"Damon, what have you done?" Jasmine asked, horror stamped across her face. "You have disclosed highly classified information regarding the authority to a mixed blood, and you, you have helped her," she said, turning on Moni, it didn't take a genius to work out where the mixed blood had gotten this information from. "What have I done? What have you done, Jasmine?" Damon asked, his gaze boring into hers. "How could you? How could you spy on our people, on the entire originals? I thought you wanted peace. It's what we have all worked so hard for. Ten fucking years of my life I've given to your cause Jasmine. I have given everything for this organization and so has Moni and you throw it all away, for what? Do the sacrifices we have made mean so little to you?" he asked, more hurt than angry as he stared at one of his oldest friends. "I am afraid I will have to ask you to leave, Miss Clary Allen, Mr. David. I will have some of the guards escort you out" Jasmine said. She stared at them e
"What do you think I have been doing for the last ten years?" Jasmine asked frustratedly, snatching the bottle from Damon and pouring another drink. "It isn't as simple as that. This is a authority decision, I may be their leader, but I don't have the power to just change the law at a whim. The entire authority has to vote. There are so many superfluous laws that need to change but I can't do it alone. Why do you think I have been sending Damon and Moni around the world? For the fun of it? Stop growling Damon" she said, glaring at her friend when a low warning growl rumbled through him. "Then watch your tone when you talk to my mate," Damon said, staring at her before snatching the bottle back from her hand, she had had quite enough in his opinion. "Don't get bitchy with her because you can't handle your liquor," he said, taking her glass too. "I'm sorry, I've been fighting for so long and I'm getting nowhere," Jasmine said, sinking back into her chair and looking each of them in the
Damon stepped from the magic center straight into the Op's center, marveling at how much easier it was to get around with Clary help, not having to wait for the fairy Jasmine employed was a blessing. He narrowly avoided a knife to the face, ducking just in time when it came sailing through the air inches above his head. "Who threw that?" he growled, narrowing his eyes at the armed crowd, staring back at him with wide eyes before putting their weapons away. He shook his head when a young originals member stepped forward, a nervous expression on her face but the set of her shoulders showed a certain bravery he had to admire. "Miss... Brookwater is it? please refrain from throwing blades at in future, I am trying to come to a peaceful agreement with the mixed blood and having knife thrown at them when they enter into the station will not endear them to our cause" he said, walking over and retrieving the knife that had buried itself in the wall behind him. "It was a good shot and would h
"You mean... I can... I will be able to take Ste... my Alpha as my mate?" Chris gasped out, his lungs constricting at the thought that he might be able to have his mate. He didn't realize he was on his feet and halfway to the door until he felt a hand wrap around his wrist, a small whine escaping him when Damon firmly pulled him back. "Chris, stop, you can't go to him," Damon said, wanting to kick himself in the balls for the man's reaction. He felt awful, knowing that he was going to be with his mate when he was telling Chris to stay away from his, but the man looked desperate. If his first reaction was to run from the room and find his Alpha, would he be able to restrain himself from mating the guy? He pulled Chris back to his seat and propped himself on the edge of his desk to look at the man. "I can't promise we will be able to secure a change in the law, but we are going to try. I am going on a trip to try and convince as many people as possible to vote in our Favour, but it coul
Damon watched his mate go as he stood clutching the clothes, she had handed him, a confused expression on his face. He looked down at the bag of clothes she had brought with him, what was wrong with his own clothes? Maybe Clary was just a die-hard fashionista? He certainly had his own style. He stared down at the satin pajamas in his hand, was she really expecting him to wear these? "Put those on, Damon. I'm starving and as much as you look like an all you can eat buffet; I want some actual food" Clary said when she returned to the living room. "What did you bring?" she asked, snatching the bag of food up and carrying it to the kitchen. Her heart stopped when she opened it up. "Are these... for me?" she asked when her mate came stumbling in behind her, trying to pull the pants on and almost falling over in his haste. "So impatient!" Damon huffed when he managed to pull the slippery pants all the way up. "Yes, they are for you, do you like them?" he asked hopefully, taking the bag fro
Clary tugged on Damon hair; it was too much! "Damon, fuck me. Take that dick out of your pants and bury it in my ass, now" Clary groaned out, needing to feel her Alphas dick inside her. She moaned when Damon released her and pulled his fingers out of her ass. She reached up and tried to rip the pajama bottoms right off Damon body when got up on her knees. Damon had never undressed so fast in his life! He almost ripped the material of the trousers his Omega had given him to wear, grinning when Clary tried to help him get them off. He was tempted to watch when Clary started to finger herself off but the sight of his mate touching herself was too much. He growled in triumph as he finally managed to get the pants off. He took the lube his mate offered him with a chuckle, he hadn't even seen his mare conjure it. He fell over his mate's body when he had coated his cock with the slippery liquid, holding himself up with one arm as he lined himself up with Clary hole. "You had better fuck me
"This is the final one, love" Damon said quietly. He pushed Clary in front of him slightly as he looked over his shoulder at the group of originals members they had just met with, praying to the God that he could help the nineteen men and women who watched them go, with hope in their eyes before he grabbed Clary hand and led her through the magic circle her mate created, leaving Moscow behind and heading to LA. "Then we can go home?" Clary asked hopefully as they stepped out into the warm evening breeze. She looked up at the building they had arrived at, the LA station. It was a beautiful old building that overlooked the ocean, the smell of the sea hanging in the air. "I need to go home, Damon," she said tiredly, desperately wanting them to return to her apartment and be alone. "I know, sweetheart. I promise we will be quick, then we can go home" Damon said, wishing he could wrap his tired looking Omega up in his arms and keep him away from every member they would have to deal with.
"Come in" Damon called out, reigning in the growl that was already starting to rumble through his chest at the thought of the crowd on the other side of the door. He didn't like it! He tried not to glare at them as they followed Monika in, twenty-eight in all. He thought about when they had gone to Paris yesterday, thirty-nine originals who had rejected their mates, Paris being one of the largest stations, and twenty-seven of their friends. He had almost had a heart attack when he had seen them descending on him and Clary. Reading the number of people, they had had to talk to was one thing but seeing them near his mate was something else altogether! "Monika, could you give us the room please?" Damon asked as he took to his feet and shifted to stand in front of his mate. He didn't miss the confused, slightly worried look on her face when she silently nodded and closed the door behind her. He inspected the group of people milling around, dismissing three of them instantly when he saw ma