The Alpha's Bride

Damon was eager to merge with Talia completely and to feel the heavenly friction that is accompanied with sparks that made him feel alive, and the sheer thought of Talia clawing his back while shivering in ecstasy under him was turning him on to the point of madness, but he told himself to slow down.

Damon was never into foreplay, as women would soak their panties in arousal just because he looked at them in a certain way.

It's the aura of the Alpha that is nearly irresistible to any she-wolf who doesn't have the mate bond to protect her from the undeniable attraction that comes with the urge to submit to the powerful man, and the fact that Damon is easy on the eyes and rich, didn't hurt him either.

However, Talia was different.

Damon was aware that he can't conquer Talia unless she allows him because she is immune not only to the attraction of power and wealth, but his aura is not affecting her either. She is above it all, and he knew that if he wanted Talia by his side, he had to earn it.

Alcohol was muddling Talia's mind, and Damon's proximity came with the feeling of his body pressing on hers, his heat, his scent, and the addictive sparks of their bond… and he was pushing her bra out of the way while caressing her body and peppering kisses on her neck and collarbones, and how can one think in such a situation?

But one thing came to her mind. It's a thought that bothered her for some time, and only with the alcohol in her system, she was brave enough to speak up.

"Damon, why do we always do it like this?"

Damon lifted his head, and his lips were puckered. He was about to suck on her nipple when her question got his attention.

"Like what?", he asked, feeling that this was something important.

"Like…" Talia's face exploded in blush. "With you… like this…" She steeled her resolve, and blurted a question, "Don't you want to take me from the back?"

Damon's eyebrows shot up in surprise. From the back? Doggy style? Of course! He would take her in any way possible, but her question was strange. "Why did you ask me that?"

"Because… I heard that you like to take a woman from the back.", Talia said in a small voice.

Damon paused. It was not necessarily false. When he took a woman from the back, he didn't need to bother with lame explanations related to why he didn't want to kiss or hug the woman under him, the unnecessary skin-to-skin contact was minimized, and he didn't even need to look at their faces. That might be one of the reasons why Damon didn't remember most of the women he slept with… his memory was restricted to their ass and back.

But all that was applicable to his habits before Talia. "Where did you hear that?"

"From Ashley and Heather." Two women who approached her in front of the library.

Damon's brows came together. Who the hell were Ashley and Heather? But that didn't matter because he was sure those were two insignificant women from his past.

He knew that those two nobodies flapped their mouths in jealousy with the goal to make Talia feel like one of many. He was glad that Talia didn't point out his past in an accusing manner, but that didn't mean she was not hurt.

Damon was also aware that Talia wouldn't mention it if she was not intoxicated.

He pushed himself in a sitting position and scooped Talia in his arms.

Talia sat on Damon's lap and leaned on him while wondering if she asked for something she shouldn't have. Why else would his mood drop like that?

"It's not about how…", Damon said while nuzzling Talia's neck with his nose. "It's with whom."

He kissed the base of her neck on the left side, where his mark will come, and Talia gripped his shoulders to steady herself. That was such a sensitive spot.

"This…" He kissed her there again. "Only I can make you feel this good, kitten, and no woman compares to you. I hope you won't care about what others say because they either belong in the past or are hoping for something that will never happen. My present and future have only you in it and we will do it any way you want. Not because someone else said it, but because you want it, and that will make all the difference in the world."

Talia bit her lower lip nervously. "I would like us to try different… things."

Damon smiled a little, knowing that Talia gathered a lot of courage in order to speak up. "We will."

He pecked her lips once, twice, and then he stood up with Talia in his arms and walked into the bathroom.

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Damon put Talia to sit on the counter of his sink and Talia jolted when the cold marble collided with the heat of her skin.

She watched in a daze as Damon started the shower and removed his clothes.

Without a word spoken, Damon scooped Talia in his arms and carried her into the shower.

Talia didn't resist when he put her to stand, and he removed her panties, the last garment that was on her.

She let him do whatever he wanted.

Damon squirted shower gel on his palms and stood behind Talia. He started by washing her back, and then he pulled her to lean on his chest while his hands worked on her front.

Talia's body arched as she silently urged him to handle her breasts with more force, but Damon continued moving his palms in small circles, down to her abdomen, barely grazing her flower, and then over her thighs, making her relaxed and tense at the same time.

Talia couldn't believe that she was getting this gentle pampering service from Damon, the scary Alpha who has mood swings yet he never fails to look at her tenderly… her mate.

Talia turned to face Damon and her eyes flashed at the sight of his erection that waved at her. She could see that he wanted her, and she was confident that he could feel her arousal through the mate bond just how she could feel his emotions.

But for some reason, unknown to her, Damon wanted them to take this torturously slow shower and she decided to play along.

"I want to wash you. If that's OK."

In response, Damon took the shower gel and squeezed some on her palms.

Damon stood unmovingly while studying her exquisite features, like he wanted to commit every curve of her body to his memory.

Since she came to the Dark Howlers pack, Talia gained a bit of weight, and even though she would still be considered skinny by werewolf's standards, her skin had a healthy glow and there was a noticeable change in her attitude. Talia was not shrinking anymore when facing a tricky situation, and Damon knew that her transformation was not complete. He was looking forward to her changes in the future.

Talia looked up at Damon and met his piercing gaze. "What?"

"You are beautiful."

Talia's cheeks heated due to the intensity of his emotions that hit her hard. She knew that it was not an empty compliment. He really meant it. To him, she was beautiful.

She could also feel his sincerity and how much he suppressed his urge to make love to her.

Talia put her arms around his neck and smiled. "You don't need to do this, Damon."

"Do, what?", he asked cautiously.

"Hold back.", she responded. "Don't hold back, Damon, because I want…" The next words were stuck in her throat. What happened with her courage? Ah, it seems that the alcohol wore off!

"What do you want, kitten?", Damon urged her to speak up. He had a good idea where this was going, but he still wanted her to say it.

Talia inhaled forcibly. "I want… you."

Damon lowered his head and captured Talia's lips with his into a mind-spinning kiss.

She was not begging, but she said it. She wanted him, and he was eager to deliver whatever she wanted.

Talia felt Damon pushing her backward with his body, and she thought that he will take her right there under the shower, but he didn't.

At some point, he turned off the water and grabbed a towel, and Talia realized what's going on when Damon wrapped her in a fluffy towel carried her to the bedroom.

He didn't dry his body and he was butt naked, leaving wet footprints mixed with waterdrops as he walked.

Damon placed Talia on the bed and stood on his arms and legs around her, a drop of water from his damp hair fell on her forehead.

He leaned lower and kissed that drop of water away.

"How do you want me, kitten?" His lips moved against her skin.

"Anything is fine.", she responded. "As long as it's with you."

"I thought you wanted something different.", he reminded her. "I'm giving you a choice."

Talia stumbled over her words. "But… I don't know anything other than what we did. And everything we did was… amazing."

A wicked smile bloomed on Damon's face. He knew that he was her first, but somehow, whenever she confirmed it, it made his ego swell further.

Talia was pure, unspoiled, and completely his to corrupt. He was up to the challenge.

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