leading the hunters away and was planning to lose them once I was far enough away from the pack territory.." She began but pursed her lips when she saw a flicker of anger pass his eyes.

"I didn't know any of this, Aila. You kept everything under wraps. Even Finn couldn't tell me. He could only tell me about the two days it took for him and .. that vampire" A growl broke through his lips at the word vampire before he continued, "to bring you back. And now we only know he got through to you from finding out your wolf's name," He sighed, "Why did you keep blocking the bond? I couldn't read your thoughts anyway from so far away. But  I could have killed someone if it weren't for the bond telling me you were still alive."

Aila gasped and caressed his stubbled jaw. "I didn't want you to suffer. A lot was going on, I was in pretty bad shape-"

"Pretty bad shape!? Are you insane! You got stabbed in the back, and the wound kept re-opening from moving so much!" Malia jumped into the conversation, although it was in her head; Aila was certain Damon was listening in. His face hardened at her wolf's comment.

"Finn said you were injured.. What happened?" Damon asked as his hand wrapped over hers on his face, pulling her hand away only to kiss the inside of her wrist. He let go, moving his hand to her waist, his finger tracing the side of her body from her outer thigh past her hip and up to her ribs and back. The action distracted her, but instead of voicing what happened to her, she mind-linked her memories to him.

Damon's hand stilled on the dip between her ribs and hips as he watched her get stabbed, run through the woods and dodging bullets on multiple occasions until the moment she spoke with her wolf, and next woke up in Cassius bed. Aila made sure to stop mind-linking him before seeing the vampire in bed with her. That would definitely not help, and thankfully he only did it once.

Damon blinked back from the mind-link and looked at her in wonder as he trailed his finger against the side of her body again. "You really are incredible.." He breathed and kissed her lips again. "Incredibly reckless," He whispered against her lips.

She sighed into him, "But the hunters are away from the pack now.." She mumbled, their lips still meeting. She was melting against his body while her hands automatically reached down and grabbed the bottom of his shirt, sliding it off over his head and throwing it to the side.

"When you were shot, Damon.." Aila whispered, resting her hands against his pecs. "All I could think about was how to keep you and the pack safe.." A tear escaped her eye as she looked down at the small scars left behind from where he was shot.

"I know, baby," He wiped away her tear and kissed her cheek before meeting her lips again. "I know it's hard, but try not to do anything reckless. I can't stand being away from you.." He kissed her again, and before she could reply, her body responded to his.

He deepened the kiss, his hands in her hair, as her hands trailed down the slabs of his eight pack and began undoing his jeans. He whipped them done along with his boxers and threw his clothes aside. His erection sprung out and pressed against her, demanding and fierce. She moaned against his lips, their tongues intertwining as her hands slid up his body and wrapped around his neck.

There was both urgency and wanting to prolong the moment as much as possible. To stay in their little bubble without any care or trouble. Damon rolled over, keeping his body close to hers, still kissing. She whimpered against him, feeling the hot tip of him nudge against her warm, wet folds. He hummed in delight, "Always so ready for me, angel.."

"Only for you." She replied breathlessly as he pushed into her inciting a breathless moan from her. He pulled back and thrust into her slowly again; she clung onto his back, her legs wrapping around him as her centre clenched around his length greedily. Neither one of them wanted to rush this; they were at last together and wanted to feel everything.

Though they said they were tired to the group, the pair were up all night. Their hands craved each other's touch, while their bodies were as one in their slow, all-consuming, feverish, passionate lovemaking.