Hey guys!

Okay so sorry about the belated update! It's been a crazy busy couple weeks and I am honestly writing every chance I get.

On the other hand, this chapter is the longest ever lol. So there's that.

Anyway, I'll stop rambling and start working on WTFD! :)

ENJOY!

Damon's POV

"So I heard you went on a date. As in you actually left the girl's room and had a decent conversation," an accented voice said from my doorway, and I groaned in annoyance as my eyes rolled.

"I'm going to fucking kill Stefan."

Enzo chuckled, walking freely into my bedroom, as if he'd been invited in, "Wouldn't do you any good mate, he wasn't the one that mentioned it."

"Mason then," I corrected, "The Pack would survive just fine with one less Lockwood."

I sat up on my mattress, as he clearly wasn't going to let me sleep, despite the late hour.

"It was George actually," Enzo said, "Though it may have been Stefan that mentioned it to him. And apparently he heard it from your little human's roommate."

So they were all gossiping like a group of old women. Great.

"What's it to you?" I asked him, half tempted to toss him from the room so I could get some rest before morning came.

"I was merely curious. The others are as well, but they lack the balls to come ask you about it."

My eyes rolled again, "It was burgers and pool at a bar. What is there to discuss?"

He leaned against the frame of my bed, "Oh I don't know, perhaps the fact that I've known you for many years, and I've never seen you take an interest in a human before, unless it was for a quick fix, you feel me?"

"She's different," I answered, "Elena is...different."

The mention of her name echoed off the memory of the way she'd kissed me in my car earlier.

I'd never felt the kind of lust that that female had been throwing off last night, which was surprising, considering it wasn't exactly a new concept for me.

But with her in my lap, hands all over...God, she'd been so warm.

More than warm, actually.

That little human was the hottest thing I'd ever gotten close to.

Hot enough to make me feel how cold I'd become, and I wanted more of her.

More of those smart ass remarks, more of that firecracker anger, and more of that burning look in her eyes, just before she'd made her move.

I wanted to drown in those brown eyes, and those red strands, and bury myself inside of her, just to feel a little more of whatever this was; whatever she was doing to me.

"Oh man," Enzo's voice brought me back, and he chuckled.

I glared at him a little, "What?"

"You've got it bad," he grinned, "Never thought I'd see the day."

"Shut up," I groaned, falling back onto my mattress, "I'm just having a little fun. You should try it. Then maybe you'd have better things to do with your time than annoy me."

"You're playing with fire," he warned, unphased by my attitude, "This girl's got you in a knot already. Are you going to see her again?"

"Is that any of your business?"

"I'll take that as a yes," he said smugly.

My eyes were going to get stuck in a permanent roll, "Take it however you want, if it'll get you to leave me the hell alone."

"Does Alaric know you're in love with a human?" he asked, clearly amused.

"I'm hardly in love with her," I snapped.

"Not yet," he reasoned, "But I can smell it all over you. I give it two weeks tops before you're singing a different tune."

"And I'll give you two seconds tops, before I'm throwing your ass out that door," I warned.

He straightened, "Alright, alright, I'm going. But in two weeks, when you're all sweaty palmed and tongue-tied, I expect a bottle of bourbon, just for being right."

"I'll give you a bottle right up your-"

He left before I could describe exactly where I wanted to shove it, but at least it was finally quiet, and I was able to try for some sleep.

It was way too early to be dealing with this kind of bullshit, but you put a bunch of recently turned male together, and what else could you expect?

The two boys were at each other's throats, fists flying, legs kicking, and growls echoing off the trees nearby.

I was in the backyard, close to the forest's edge, with Mason, Klaus, and a small group of teenagers that the other packs had sent for us to train.

It was a new program, George's idea, but it was actually working to our benefit.

I was still the Pack's best fighter, but juggling my duties as Alpha, a husband, and a father left little time for exertion of my abilities.

But thanks to this new training regime, pack sons were learning earlier on how to defend themselves and how to control their wolf so they could coexist easier with the humans and be able to protect their lands at the same time.

However, as I said, there were drawbacks to having so much young testosterone flowing in a condensed area, especially at a time when the males were so instinct driven.

Fights were bound to happen, and I was certain this wouldn't be the last.

The other boys moved back, away from the two that were now on the ground, tearing at each other.

