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I didn't have any time to respond, as chaos broke out.

Alaric had stepped between us, catching Damon's charging body before he could reach me.

Damon went mad, thrashing at him, and snarling, "LET GO! I NEED HER! I NEED HER!"

Alaric struggled with him, as Stefan, Jonas, and George also appeared.

"What the hell is going on?" George demanded, as another wave of heat stole my breath.

All the males flinched, as if the pulsing were a scent that shot straight to their nostrils, and Damon pulled against the Alpha harder than before.

"Stop!" Alaric commanded him, but my lover wasn't listening.

I forced myself up, which was a mistake, because my head began to spin, and I could feel the slick heat at my center run down my thighs.

Then, all of a sudden, Mason was the one darting forward.

It was so unexpected, no one moved to stop him.

I cried out, as he pulled me roughly into his arms, and buried his head into my neck.

I fought against him as I felt his teeth latch to my skin.

He was trying to mark me!

So, of course, Damon lost his mind.

Even Alaric had no hope of holding that male back, as he let out a roar that shook the room, and blasted the Alpha out of his way.

He tore across the room like lightening and was on Mason before I could blink, knocking me out of his arms.

The two snarled and snapped at each other, canines of their teeth elongating, transforming...the Change…

"What's happening?!" I cried out, and Alaric hurried over to my side, shielding me from their brawl.

His shook his head, as if something about my scent was affecting him too, and his voice was pained when he called out, "George! Get your son out of here, now! Careful of their teeth! Stefan, no-"

Stefan had moved toward me, his gaze focused with his lips pulled back over his teeth, and the motion did not unnoticed by Damon.

The anger gave him his edge, and he grabbed Mason by the throat, throwing him to the ground with a shuttering force, before lunging at his brother.

Alaric moved between them just in time to catch the force of Damon's blow, and managed to hold him back.

Damon growled in protest.

George had managed to get his arms around Mason and was pulling him back, while Jonas stepped in to help pull Stefan out of the room.

It was a hell of a struggle.

"Have you lost your mind?!" George was yelling at his son, who had began wrangling against him, crying out.

"It's her," Alaric rushed, "Elena's-"

Mention of me snapped Damon's attention away from the others, and back to where I was now trying to stand.

Alaric tightened his hold, noticing the change, "Damon! Listen to me! Son, listen!"

"Get out of my way!" Damon yelled, barring his teeth.

Alaric refused to move though, "Think, Damon. Ignore what your body is demanding, and think! This isn't right!"

Damon growled, his jaw snapping, "Get out of my way before I kill you!"

"Alaric!" I panicked, forcing myself forward, "Stop! What's is this?"

The Alpha didn't take his eyes from Damon, "Elena, you're in...heat."

"I'm…..wait, what?!" I demanded.

Damon lunged for me again, and Alaric braced against him, fighting to avoid Damon's teeth.

"Heat," he struggled, "Must be...Giuseppe….a spell…your scent is...maddening!"

He threw Damon off, but barely.

George was still struggling with Mason too, but Jonas had managed to get Stefan, Tyler, and Luka away from the room.

A spell?

What was he talking about?!

Giuseppe hadn't had a spell put on me!

And what did he mean I was in heat?

Like a dog?

No….like a wolf.

All of a sudden, I understood exactly what Alaric meant.

When a female wolf goes into heat in the wild, all males are affected by her, but especially the young hunters in the pack.

They'd even kill one another to mate with her.

But we weren't wolves, at least, not fully…

Ric thought this was a spell?

Had Giuseppe done something without me being aware?

Suddenly my lucky escape really wasn't that lucky at all.

He'd meant for this to happen, I realized.

He'd gone on and on about how perfect Damon had been, his ideal soldier.

Damon was exactly what he'd wanted my children to be.

How better, than through DNA?

Damon was after all, the Pack's best fighter, and would respond the most to me, seeing that he was ruled by his wolf instinct, and that I was his mate.

Giuseppe had planned this.

I was a fucking Trojan Horse!

As I worked this over in my head, another pulse ran through me, more painful than the last.

