HUNTED-Chapter 381: Wedding Night

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Although they’d done it backwards, against the traditional standards of the first night of marriage, whereby Aila was not a virgin, nor was it their first night together. Aila was still nervous.

Nervous like this really was the first night spent together. It technically was.. as a married couple.

It was also the first night together in their new room. The Alpha King and Queen’s master suite.

"Don’t go trashing this one," Aila joked as she stopped before the bed.

Damon followed after her and started kissing the side of her neck, his hands on either side of her waist. She could already feel the heated tension and his hardness straining against his trousers, prodding into her back.

"Hmm, I can’t make any promises, angel. You look too divine like this, and it’s been far too long since I got to touch what is mine," Damon’s deep voice sounded more like Darius’, but it was hard to tell.

Aila sighed, feeling the tingling sensation of the bond and desire ricocheting through her entire being as his mouth and tongue left open, sensual kisses along her collarbone. The feeling of his claws pointing into the material of her dress made her pause though and instantly snap out of it.

"Watch where you put those things. Don’t you like my dress?!" Aila looked over her shoulder, hands on top of Damon’s clawed ones.

"I love it," he murmured against her skin just above the mate mark. "I’d like it better off, though."

Aila smirked, pulling his clawed hands away. She knew already he would rip it to pieces. She usually wouldn’t care, but something about the wedding dress made her pause.

"Then be patient and unbutton me," Aila commanded quietly. The nerves she’d had started to melt away the more her mate touched her and interacted with her.

A guttural growl erupted from Damon’s chest, a reaction to Aila’s order, but he didn’t complain. Her mate’s attention was drawn to undoing her dress from behind like he was unwrapping a precious present. His hands roamed over her, caressing her hips and up her bodice as the fabric came loose.

There was a small zip at the bottom of her waist that he had undone, and the dress pooled at her feet. Damon inhaled sharply, and a low groan left his lips as he watched her hungrily. Aila stepped out of the dress and spun around, a smirk on her lips and a twinkle in her eyes. She wore a white corset, underwear and stockings, all with a light rose gold hue atop them.

Not that her husband was paying attention to the colour. Damon’s eyes roamed over her bare neck, the way her breasts were pushed up and how the stockings made her legs look like they went on for days. He licked his lips and stepped forward, hands reaching out.

Aila grinned mischievously and held a hand out to his chest, stopping her mate from going any further. He looked at her questionably until a wicked gleam entered his eyes as she lowered onto the bed behind her, eyes remaining on him and spread her legs. Her hand trailed down to her already slick folds, and she started to caress herself, eyes locked with Damon’s.

Her mate’s eyes flashed for a moment before he kneeled before her, eyes lowering to her actions. Aila’s underwear had a hole where the crotch was, so he could have his way with her with the knickers on. It never stopped him before. Normally he’d rip them apart anyway.

Damon started to crawl forwards, his eyes keen on his goal. But Aila stopped him with her heel to his chest. "Strip first.." She demanded softly, eyes moving from his handsome face to the suit he still wore.

Damon shook off his jacket and rapidly yanked at his clothes, uncaring for ripping them apart. This made Aila giggle at his impatience. Now he stood there naked, his erection springing forward.

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Aila glanced at it and licked her lips, causing the head to dribble with pre cum. "Are you going to lick it for me, baby?" Damon asked huskily, his hand going to his length.

Aila grinned. "Not yet, but you’ve got hands. Help yourself out."

Damon groaned. His need and want were apparent as his hand slowly went up and down his shaft, eyes watching her core grow wetter. A shiver went through his body, and a growl rumbled in his chest, eyes flashing hungrily as she dipped one finger inside herself.

"Stop your teasing, wife. I want to taste you," Damon said hungrily, lowering himself to the floor again, still pumping his length slowly. Her desire grew at watching him handle himself.

"Then make your way to me slowly," Aila hummed. She didn’t know where all of this was coming from because usually, it was Damon and Darius that was in charge. But her mate didn’t seem to mind one bit. He was most likely counting down the minutes until he was in control again.

Aila smirked. Either way, her body hummed with an electric thrill from

commanding her husband to do things and what the delicious prize would be once his Alpha side couldn’t take it anymore, and he’d be domineering, taking over her body and mind.

Aila continued to rub herself slowly, sighing as she felt the sparks of desire flood from her feet, where Damon was now removing her heels and caressing over the stockings, from her calves and to her thighs. While he kissed his way upwards, eyes flicking between her face and where her fingers were now spreading herself apart for him.

He groaned and instantly delved forwards, hands on her ass, yanking her towards him. His tongue found her tender, over-sensitive spot.

Aila gasped at the feel of his tongue teasing her. At first, there was barely any pressure, making Aila gasp and sigh and grab his hair for more. Damon chuckled and nipped lightly at her clit, causing her to gasp and her hips to buckle.

Already she’d given him control, but it always ended with orgasmic pleasure. Damon became ravenous on her core, clutching at her backside as he held her in place, his tongue delving inside of her. Aila was moaning lightly by now, but she wanted more.

"More," she cried breathlessly.

"Tell me what you want, baby," Damon licked his glistening lips.

"You," she gasped, feeling the building tension, especially now that he teased her with his thumb on her bundle of nerves.

"Tell me the specifics, wife. Otherwise-"

Aila’s hand flew to his length as she steadied herself on one elbow. "I NEED You," she moaned, her hand sliding gently against the large rod he used so well.

Damon grinned. "No need to shout. You only had to ask."

Aila narrowed her eyes at him and his joke, but they instantly widened when he sank his large length deep inside of her, making her fall back and gasp, feeling deliciously full and trying to inhale the oxygen her mate deprived her of.

"Want me to keep going?" He whispered darkly in her ear. He knew she wanted more.

Aila giggled breathlessly, feeling every inch of him inside of her. A few days apart made her feel like a virgin again as she felt absolutely stretched. No, that was the same every time. It was sweeter because of the wait and because he was inside of her as her husband.

"Never stop, my husband." And in a mind-link, she added. "My mate."

After a night full of screaming, orgasmic sex, Aila and Damon finally called it a night, or morning really, and remained in their blissful state, cuddling each other as the morning light streamed in through the balcony and windows behind the bed. Damon stroked Aila’s hair absentmindedly, watching the light illuminate her hair more.

Neither had any intention of speaking. Each was in their own satisfied thoughts. Aila hummed from time to time, her finger creating patterns on his chest and watching the golden light of day cause shadows on the ridges of Damon’s muscular body.

If every day of married life was like this, Damon would be a happy man indeed.