"Should we intervene?" Mason asked, looking from them, to me.

Probably.

The packs wouldn't be too happy if their children returned home too badly scuffed up.

But these males would have to learn one way or another not to lose control of themselves, and it wouldn't take long for that point to be made.

"No," I answered, keeping an eye on the fight, "Give them a moment."

Sure enough, after a minute passed, someone got hit too hard, and the Changed was triggered.

Still new to the transition, this completely halted the rumble, as the boy in question had to pause and give in to the pain.

I sighed deeply at the ignorance, but stepped forward to address the issue, and hopefully, turn it into a lesson for the others.

"This is what happens when you forget your head," I told them, and the young faces stared up at me silently, "If you don't control your wolf, then it controls you, and that makes you vulnerable. Being stuck mid-Change, like he is now," I motioned to the boy on the ground, "Leaves you open for an attack. Be smarter than this, and don't let the goading of someone else force you into a response that could have these results. No matter how badly everything in your body wants to react, remember that it's just your instincts talking. But we are more than animals. Use your brains, alright?"

They nodded, and I looked at Klaus, "Get them set up for the next lesson."

He gave me a nod, and tried to do as I requested, but none of the males were paying attention to us anymore.

I followed their gazes, which were much too focused on something off to the right, and I realized why.

Elena had just come out the back door and was making her way towards us, Daniel at her side.

She was practically naked, wearing only a long shirt, and her hair was tousled, so it was safe to assume she'd recently Changed.

The Pack, of course, was unphased by her, as nudity was a usual occasion, but these young males didn't have much experience with female werewolves.

Which made sense, considering the only two in existence were my mate and our daughter.

Our daughter, who was nowhere in sight.

I frowned, and called Mason's attention, "Watch the one turning."

He nodded, and I snapped my jaws at the younger males, "Don't you all have work to do?"

Their attention returned at the bite in my voice, and Klaus was able to line them up successfully for our next lesson.

I closed the rest of the space between me and my mate.

"Elena," I addressed, when I was close enough to tell that she was a bit upset.

And a little angry.

The scent clung to her like charcoaled smoke, and burned my nose.

"Daniel's going to join you today," she said, her voice attempting to remain level.

I lifted my chin, "What happened?"

She looked down at our son, "Do you want to tell him, or shall I?"

I glanced down at him too, and saw that his own gaze was on the ground.

"I said sorry," he insisted.

"Sorry isn't going to fix-" Elena cut herself off, and took a breath.

I rose a brow at her, and she sighed, "He and Skylar were arguing. She Changed, without permission might I add, and he went after her. She bit him."

I frowned, "She bit-"

"Barely broke the skin," she assured me, "And it's healing fast, but Daniel decided that, in retribution, he'd turn his sister pink."

"Pink?" I repeated.

Elena nodded, "Pink. Her fur...now her skin and hair...everything. It turned pink. You know that Skylar hates the color, and when she Changed back and was still pink, she started freaking out and Daniel can't figure out how to turn her back to normal. So Bonnie and I are going to try to fix it, and I think it's a good idea if he just stays out here with you for now."

I nodded, still trying to picture in my head what she was saying.

And when I was able to, it was hard to rein in my amusement, and a low chuckle left my throat.

"This is not funny, Damon," my mate huffed, "What if we really can't turn her back?"

I shook my head, and crouched down to my son.

He met my gaze as we became eye level, and I could sense the regret and embarrassment he felt.

"I said sorry," he repeated indignantly.

I smiled a little, "I know bud. But we've talked about this. You aren't supposed to use magic on people."

"I didn't mean to," he insisted, "It was accidentally. And now Sky's so sad."

He rubbed his chest a little, reminding me that he probably knew better than anyone just how upset his twin was.

Their connection, the bond that was sealed with their birth, was still something that baffled me, but at least it proved that his regret was sincere.

With a sigh, I ruffled his hair and stood, "It's okay, why don't you go hang out over there with Mason. You can help him give instructions to the others."

Daniel nodded, and I looked back to be sure the other boy had completed the Change and that it was safe.

Everything seemed under control, so I waved to get Mason's attention, and urged Daniel in that direction, "Go on now."

He did as I said, Mason meeting him part of the way, and I turned back to Elena.

"You okay?" I asked her.

