HUNTED

Chapter 137 - Forgotten Troubles

Damon and Aila were still breathing hard as they lay there on the bed, her back pressed against his chest. Damon raised his head and watched as her breathing slowed down and her lips parted slightly. He kissed her tenderly on the neck, and she mumbled something incoherent. He chuckled at her, and she moaned when he pulled out of her before she completely relaxed her body.

Already she had fallen asleep, and it was only the morning. Damon kissed her again and checked the alarm clock on the side; it was still only 9am. So, he felt content with lying in bed with her a little longer. The training sessions at the moment had been cancelled due to obvious reasons, so the only things Damon needed to get to when he was up, was the usual pack matters. But until then, he would continue snuggling with his mate.

It wasn't long until Damon dozed off as well, as he clung onto her warm body. A few hours later, Aila began to stir, and she sighed after feeling the rawness in her core and the muscular body of her mate wrapped around her like a cocoon. His head was nuzzled into her neck. One of his tree-trunk arms was wrapped tightly around her waist while the other wrapped around her chest, his hand resting on her breast.

She wanted to turn around and face him, even in her groggy state, but he was asleep, and she didn't want to disturb him.

"He must be just as tired as us," Malia piped in with a yawn.

"Hmm, to be honest, I don't think I can even move right now anyway," Aila replied sleepily. Her body felt as though it had melted like those damn ice cubes. There was no strength in her to lift her arms or legs, and her sex throbbed in satisfaction and in ache. Damon really let her have it after Darius tortured her. 

"Hmm, well, you made me wait too long."

Aila smiled after hearing Damon whisper darkly into her ear. "It's not my fault. I really don't know what the big deal was. Being punished because of what?"

"Don't push it," Damon warned; there was a slight edge to his voice that sent a ripple of delight through her body. She wouldn't mind going again.

"Baby, if we go again, you won't wake up for a week," Damon replied to her thoughts and nibbled on her ear. He needed to stop that as well; it was sending pleasure down to her core.

Damon released her ear and somehow spun her around, so they faced each other. He chuckled after scrutinising her tired face. "Should we have something to eat? It's still morning. The buffet should still be out."

"If the guys haven't eaten it all already," Aila muttered as her eyelids were still closing and opening slowly. 

"If they have, I'll speak to Charles," Damon replied with a smile in his voice as he pecked her nose, chin and cheek. Her eyes snapped open as the butterflies in her belly spurred to life at his sweetness. He then kissed her gently on the lips before spanking her bottom. She yelped in surprise and wiggled into his hand that was caressing her. But he slapped her cheek again with a growl, "Come on, let's go before I jump on you again."

He slipped out from under the covers and made his way to the wardrobe. Aila stayed where she was, still feeling a little light and on cloud nine. With great effort, she pulled herself up and leaned against the headboard, clutching the covers over her chest comfortably as she watched Damon get dressed.

"Can you carry me down?" She asked with a pout. 

Damon whipped his head around, amusement flickering behind his silver eyes and a broad smile on his face. He chuckled, "I can. But you won't hear the end of it from Ajax.."

Aila groaned and forcibly clambered out of bed, almost falling on the ground as she did so. But she held onto the bedpost for stability, even leaned into it until her legs that felt like jelly would wake up. 

For the next ten minutes, Damon helped her get changed; she could see how much he was enjoying it. It was because of his domineering ways that she was in this predicament. She rolled her eyes but smiled at the same time. He just helped her stand up after putting some leggings on. Unlike the day before, she felt like wearing her more casual attire. All in black once again, this time, Aila wore Damon's hoody that acted as a dress over her leggings. Whereas Damon still wore jeans and a top, showcasing his muscles and ripped abs beneath his near painted on shirt.

"There's nothing wrong with my shirt," Damon grumbled. "Are you really complaining?" He grabbed her hands and trailed them down his torso. She almost felt herself drooling and wanting to climb back into bed with him. Damon chuckled and kissed the top of her head; before releasing her, she almost slipped to the ground if it weren't for the bedpost again. He burst into a peal of laughter at this. His voice reverberated across the room.

The pair made their way downstairs and to the kitchen, taking more time than necessary, with Damon's arm wrapped around her waist and pulling her closer to him any time her knees buckled. Aila narrowed her eyes after she listened in to Damon's mind and could hear how ecstatic his wolf was, and when she heard Malia, she could hear the delight in her laughter. 

When they finally made it to the kitchen, it seemed they weren't the only ones to come down late for breakfast. Ajax, Finn and Chiara were sitting together at one end of the kitchen island, the guys messing with each other while Chiara looked at them unimpressed. There was also Nairi and Kane, who sat together quietly. Kane sipped from his coffee with his other hand, stroking Nairi's back gently.

"Morning," Aila said meekly.

"Ugh! Whyyy are you speaking so loudly!?" Nairi groaned and held her head in her hands. 

Aila giggled at her friend; it seemed she had a hangover. "I didn't think werewolves could get hungover? What with the whole healing thing.." Aila replied as she started piling her usual pancakes on top of more pancakes. She grabbed some strawberries as well to balance it out. 

Damon took the plate from her, eying her knowingly. She pouted and managed to walk to the seat next to Chiara. Aila was soon followed by her mate. Damon placed her breakfast down and stole one of her strawberries, she was about to complain, but Kane replied to her question while Nairi rubbed at her head. "Well, once you left, she had three more bottles of wine. Did anyone tell you; you're a bit of a lightweight?" Kane mused.

"Three bottles!? But still, everyone else is fine.." Aila replied suspiciously.

"Well, I think we are still recovering from the other day," Kane replied. His words silenced the kitchen as the gravity of what he meant hit them again. Kane and Nairi nearly died, and so even with him healing her, although he seemed to bear the weight of what he did more, it didn't mean Nairi was still in the clear.

"Shhhh, shhh, less talk. More rubbing," Nairi flopped her head into arms on the countertop and sighed when Kane smirked and gently stroked her back again.

Aila nodded her head and began eating her pancakes, but there was a bite out of one of them, and one strawberry left when she looked at her plate. She whipped her head to look at Damon and pointed her fork at him, "I hope you were not foolish enough to take my food.."

Damon grinned at her evilly. "Or what?" He challenged.

"I asked the same thing.. now I have fork marks on my forearms!" Ajax interrupted them, but Damon and Aila still stared at each other.

"No one.. comes between me… and my food. Something you will learn very soon, mate," Aila warned playfully as she stole one of the cut-up slices of apple on his plate, crunching down on it, her gaze unwavering from his.

Damon smirked and put his lips to her ear, "But baby, I need more food than you. I did do all the work after all," He said softly as his lips brushed against her ear. Aila sputtered and glanced around the table as her cheeks heated in embarrassment. Chiara smirked, and the guys burst into laughter. Only Kane and Nairi were still too absorbed in their tiny love bubble to pay attention to their Alpha and Luna.

Damon smirked and kissed her lips before going back to his food. The rest of that morning consisted of the group eating and relaxing together, casually chatting and laughing, and enjoying each other's company. This ended up being their last moments together where their troubles had all been forgotten, and they were just friends hanging out over a meal in a luxurious mansion.