"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
"What is she like? Chris mentioned her, he said she is a sweet soul" Damon asked, curious about the woman, as he snatched a few chips from the bag his mate was hogging and stuffed them in his mouth. "She is amazing," Clary said, a grin spreading across her face at the thought of her favorite sister, her only stepsister she thought with a laugh. "She is a wild child, a free spirit. She never left the 60's behind. She tries to help anyone that comes along. She loves animals and nature, which is reflected in the color of her eyes. All you can see is rolling meadows and old forests in her beautiful green eyes. She never hides them; she says the world should love her for who she is. She is the bravest of all of us" Clary said. "She sounds special," Damon said, smiling at the glow on his mate's face as she spoke of her, it was clear how much she loved her just from the gushing tone of her voice. "I'd love to meet her, she sounds sweet," he said, grinning when Clary clicked his fingers and
"Mmmm, morning, my love" Damon muttered when he felt Clary moving around in the cage of his arms. He tightened his arms around his mate as the sunlight stabbed at his eyelids where he kept them shut, not wanting to face the day. He brushed his fingers across his silent mate's stomach. "Are you okay, love?" he asked when Clary didn't say anything. "Yeah, just thinking" Clary whispered as she turned over to press herself to her mate. She wondered if she should say something. She'd been awake a little while, visions and scenarios running through her head. She looked at the happy smile on Damon face, pressing her lips to her Alphas closed eyelids. She looked happy, seemingly unaware of what had her lying there in silence. She tried to squash the happy, excited feelings down, not wanting to get her mate's hopes up. "What is it, sweetheart?" Damon asked when he opened one eye to look at his mate. The look on her face had his eyes springing open he saw the small smile on his Omegas face. A