"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
"Monika, I... didn't see you there," Damon said, taking in the flush on his mate's face when they broke apart. He pushed Clary behind him, wanting to hide her from her, even if her mate followed her into the room. "And Jason, I hear congratulations are in order?" he asked, squashing his protective instincts down and stepping forward to shake Jason' hand. "Don't touch him!" Monika snarled, pulling her mate back behind her and baring her teeth at Damon. She watched every movement when he snatched his hand back, taking a step back from her. She fought her instincts to rip his arm off as she blocked as much of her Omega from the Alphas gaze as her tiny frame allowed. It took a moment of hard breathing for her to get control of herself, having to remind herself that Damon was no threat to Jason or their baby. "Damon, I'm sorry, I'm a little protective of them at the moment," she said as calmly as she could. "I should have thought, that was careless of me, please forgive me," Damon said. "
"Clary, wait" Damon called as he stumbled out of the come into Clary apartment. He tried to grab his mate's arm, but he just kept on running. He followed Clary through the living area and into her bedroom, watching as she jumped into her bed and pulled the covers up over her head, not uttering a word. He looked around the room, taking in the piles of clothes and the strong smell of their mingled scents, it all finally made sense! He walked over to the bed and crawled beneath the covers."Are you mad at me?" Clary asked, just able to see a vague outline under the mass of blankets. "I swear, I didn't do it on...""Allen, of course I'm not mad at you, you haven't done anything wrong, love," Damon said, pulling Clary in and wrapping himself around his fairy, his fairy whose scent had intensified beyond anything Damon had smelled from her. God! She smelled wonderful! "Why would you think I was mad at you?" he whispered in Clary ear, feeling the heat radiating from her. Shit!"You were angr
Damon bolted up the street, the air that was free of his mate's scent rushing into his lungs and clearing his head, breaking through the desire that had been rushing through him and letting him think clearly. He skidded to a stop at the corner of the street. A shudder running down his spine and stealing the strength from his legs had him falling to his knees. He couldn't take another step. He wanted to scream, his hatred for the situation and the authority and the law compounding into one defiant thought, Fuck the authority. Fuck them and their shitty law. He was running away again, leaving his mate and walking away when he had promised not to. He had promised Clary that he would stay, that he would prove himself to her and here he was, running away because the authority demanded it. Because they got to decide his happiness and dictate who he could and couldn't mate. Fuck that, his mate was suffering, and he was running away and leaving her to deal with it, to fend for herself at the
"You need to cool off, love" Damon said when a distressed whine broke from his mate. He pushed the plug into the clawfoot tub and ran the water, filling the bath with tepid water. "I... don't... I want..." Clary didn't want a bath, she wanted skin contact with her mate. The need for it pushed her at Damon once more. She pulled herself in close, wrapping her arms around her Alphas neck and claimed her lips, swirling her tongue into her mate's mouth. Her brain was screaming yes when Damon hands came around her waist, pulling her closer, bringing every inch of their bodies together. She stopped breathing when she felt another wave of slick pour from her, the sensations tingling from her lips pushing her sensitive body to produce more. "Fuck!" Damon muttered against Clary lips when he scented his mates slick. The scent called to his base instincts, screaming at him that his Omega was ready for him, that he was ready to be taken. He squashed it down, even when Clary hands started wanderin
"Please, Damon" Clary gasped out, her eyes springing open to gaze up at her mate. She frantically moved her hips, needing the friction. "Please fuck me, I need you" she begged, pleading desperately for something, anything. She bared her neck to her alpha once more, the Omega in her forcing to submit. "Oh, I'm going to fuck you, I am going to fuck you and I am going to claim you. Is that what you want?" Damon growled out. He pulled his fingers from his mate's drenched ass when she nodded emphatically with wide eyes. His mate's stuttering breath was pushing him to claim erm, to sink his teeth into her scent glands. He lined his cock up with Clary hole, rubbing it between the cleft of his cheeks to soak it in her slick. "Yes, fuck me. Make me yours, Alpha" Clary screamed when she felt Damon cock brushing against her ass, a heavy desperate feeling in the pit of his stomach as the soft skin of his cock brushed against her own oversensitive skin as he teased her. "Please, I need it, fuck m
"As much as I love seeing that mark on your neck, it looks sore, please heal it, love," Damon asked as he broke from the kiss, staring at the mark on his mate's beautiful neck. He grinned when Clary raised her hand and healed the mark, leaving a double crescent scarred imprint of his teeth. She stroked her fingers over it, his heart thundering in his chest as he looked at it, beautiful! He thought to himself. "Are you okay?" Clary asked, noting the shake of Damon arms as she held herself up. She knew it would be a while before Damon knot went down. She tightened her legs around her Alphas waist and twisted their bodies to roll them over, wincing as her mate's dick tugged at her hole. "Motherfucker!" she shouted as she came to land on top, straddling Damon hips. "Shit, Clary, are you okay?" Damon asked, his hands fluttering over Clary back and ass, not sure what to do. He settled for rubbing soothing circles into his mate's ass cheeks. He looked up at Clary, taking in the gorgeous lig
Damon woke to feel his mate grinding against his cock. His eyes sprang open, instantly taking in the scent of his Omegas slick and the hot, sweaty feeling of every inch of his body pressed against him. The slick that was dripping onto his cock and all over his thighs from his mate's leaking ass smelled divine. He looked over Clary shoulder to realize he was still asleep. "Clary, wake up, love" he whispered, unable to speak from the lack of breath his mate's heavenly scent was stealing. Clary woke with a whine. A desperation consuming her before she even had her eyes open. "Damon... can we... I need..." she gasped out as the need for her Alphas knot crashed through her. "What do you need, love?" Damon asked, levering himself up onto his elbow to look down at his mate, seeing the bright silver glow of her eyes. Fuck! She was so beautiful. She watched with surprise as Clary slipped from his embrace and pushed herself up onto all four's. Clary was too far gone in her need for Damon to b