She ran a hand through her hair, "How are we supposed to get through another decade of this?"

I smirked, and reached out to pull her against me, "It's not so bad. You and Bonnie will fix Sky, you always do. Your powers are getting stronger, and the twins will eventually get the control thing down."

"I'm just nervous," she admitted, "They're only seven and already capable of this. Who knows what they'll be doing to each other as teenagers."

I squeezed her arm, "Whatever it is, we can handle it, okay?"

She nodded, "I know…if we don't go crazy first."

I laughed, and kissed her head, "Well after you change Skylar back, maybe you should relax? Send her out here and I'll watch them for a while. You can take a bubble bath, reground a little bit."

Elena sighed, and relaxed against me, "The bath isn't as fun without you."

Her head nuzzled against my neck, and I grit my teeth, "Kitten, if you start that, I'm not responsible for what may or may not occur in front of these teenagers, and our son."

Pulling away, she hit my shoulder, "Perve."

I chuckled, and placed my hand on the back of her head, "I love you. And once we're done for the day, I'm sure I could join you for that bath."

"Or we could go for a run," she offered, "Take the kids. Maybe exhausting themselves will help keep the explosive magic bursts to a minimum. It would at least make Skylar happier."

"Assuming she's not still pink," I reasoned, and Elena groaned, "Not helping."

"Go take care of her," I smiled, "I'll cut class short."

She nodded, and kissed me, the action spiking her desire a little, and her teeth drug against my bottom lip before she let go, and she winked as she turned away.

I followed the sway of her hips until she reached the house, remembering just how little time we've had alone together lately, and promising myself that tonight, I'd take some time do things right and really spend some time with my mate.

"Damon," Klaus called out, and I shook my head, turning back to the group.

Evening plans would have to wait; I still had a class to finish.

"You actually called," Elena's teasing voice filled my ear, and I smirked.

"Did you honestly believe I wouldn't be able to hunt down your number?"

"I had my doubts," she admitted, sounding amused, "I have to admit that I'm impressed. How'd you do it?"

"I have my ways, remember?" I answered coyly, and she chuckled, making me smile again at the sound.

It had been three days since our date, and as badly as I had wanted to see her, Alaric had sent me on a run that required me to skip classes for the day, to do a little Mutt restricting in Indiana.

I looked at the hands that gripped my steering wheel, and took note of the flecks of blood that I hadn't quite managed to wash away.

My clothes weren't in much better shape, and I'd have to get back home to change into something cleaner, but I couldn't ignore the urge I felt in my bones to see this human again.

"I'm surprised you answered. You don't have class?" I asked her, changing the subject, as I switched lanes on the highway I was currently coasting.

"I had an early one this morning," she said, "And one before lunch, but the rest of my day is free. How about you?"

"I had some errands to run out of town today," I admitted, "But I'll be back around campus this evening."

"Any chance we'll accidently bump into each other again?" Her tone was still teasing, and I chuckled, "Depends. Are you going to be hanging around the library all by yourself again?"

"It's a possibility," she said, "So if you just happen to show up…"

"Eight o'clock," I smiled, and could almost hear her smirk, "I'll see you there."

I drove as fast as I could, without getting pulled over, and made it back to Mystic Falls in record time.

The surprise showed on Alaric's face when I walked into his study, "You're back."

I nodded, "Everything's taken care of."

"Casualties?"

"None necessary," I assured him, "They were plenty willing to cooperate before it came to removing their heads."

He rose a brow, "You're sure the point was made?"

I nodded, "Perfectly. And if they become an issue again, I'll make it clearer with my teeth."

"Good," Ric glanced down at his desk, "Now I need something else from you?"

I crooked my head, "What?"

"One of the Pack extensions in Canada are having some issues with a rogue. Could be a Mutt, could be newly turned. I want you to fly up tomorrow, check it out and report back to me. Or take your car if you want, but in that case, you'd best leave soon. But go catch a few hours of sleep first. Last thing we need is you exhausting yourself."

"I can't," I said, before even realizing I was speaking.

Ric looked up, his eyebrows pulling together, "Can't what?"

I sighed, hiding any embarrassment that was trying to make its way into my expression, "I can't go to Canada tonight, or even in the morning. I need a little time."

This only confused him further, but I wasn't surprised.

