Season for Vampires

Chapter 5

Elena felt fissures of heat scorching through her body and she felt herself responding to Damon's heated kiss; meeting his tongue urgently with her own. She was losing herself; lost in rapture from her traitorous hormones. She gripped his shoulders, feeling the hard, muscled planes of them. Her fingers practically burning to touch his smooth, naked skin.

She heard her heart pounding in her ears like claps of thunder. Stefan didn't even garner such fire in her like this. Damon was clearly a grown man with more grown up needs and Stefan a mere child in comparison. She felt almost guilty for feeling this way, but it couldn't be helped. Damon was clearly the best kisser she ever had. She could only imagine how sleeping with him would be if he kissed this good. She soon felt her knees begin to weaken from the intensity of his kiss and he drew her up closer to him lifting her up by her butt and wrapped her legs around his waist grinding his pelvis against her.

Feeling his hardness she gasped out and he interpreted that as a good sign and consent to his attentions. He also noticed that she hadn't moved to stop him either. He groaned, carrying her to his bed laying her back on it then reached for her pants' button and began to undo them.

"Damon…what are you doing?" she asked in panic.

He looked at her, his pupils dilated with his desire. "I thought it was obvious. I'm gonna make love to you."

She blanched but he kissed her tenderly. "Shh, I won't hurt you. Please, give me a chance. I'll show you," he whispered in her hair. Despite herself, she had responded to his attentions and found herself aching with need.

She wasn't wearing her vervain necklace and hadn't been for a little while now and he could've easily compelled her but he didn't. He could also overpower her physically if he chose but he would never hurt her. She felt him take her hand bringing it to his groin and closing her grip over his hardness.

"This is what you do to me, and it's killing me," he breathed.

She felt his arousal throb in her hand and grew hot. Despite any reservations she had before, she cast them aside and began to rub him through his clothes. He undid them for her and felt her free him, stoking him. He groaned. His control lost now. He had to have her. Stefan be damned!

He pulled her pants and panties off in one languid sweep and took off his own pants and came over her positioning himself. Seeing that she still made no move to stop him, he took it as consent and looked her in the eyes and said, "Cara Mia," then plunged deeply into her. She let out a cry of shock and pleasure. Luckily she was wet enough to receive his considerable length.

He gave her a few moments to adjust to him then began moving. His thrusts were even but demanding. She felt herself swoon from the intensity of it. God! What was she doing? What was wrong with her? She was letting Damon make love to her. But 'Oooh, God, it felt soooo good!' she thought. She moaned arching her back to meet his thrusts and reached to grasp his butt. He increased the tempo and sent both of them over the edge. He groaned out loud as he spilled deep within her and she muffled a scream into his shoulder.

They laid there trying to collect their labored breaths. Their frenzied coupling left them both speechless. After a few moments he withdrew from her and helped her up so they could clean up.

When they collected themselves she sat next to them on the bed. The bed where he had made love to her, murmuring endearments to her in Italian, and gave her the best sex she's ever had.

"Why didn't you ever say anything to me about how you feel?" she asked.

"You're with my brother. How tacky is that? It's bad enough he and I are in love with the same woman…again and you know how that played out. Although, I think I made matters worse by sleeping with you since you're still with him. I hope to change that though," he told her.

"But, I never knew how you felt," she said.

"It doesn't matter. You don't feel the same. Sure, I may have given you pleasure a moment ago but Stefan always wins," he said making a move to get up. His internal walls up again.

"That's not true!" she cried stopping him from getting up. "I do care for you. Hear me out. Ever since we went to Atlanta together I've tried to ignore my feelings. I'm falling for you. I can't fight it anymore. I want to be with you and only you. I love you."

He blinked in shock from her words. She felt the same? He drew her into his arms and kissed her. He parted to ask her, "Now, what did you originally come here for? It wasn't to proclaim your love I'm sure."

"Oh, God! You'll never believe what I saw and heard. Stefan couldn't seem to stop laughing about it. When I got home, I heard banging and moaning upstairs and when I went up there out walked my Aunt Jenna and Elijah. He was really making her bed rock. He may have broken it and now the rest of the furniture may be a loss because as I left it looked like round two was starting. And I would've told you soon enough how I felt. This just gave me the push I needed."

"Holy shit! That I would've never pictured! Surely, one as old as he is must've really had some pent up need just bursting to come out," he said with a laugh.

"Oh, I'm sure there was bursting, along with furniture debris. Oh, God, that's bad, isn't it? Me, talking like this," Elena said then started laughing.

They broke into fits of hysteria laughing until the door opened and there stood Stefan looking all too sober and Elijah standing behind him.

Upon seeing Elijah, Damon burst out in a loud guffaw. His mirth was short-lived when Elijah rushed at him closing his hand around Damon's throat.

"You think it's so funny, young one?" he hissed in Damon's ear. "Do you think it'll be as funny when I tell Stefan that you were up here having sex with his girlfriend? Don't deny it! I can smell it on both of you!"

Damon sobered and Elijah released him. Elena blinked trying not to laugh but a snort erupted out of her and Elijah advanced in her direction.

"Wait!" she cried. "I'm sorry. I couldn't help it. It's just that I saw you and…oh, God, never mind."

"Yes! It's all SO hysterical that an original had sex with a human! I guess I don't have needs or desires because I'm supposed to be neutered or something like that!" he spat which got a muffled snort from Stefan and Damon.

He shot them both a warning glance and they grew silent. "I'm not here to discuss my sex life. I'm here to discuss Klaus. So, shall we all act like adults and convene in the study?"

They all nodded and Damon and Elena let Stefan and Elijah leave first. Elena looked at Damon and her laughter bubbled out of her. Damon covered her mouth. "Shh, Elena! Do you want him to kill us? Please, just contain yourself no matter how amusing it was and wait until we're alone," he said with a smile; trying to hold back his own laughter.

"Do you think it'll be a bad time to ask if he broke Aunt Jenna's bed?" Elena asked with an impish grin.

"Elena, please, don't say any more otherwise you're going to get us all killed over Elijah's hormones," he snorted in amusement. "Ah, poor old horny Elijah." Then he started laughing.

Elena hit him in the arm. "But he killed my aunt's bed!" Elena said giggling.

"Elena, we need to sober up," Damon warned, trying to maintain his composure.

When they came downstairs Elijah went up to Elena and said, "For the record, I did not break the bed…much." Then he walked away.

Elena looked shocked and amused at the same time but Damon squeezed her hand in an attempt to ground her.