Hello friends! Thank you for sticking around for 90k words of Elle and Damon's story. It means the world to me! I hope to have this story completed by the end of November, which is a bittersweet feeling, but all journeys must end. However, I hope you'll be happy to know I have started plotting the spin-off book sequel to this story! I am curious to know what relationships you would like to see in the second book. Don't forget to like, comment, leave reviews, share this story with friends, and gift gems if you're feeling generous. XOXO, Emma Taylor
ELLE POV After an hour of drinking and dancing, without the return of Jonah, my curiosity at his location gets the better of m,e forcing me to take drastic, albeit stupid, measures to get some damn answers. Getting on my feet, I look at Taylor, Emma, and Charity, signaling silently that it's time to go the bathroom. No words need to be said for them to understand my intentions. "Where are you going?" Theo asks, standing to join us on our journey to the bathroom. I wouldn't have time to search the whole club, but I'd be able to look around for Jonah and see his true intentions. His demeanor has been incredibly different than the man I met a few weeks ago. "To the restroom, Theo, " I reply indifferently, "you guys can stay here while we go." I nod to the twins and Charity. "No," Theo insists, "let me come with you; it's not safe." I can see Jonah's beta, Eli, watching us intensely while he tries to listen to our conversation. "Theo," I say, adding an edge to my warning, not wan
ELLE POV An appreciative rumble from Damon encourages me to push him against the wall with a crazed need I didn't know I possess. My tongue nibbles along Damon's jawline, fueling my desire even more as my hands explore his body. My thighs tingle as Damon wraps my legs around his waist so he can press my back against the wall, his hips pressing against mine as his hard cock presses into my wet core. Damon's teasing hands leave a trail of sparks along my inner thigh, leaving me a whimpering mess, begging for more, "Not yet, biscuit," Damon murmurs into my ear as his teeth nibble the lobe, my pussy throbbing as my hips move against him. "You need to be punished for your poor choices." He says before putting his lips around my marking spot, my eyes rolling as my head rests against the wall, lost in the euphoria of being near him. Carrying me over to the sink, Damon sets me back on my wobbly feet before turning me around, forcing me to bend over the sink, my ass raised in the air. The
DAMON POV Elle and I weave through the room, holding hands tightly, our scents mixed like a perfect cocktail. Slade is purring like a maniac, barely aware of our surroundings. I am still dazed from our time in the bathroom, stumbling along the dancefloor to the VIP section. There is no hiding from the rest of the group what happened; I am drenched in Elle's juices, and so is she. As we near the others, I link Andrew, 'we are on our way to the table. I do not want to hear a single remark about our prolonged absence.' Andrews's laughter rings through my mind, annoyance settling in my chest, 'Sorry, it's just that Elle linked Theo to say the same. You two will make quite the couple.' 'Beta,' I say, my tone warning him to quit this line of questioning, 'tell the others.' 'Theo already did,' Andrew replies, 'Jonah is still missing, by the way.' I don't need to ask any more questions as we approach the table where everyone else is sitting. Theo and Andrew sit beside each other, talki
ELLE POV A bell rings, signaling our arrival into the deceptively large shop. Plants occupy every space that is not overrun with gems, crystals, herbs, books, alters, and random trinkets. A couch, a loveseat, and a few armchairs are placed around a coffee table where guests can wait. "I'll be right with you," A voice calls from behind a black curtain at the back of the long room. As the boys and Emma decide to sit on the couches while Taylor, Charity, and I wander throughout the store, picking up different odds and ends to look at. Nothing calling to me as I wandered the ambiguous shop. Until I walk further back, seeing a table with jewelry lining the black fabric. As if an inner force is telling me where to look, my gaze lands on an emerald ring matching my eye color with a gold crescent moon surrounding one half. The stone sitting within is unlike any I had ever seen before. It's rough and jagged while remaining beautiful and unique. My fingers no longer resist the urge to pick
ELLE POV I notice the scrutiny on Damon's face as he studies me, but I have nothing to say to him now that my mind is too busy trying to work through Esmeralda's prophecy as I follow them out into the busy city and head back to the hotel. "Luna by birth." What does that mean? I know I come from an Alpha bloodline, but could there be more to it than that? It would explain why my parents went through all this trouble to hide my true nature. Born Luna is a coveted commodity by many Alpha males; there are more stories about their abductions and forceful markings than having a healthy mateship. "Luna by mate." This means I'll probably be mated to an Alpha, my eyes glancing at Damon's broad shoulders as he leads us to where the ubers are waiting to take us to the hotel. As I pile into the black SUV with the other women, I can sense Damon's disappointment at not being able to sit next to me. As the wheels carry us to our destination, one part of the prophecy keeps playing over in my m
DAMON POV 'Why did you let her ride in the other uber?' Slade whines like a petulant child. His worry is running rampant through our connection. 'She wants space right now,' I snarl, tired of his questioning. 'That witch said something that rattled her to the bone.' 'I know,' Slade argues, 'that's why you should have gone with her; she needs us.' 'She does,' I agree with him, 'but we have to let her come to us on her terms. Elle was right. We need to start trusting her to make the best decisions for herself. She will be a Luna one day.' 'Fine,' he huffs before pouting in the corner like a child. 'But I swear to the goddess, if you let her sleep alone tonight, I'll make your life a living hell.' 'You've been doing that for the last five years,' I retort, 'I don't see how you can make it worse.' 'Are you willing to risk a night with Elle to find out?' He asks, a hint of superiority in his snarl, knowing he boxed me in. I am not willing to lose a night without Elle, not anymo
DAMON POV As my foot stepped through my doorway, an overwhelming lust began to run rampant, and my cock was fueled forward by the subtle hints of her arousal swirling in the air. My claws elongate, gliding through her dress's flimsy cloth without resistance. Her milky skin is glowing in this dimly lit room, calling to me like a beacon as my tongue explores her mouth through her subtle moans. My hands are frantically exploring her like it might be the last time we will see each other. I am so lost in my lust for Elle I barely register her hands pushing me away until Slade's coarse voice rings through our bond. 'Damon, ENOUGH!' yelling brought me back to reality; I pulled away to breathe for the first time in minutes, my nose stroking hers as I tried to recover from the high. "Damon," Elle says, her face serious, "we need to talk." "I know," I sigh, "but I need to shower. I won't be able to concentrate with your scent all over me." Her face is screaming skepticism, but she sa
ELLE POV Damon stops washing my body, his stare searing into me, desperate for confirmation that he heard right. "A prophecy?" His face carries the same shock mine held hours before. Taking the shampoo from the shelf, I pour a dime-sized amount into my hand, lifting my arms, my chest tingling from rubbing lightly against his. A low growl rumbles past Damon's lips shaking the world around us, his cock rubbing lightly against my thigh with each movement, making me flutter in anticipation. His nostrils flare, his breaths deepening as he tries to contain the lust within. "Damon?" I ask, checking on his reserve as my fingers continue to work their magic on his scalp, I know what I am doing to him, but I like seeing him relax under my touch. "Biscuit," Damon's breath comes out in ragged puffs, his hands gripping my waist tighter than expected, determined to control his urges. "Please stop. My control is slipping." I can feel the aura rolling off of him, the lust drowning my senses