Usually, the Alpha said, and I did.

It was how we'd always worked, and our system ran flawlessly.

But I'd told Elena that I'd be at that library tonight, and that was one appointment I didn't plan on missing.

Of course, I couldn't just tell Alaric this.

Something in me didn't want my Alpha to know about Elena yet.

Not that there was anything to know, really, and by all means I should just shut my damn mouth and do as I'm told.

But the image of chocolate eyes and crimson strands pulled the words from my mouth.

"I have plans," I told him, "I'm driving up to the campus tonight. Can you send Enzo? Or Mason? They've been chomping to get at a Mutt anyway."

The surprise hadn't entirely left his expression, but Alaric nodded, "I suppose I could send the others...but would you care to elaborate on these important plans of yours?"

"I've got a hot date," I told him, trying to keep the conversation light, so he wouldn't ask too much, "And if we want to keep up pretenses, I need to check in with my classes."

"Since when do you care about school?" Ric shot.

I grinned, "I really don't. But like I said, pretenses."

He nodded shortly, and I exhaled, relieved that I'd now be able to go see my human in peace, and hopefully, without being questioned.

"I'll have my phone," I assured him, "If anything goes down that I need to-"

Even as I spoke the words, a sharp howl pierced the air; an alert, and mentally I groaned.

What now?

"Seems like that might be now," Ric straightened, and we moved toward the door.

When we reached the front porch, Mason, who'd apparently been out scouting, ran up with a string of barks.

"Try English, asshole," I shot out impatiently.

With a low gruff, he threw himself into the Change, completing it just in time for headlights to show up down the long drive.

"It's Pack," Mason said, "Washington license plate, and the scent is vaguely familiar, but as far as I knew, we weren't expecting anyone.

"We aren't," Ric's eyes narrowed as the vehicle pulled up, "But I have a feeling that I know who it might be."

It was a simple gray car, not one I could recall having seen before, but Mason was right; the scent blowing off of it was familiar.

I'd placed it, just as the wolf in question stepped out.

Liam Greyston.

He had run with the Washington pack for a few years now, though I'd only met him on a couple occasions.

The male was emitting a whole lot of pissed off, as he slammed the door of his car shut.

"Alaric!" he called, and I tensed at the edge in his voice, preparing for an attack as my wolf rose to defend my Alpha.

Ric sighed and stepped from the shadowed porch, towards the man, and I watched his gaze readily.

Mason also stood aside, wary of the situation.

"Liam," Alaric addressed, his tone the same level reasoning it always was, "I suppose I can guess why you're here…"

"How could you?" Liam growled.

"The rules means nothing if they are not upheld," Ric tried to explain, "It's the law of the Pack states that-"

"I know your law!" Liam insisted, "But she had nothing to do with this! She didn't have to die!"

"You're lucky you were not outcasted as a Mutt for revealing yourself," Ric snarled, dropping the polite act, as I was beginning to make sense of what was happening, "I am sorry for your loss, but you knew the consequences when you chose to share our existence with a human. Her death is on your hands."

"No," the male quivered with an odd sort of focus that turned my blood, "It's on yours. You sanctioned my Alpha to kill her. It was your call. And you're going to pay for it."

The threat was enough for me to take action, and I burrowed down the steps, around Alaric, to confront the male who had made his intent perfectly clear.

"You may want to rethink that decision," I growled lowly, "Because if you want him, you have to get through me."

The slightest wave of hesitation crossed Liam's face.

Not surprising, because he would have heard of my abilities, but apparently even my reputation couldn't stop his need for retribution.

"If that is how you want it," he nodded, and began stripping his clothes.

There was no hesitation, no fear in his eyes, as he prepared to take me on.

I waited for Alaric to intervene, to command me to restrain myself, but he said nothing.

I took his silence as permission to do what I did best; protect my Alpha, my Pack.

"Last chance," I warned the male, but he was ready to Change.

Ready to die.

With a deep sigh, I gave my body up to the wolf and let my nature run it's course.

Skylar clung to my neck as Elena sat down next to me, by the river bank.

We'd gone for that run after all, once Skylar had been un-pinked, and true to Elena's foretelling, it had worn the children out.

Daniel was still awake, but his eyes were drooping, and I knew he'd soon be following his sister to unconsciousness.