"Aahh!" I whimpered, and strangely enough, it seemed to bring back some of Damon's rationality...or maybe his humanity.

"Elena…" he called out for me, trying to reach around Alaric, who was giving all of his strength into holding Damon back.

"I need to get out of here," I choked, "It's getting worse."

Alaric was shaking his head, "Not safe. You go out there- Damon stop- they'll tear themselves...apart to get...to you! And you...can't leave the...house...because Giuseppe might...be waiting for-"

"Ric, look out!" George yelled, having pinned Mason against the far wall, but it was too late.

Damon, finally having enough of the struggle, bit into Alaric's shoulder, as his head was turned toward me.

The Alpha cried out, and Damon used his distraction to tackle him.

They fell to the floor and it contested to Alaric's strength that he was able to grab Damon before he could stand up.

Damon whirled on him, ready to attack.

"God, just let him go!" I yelled.

Ric let out a hiss, his hold on Damon slipping, "Elena, If I do that, there is no way he isn't coming for you!"

"Then let him have me!"

"He's going to-"

"Do as she says, Alaric," George huffed, getting Mason out the door, "He'll kill you to get at her!"

Alaric gave in, dropping his hands, and Damon exploded out of his confinement like a bullet, heading right for me.

All I could comprehend was the wild look in his eyes, as his arms closed around me, yanking me against his body, just before his teeth sank into my neck.

It hurt.

God it hurt.

Damon wasn't gentle, the only thought in his mind being that he needed to mark me, claim me as his so the others would know I wasn't to be touched.

He slammed me back into the wall, biting every bit of my neck he could reach, until the scent of blood filled my nose.

"Damon," I whispered, trying to break through this instinct driven haze, "Baby, it hurts."

His mouth let go of me then, but his eyes were still mad, wide and feral.

"Out," he hissed.

George had pulled Mason away, but Alaric still stood there, waiting to intervene.

Damon's teeth snapped, "I said OUT!"

"It's okay," I assured the Alpha, who seemed hesitant about leaving me.

Damon turned toward him, a growl bellowing through the air.

"Easy," Alaric held his hands up, understanding that Damon was a time bomb, waiting to go off at the slightest hint of detonation, "Can you handle him?"

I nodded, "Just keep the others away."

"Elena, if this is a spell, there's a good chance Giuseppe-"

Damon snarled again, a territorial warning, and I flinched, a wave of heat coursing through me at the sound, "We'll deal with the consequences."

Alaric swallowed, but gave me a nod before backing off.

Once he was out of the room, Damon stormed forward, and slammed the door shut behind him.

Then he froze.

My breath caught in my throat as I watched his shoulders rise and fall with each breath.

"Damon?"

He didn't turn around.

"I can't stop it, kitten," he sounded as if he were choking on the words.

The fresh air from the hall outside must have cleared his head the slightest bit, "I...I have to have you...can't fight it."

Slowly, I stepped forward.

Damon tensed when I reached out, and put an arm on his back, "Then don't. I'm right here, Damon. I'm all yours."

The last of his restraint fell away, and he spun around.

With a single move, we were on the bed, my back against the mattress and Damon's head between my legs.

His mouth went right for my core, and I ached when he placed his lips on me.

He buried himself into my wet heat, devouring all he could, taking the scent into him greedily.

This couldn't be described as foreplay.

There was too much of an edge.

Damon groaned as he shot up my body, sinking into my neck again, and I knew there was no easing into what was about to happen.

This was raw, animal mating.

Damon pushed into me, his cock throbbing as the energy between us cracked.

He picked up a sporadic pace that drove me higher on the bed with each thrust.

His hands gripped my hips, fingers digging in as he rocked me onto his hardened member, over and over.

The heat climbed, building and building as pleasure ripped through me, and I whimpered.

"Damon-"

At the sound of his name, a growl rumbled Damon's chest, and his mouth came down on my shoulder.

I didn't even feel the bite this time.

My orgasm hit me like a brick wall, hard, fast and earth shattering.

Damon's followed.

I felt his cum shoot into me, soaking my already dripping core, and he moaned out his release.