I rearranged Skylar so that she could lay on the soft grass at my side, and so Daniel could stretch out next to her.

Elena wiggled closer to their sides, enclosing them between her body and mine, a tactic we often used when they slept outside.

Not that any threat would cross onto Pack land and expect to live, but still...safety first.

My fingers trailed over the twin's sleeping forms, as I stroked their cheeks, their hair, their arms, just glad they were protected and content.

Elena reached out and grabbed my hand, as it brushed once more over my son's dark hair.

I met her gaze, and she smiled sleepily.

"I love you," I told her.

"I know," she assured me, and squeezed my palm.

I looked down to the skin there, and sighed.

How different my life was now; now that Elena was apart of it, loving me, and erasing the pathless male I had been.

Blood ran off of my body in buckets, turning my shower red as the water rinsed away the proof of what I'd done.

As was the thick smoke I could smell in the air outside, the body of Liam Greyston, never to be seen again.

Enzo had been called, and was leaving in the morning to notify the Washington Pack of what had aspired.

Alaric had given me all the details of the why.

Liam had broken the main law of our Pack; never reveal yourself to a human.

Secrecy was the key to the survival of our species, and mankind would hunt us to extinction if they ever learned the truth.

This however, hadn't seemed to register with the male, who'd thought it more important to be honest with his girlfriend than to obey our law.

His Alpha, with Alaric's permission, had disposed of the problem.

I'd tied up the loose end.

More blood, more endless death in the name of safety.

It was never over, and even worse, tonight's little event had made me late for my….well, I wouldn't exactly call it a date, but Elena had been waiting for me, and I'd stood her up.

Which was rude.

And pissed me off, because seeing her was the only thing I'd had to look forward to, and now it was too late.

Unless…

I turned the water off and grabbed a towel to dry myself, a new plan forming.

It wasn't as if I couldn't find her room.

I could still see her tonight, if I hurried and caught her before she was asleep.

Rushing through my room, I tossed on a pair of pants that I was pretty sure were clean, and a plain black T-shirt.

I made sure I had my keys and my phone before heading down the stairs, nearly knocking Mason over as I passed him.

It wasn't until I was settled into the driver's seat of my convertible, where the faintest hint of Elena's smell still lingered, that my head caught up with me.

As I pulled out of the drive, I reflected on tonight's events, and questioned my decision.

Elena was human, and by law, couldn't know a damn thing about me.

The last thing I should be doing is entertaining this attraction I felt towards her, or giving in to whatever this need was to see her again.

It would just make it worse, in the end, wouldn't it?

Probably.

But as I breathed in the remnants of her smell, I recalled the way she'd kissed me, the way she'd laughed as we danced, and how it felt to pull her against my body.

Maybe I just needed to get her out of my system.

Because, until I did, my instincts weren't going to want to let her go.

I'd just have to keep her away from the Pack, away from anything that could threaten exposure.

That should insure her safety.

Briefly, the image of one of my brothers ripping her heart out came to mind, and I hissed lowly.

No.

I slowed slightly, reaching the highway, and crossing the border that led out of town.

They wouldn't touch her.

I wouldn't let them.

Besides, they'd have no reason to hunt her down.

I could control my wolf better than anyone else in the Pack, and he wasn't going to be randomly jumping out to play with her.

No, the problem I'd have to overcome would be my instincts.

This insane need to be around a human I barely knew, the urge to sink my teeth into that perfect neck of hers, and cover her in my scent so no other male could doubt who she belonged to.

As if I had the right to claim her after just one evening.

Damn it.

Maybe Enzo was right, and I was playing with fire.

But when Elena's face came into my mind, I found it hard to care about the outcome.

All I knew is that I needed to see her, tonight.

I needed to bury my nose in her hair and take her scent into my lungs.

All those other issues could wait.

The parking lot was fuller than usual, as all the students were asleep in their dorm, readying for class in the morning.

I gave half a thought to Elena's roommate.

Would she be there? And worse, would she tell Stefan that I showed up in the middle of the night to talk to Elena, like some kind of freaky stalker?

It was a chance I'd have to take, if I wanted to see my human.

I got through the front of the building easy enough, and took the steps three at a time, until I reached Elena's floor.

It was almost too easy for me to pick her scent out of the hundreds of others that coated the hall, and I followed it down to one of the doors on the left.

When her smell radiated from the wooden arc, I knew this had to be her room.

Lexi's scent was even slightly noticeable, though it wasn't fresh.

That gave me a little hope, as I cursed inwardly and lifted my fist to knock.

The sound echoed down the empty hall, and I checked the time.

Not quite midnight, but late enough that I'd probably get confronted if I made too much racket.

Damn it.

Luckily, one more knock, and a few seconds later, I heard the lock being flipped on the door, and it cracked open.

Elena peered around the edge, "Damon?"

When she noticed it was me, she opened the thing wider, giving me full view of her body.

She was dressed for bed, in nothing more than a tank top and her underwear.

My eyes ate up the view, before I found a shred of decency, "Hey. You weren't sleeping were you?"

She didn't look as if I'd woken her.

Her head shook, "I was studying. What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to apologize," I admitted, fidgeting a little as I ignored the urge in my body to throw her against the nearest wall and go to town between those long legs, "I got caught up with some family stuff earlier, and I didn't want you to think I stood you up."

She rose a brow, "You know, a text would have sufficed."

"I wanted to see you," I pressed, "If it's too late, I understand...sorry. I probably should have called...but I was around, and just thought-"

"Would you like to come in?" she asked, cutting me off.

I closed my mouth, and forced a nod, "Sure."

She rolled her eyes with a smirk, and turned, letting me follow her into the room.

I closed the door behind us, being sure to slide the lock back in place.

The dorm room was typical for a college girl, or two in this case.

Two twin beds, a dresser with some photographs, stacks of books, and a laundry basket.

It was relatively clean, and the far bed was made up, and empty.

"Lexi not here?" I asked, as casual as I could.

Elena shrugged, "She was meeting some friends for a drink or something; said she'd probably just crash with them."

I nodded, as she settled back onto her own mattress, where a string of text books and notes were sprawled out.

"What class?" I asked her, pointing to them.

"Biology," she shoved them to the side, "I have a test in two days, thought I'd try to get ahead while I had the chance...but I don't think you came here to talk about my study habits."

"No I didn't," I admitted, smiling a little.

"So why did you come?" she questioned, crossing her legs, "Not that I don't enjoy the company, but as I said, if you were busy, you could have just texted."

"I just…"

Needed to see you, I finished in my head, but she didn't need to hear that.

"I guess I thought you might be pissed about me standing you up. Figured you were more likely to talk to me in person."

"It wasn't that big a deal," she said, tossing her hair over her shoulder, "When you didn't show, I figured something had gone down and we'd just catch up later. Either that or you were a complete tool. I suppose this proves which was true."

I chuckled a little, feeling my body relax for the first time all evening.

"Good thing I came by then," I offered.

"I'm glad you did."

She sounded as if she meant it, and I took pleasure in knowing that she at least seemed to enjoy my company.

I watched her as she crossed her legs, the sheets shifting at the movement, and once again I was hit with the urge to take her down onto them and connect our bodies.

"You alright?" Elena asked me, her voice barely above a whisper.

Nod, asshole.

I made my head move, and tried to clear it.

She giggled, "I can put some pants on…"

So my subtle scoping hadn't been so subtle after all. Hell, who was I trying to kid? I'd been eye fucking her since getting a glimpse of the blue lace that covered the parts of her I'd kill to have against me right now.

"No...it's alright. Stay comfortable."

She laughed again, "Right."

Effortless, she lifted herself off the bed, and strode over to me.

"You stopped by in the middle of the night, when my roomate just happened to be gone, and you've been checking me out since you walked in. I'm suppose to believe that's all mere coincidence?"

Her voice was challenging, and my wolf urged me to respond, but the heat that filled her gaze rendered me speechless.

"Let me simplify it," she smirked, "Are you going to kiss me or not?"

Her words were teasing, but those chocolate eyes were wanting, daring me to take more than just her lips.

And God, did I want to.

But I was too juiced tonight. From the drive, the fight, from the kill, and from my desire for her.

My wolf was so wound up right now, there was no telling how I would react if I got my hands on her body.

I opened my mouth to turn her down, because fuck, she made me want to be a gentleman, but before I could get the right words out, she launched herself into my arms.

Her lips came hard onto mine, and it was useless to fight the chemistry that raged between us at the contact.