But he didn't stop.

His climax only seemed to heighten his drive, as he continued to pound into me through the tremors.

I threw my head back, overwhelmed with the heat, the fire that had erupted in our coupling, and clung to his skin.

Damon only seemed concerned with filling me with as much of his climax, his scent, as he could.

He drove fast, and hard, leaving more bite marks on my chest, my jaw, my shoulders.

He came, again and again, finishing each time I spasmed through my own pleasure, and after a moment, I found that it was helping.

The heat was...dissipating, as if it was getting what it wanted, and was satisfied.

Damon rocked against me a final time, his forehead pressed against my own, sweat dripping from us both.

The tremors from our final orgasms slowed, and Damon stilled, breathing heavily.

We didn't move for a few moments, just stared at each other and caught our breath.

Damon's eyes were wide, but had lost their desperation.

It was over.

Damon pulled out, after another second, and rolled onto his back next to me.

"Fuck," he breathed.

"No kidding."

I pulled myself up, and stumbled over to the window, needing some kind of fresh air.

It opened easily, and I leaned against the wall, inhaling the slight breeze that drifted through.

Damon hoisted himself up as well, and stood.

His eyes trailed over me, but he didn't make a move to get any closer.

"You're bleeding," he swallowed, his gaze on my neck, "I...I didn't mean to-"

"I know," I promised him, "It's okay."

He shook his head, "What the hell just happened?

I sighed, looking out to the woods, "Alaric thinks Giuseppe did something, that it's some kind of spell to make me go in heat, so to speak."

Damon stepped forward then, concern filling his features, "I've never felt anything like that...All I could comprehend was this….this need to be inside you. It was like nothing else mattered. I completely blacked out."

I reached for him, and he grabbed my hand, pulling me into his chest, "You weren't the only one. Mason fought pretty hard, and Stefan tried as well."

Damon stiffened, "Did I hurt them?"

Because there was no doubt in his mind that he'd won.

Or hat he would have destroyed anything that got close to me.

"You only roughed Mason up a little," I admitted, "But it was Alaric you really got at. I think you bit him."

"Damn it," he groaned, pain clouding his face at, what he would consider, the betrayal.

Then he lifted his hand to my throat.

I could only imagined what it looked like at the moment, because it felt as though it had been gnawed raw.

"I hurt you."

I shook my head, reaching up to take his face in my hand, "Baby no. I'm fine. The bites will heal. It wasn't your fault. Everyone else was affected too, and-"

"And they weren't the ones who got to you."

"Mason did," I pointed out, "He almost bit me, too. Would have if you hadn't of tackled his ass."

Damon shuttered, "Alaric thinks this is a spell?"

I nodded, "Though I don't know how...all Giuseppe had Liv do was put visions in my head."

"What kind of visions?" he pressed.

I hesitated.

Damon didn't need to be reminded of the ways I'd hurt him.

"Nothing too bad," I told him, "Just memories I'd rather forget...like the accident that killed my parents, the pain of the first Change...things like that."

He considered that.

"There has to be something else," he reasoned, "Something that you didn't notice, maybe?"

I shook my head, "I don't know. So much was happening…"

"I understand," he promised, squeezing me back into his chest, "You don't have to talk about it, if you don't want to."

"I want to forget it ever happened," I admitted, "But I can't. Not if we're going to kill the bastard."

"We will," Damon swore, "And we'll find out whatever it is he did to you."

I nuzzled into his chest, "I know."

His scent was so strong, thanks to the sweat, and the sex in both the air and on me.

Breathing it in pulled to my nature.

His marks on my neck stung, reminding me who I belonged to.

I was his, and he was mine.

Anyone that got a whiff of us would know that we were claimed, and there was something that was both disturbing and pleasing about that.

I wanted to bite him now, leave my imprint on him as soundly as he'd left his on me.

The heat swelled in my stomach, and trickled down to my core.

My mate stiffened, and I gripped him tighter, knowing what was about to happen.

"Damon, it's back."

A growl shook his chest, and he pulled my lips up to his once more.

Here we go again.

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