Just like before, in my car, I was lost to the taste of her.

I moaned as her arms wrapped around my neck, and she lifted herself, wrapping her legs around my waist.

My hands moved instinctively, one gripping her ass, the other diving into that long brown hair and twisting it around my fist.

We were flush against each other, and I walked blindly, until I found her bed.

The thing creaked we fell onto it, but we were both past noticing.

I kissed her, hard, molding her lips around my own as I got a good feel of her body beneath mine.

She fit against me perfectly, her hips cushioning mine where they met, and I could just imagine how easy it would be to lift her up and slide into that warm, wet-

I groaned.

Another second of this and I wasn't going to be able to rationalize through my instinct.

Not with her rubbing against me the way she was.

I pulled away from her mouth, "Ele-"

But the space was what she'd been waiting for, and with surprising flexibility, she flipped our bodies, so that I was sitting on the mattress and she was straddling my lap.

On principle, I hardly ever let the female on top.

It was so much more satisfying to have my way with them while they laid beneath me and took what I gave them.

I should have known Elena would be different.

Her hands held my face to hers in a vice grip, and her hips grinded down on my hardening erection.

With each roll of her hips the scent of her arousal teased my nose; mouthwatering and irresistible.

She paused to pull off her tank, leaving her chest gloriously naked, and her palms pressed against my head, leading my lips to where my eyes lingered.

I took her breast in my mouth, loving the jolt she gave at the contact, and I lapped at her until she was gripping my shoulders hard enough to draw blood.

Her fingers tore at my shirt then, and I helped her remove it, barely getting it out of the way before she was pulling at my pants.

Knowing she was as desperate for this as I was made my dick throb in anticipation.

This little human was like nothing I'd had before, and my body knew it.

I tried to move us to a better position, but Elena's hands came down hard on my shoulders again, grounding me as she connected our mouths once more.

Fuck, her feisty attitude wasn't just limited to her mouth, it would seem.

My wolf howled at the need to put her in her place, to prove my dominance, but I held back, wanting to enjoy this for a while longer.

But then her teeth grabbed onto my lip, grazing down it as she pulled away, and the slice of wonderful pain was all it took for my wolf to get it's way.

Faster than humanly possible, I flipped us, pinning Elena down flat as my body became a second skin, molding against her.

I attacked her lips, taking from them what I wanted, but she somehow kept up with my pace, as if this was exactly what she'd been hoping for.

Her hands grabbed at my back, and her mouth moved to my neck as she lifted her head to kiss across my skin.

My body roared it's approval, and my hips thrusted against her of their own violation.

"Fuck," I breathed out, "You sure about this? Because straight up, I'm about to be all over you, and I won't stop until I'm through with you."

Her eyes widened slightly as she relaxed back onto the mattress, as if my words had surprised her.

"I want you," I admitted, "So fucking bad. But sex only goes one way with me, and you're going to get roughed up if we continue," I gave her a final warning, "So if you don't want this, tell me now."

Her breath was coming in shallow huffs, but there was no hesitation in her eyes, "You are arrogant aren't you?"

"Excuse me?"

She laughed a little, "I'm not fragile, Damon. Trust me, I can take anything you got. Now shut up and get on with it."

Well...damn.

There was no ignoring my wolf after that little comment.

Her defiance went against my very nature, yet lit my desire ablaze unlike anything else I'd ever experienced.

I tackled her back down to the mattress, kissed her firmly, then used my palm to hold her in place as I dragged my mouth down her body.

My teeth ripped away the last piece of clothing she had on, the thin underwear snapping with ease.

Her scent flooded my senses, and with a primal growl, I settled against her core, lapping at it, at her, until she writhed and called out.

My tongue worked her sensitive flesh, my teeth teased her hardened nub, and my hands held her hips in place.

She tasted as good as she smelled, and I swallowed greedily, wanting as much of her down my throat as possible.

"Fuck," she hissed, "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

Her body was tensing, a clear sign that she was tethering on the edge, but I wasn't ready for her to crash just yet.

I pulled away, releasing her flesh, and she moaned.

"I was-"

"I know," I assured her, nipping her stomach, "And I'll get you there. Eventually."

Her head fell back, and her chest heaved.

I smirked.

Then I grabbed her hips and flipped her over.

She didn't fight me when I positioned her onto all fours, but arched her back and looked over her shoulder at me.

When I didn't immediately move to take her, she shook her ass a little, "You waiting for Christmas or something?"

I chuckled, "You getting impatient?"

Her only answer was to lean her ass back and grind against the bulge in my briefs.

I exhaled, and grabbed her hips roughly, holding her still.

She giggled, and I took in the sight.

Fuck, I was nearly coming then and there, just seeing her like this.

My wolf approved, man did he approve, and he wanted inside of her.

I purred in anticipation and leaned down over her body.

My nose brushed against her spine, and I inhaled her scent, imbedding it into my mind.

She wasn't ovulating, or I would have smelled the hormones, which was just perfect, because that meant less time hunting down a condom, and there was nothing but desire in her blood.

I straightened, and pulled off my underwear, finally letting my erection slip free.

The damn thing was more than ready for her, hard as stone, and leaking at the tip

And even though I was certain she was equally ready for me, I slipped a hand between us to be sure.

She moaned at the contact, as I pushed one, then two fingers inside of her.

Her flesh squeezed against me, smooth and warm, and wet.

"Damon," she whimpered, begging.

I pulled away to align my hardened cock at her entrance, to give us both what we wanted, but when I started pushing in, her walls gripped at me, and she winced.

"God, you're so tight," I breathed, "I...I don't want to rip you up."

She swiveled her hips, "You won't. Just do it. Please...I need this."

With a curse, I took a breath, and thrusted forward.

We both cried out as she sheathed me completely, and her convulsing walls nearly finished me before we'd even gotten started.

"Mhmm," she groaned out huskily, "Yes."

Encouraged that I hadn't hurt her, I moved a little.

When the moans continued, I moved a little more, until I was able to completely thrust in and out of her.

She was so perfect beneath me.

Small, but fiery, she pushed back onto me with each of my pulses, meeting me thrust for thrust.

I let my body take over, and my hips began to swing freely, pounding into her tight warmth.

My hand twisted up in her hair, my thumb running over the red streaks, and my mouth trailed up her spine.

I reached her neck and felt the beat of her heart throb under my tongue.

Then I felt my jaw grind, my teeth shifting as my canines fought to protrude, wanting to mark this human as mine.

I let the instinct take over, and sank my mouth over her neck, biting in a clean score.

She cried out again, but her core tightened further, and my name fell in waves from her lips.

Her orgasm crashed over us both pulling me along for the ride, and I let my head fall against her back as my own climax claimed me, blinding me with pleasure.

I came in heavy bursts, deep inside her body, and by the time I stopped thrusting, she was quivering.

Worried that I'd been too hard on her, I pulled out and rested my weight on my palms, "You okay?"

Her head nodded, but then her body collapsed onto the mattress, "Damn."

"Damn?"

I laid out beside her, and she turned her head to look at me.

There was a smile on her face, "As in damn, I think that's the best sex I've ever had."

Relief hit me first, then the pride settled in, "Of course it was."

"Ass," she chuckled, and rolled onto her back, which landed her in the crook of my arm.

I tried to ignore how good it felt to just hold her.

Almost as good as the sex.

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself," I told her.

She nodded, then winced, bringing her hand up to her neck, "Ah. You really got me there."

My eyes followed the movement to where I'd bitten her, and I flinched when I saw the red.

"I'm sorry," I had never drawn blood before on a female.

Hell, I'd hardly ever broken skin.

But Elena had an odd affect on me and I'd needed the mark to last.

At least, at the time, I'd wanted that. Now, it shamed me.

"You warned me," she shrugged, "I'll be fine."

She sat up, her warmth slipping away, and I missed it immediately, "We should probably shower; get cleaned up."

I nodded, watching her body sway as she stood; something that didn't go unnoticed.

"Or," she offered, "We can go for round two."

I grinned at the offer, "You sure you can handle a second round?"

The narrowed eyes I got in return totally worked for me, and my cock stirred.

Then Elena was straddling me again, her core brushing my sensitive skin, "Can you?"

Her mouth claimed mine once more, and I sighed against her, wondering if I'd finally met my match.

Bow wow wowhat.

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Also, I apologize for any grammar/spelling mistakes. It was late when I reread over this, but I'm just gonna post it anyway lol.