Possessing My Alpha: The Silver Run Series のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

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

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

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

DAMON POV Elle's breathing fills my ears as she turns into blissful slumber, her red hair spilling over the pillows as she dreams. I am glad she is getting some sleep before her shift tomorrow, but my mind won't stop spinning on its axis as I replay Esmeralda's words trying to decipher their meaning. 'You know what it means,' Slade intervenes, 'the words were clear. Mark her, and she is safe. It's not fucking rocket science, human.' 'Well, hello to you too,' I mumble; now he wants to throw in his opinions; where the hell has he been? 'I have been telling you for months to mark her,' he growls, 'why haven't you listened? Touch her and try to tell me you don't feel sparks dancing along your skin.' 'I know, but...' I trail off, not knowing how to respond. 'What could happen to her if we are wrong? What will that do to her?' I ask him, curious about the repercussions if we do this and it turns out wrong. 'Nothing,' he argues again, 'because she is OURS. Damn it, human, get it thr

DAMON POV "You didn't listen to me, biscuit," I whisper into Elle's ear, letting my hot breath fan her neck and tease her senses. My fingers are coated in her juices as she recovers from the orgasm I didn't give her permission to have. "I didn't give you permission to come all over my fingers." *THUD, THUD, THUD* can be heard throughout the room like fucking clockwork. 'If it's one of your little friends, just kill them and be done with it.' Slade growls, annoyed that we were disturbed once again. Elle's harmonious giggle fills the space between as she readjusts the shirt and boxers, inching off the bed to answer the door. "What so funny?" I ask, my curiosity peaking. "I find it ironic how you're the one who always gets punished in the end," she replies quickly, teasing me with her words; with lightning speed, I grab her throwing her over my shoulder. Her squeal of laughter engulfs me as I carry Elle back to bed. "Whoever it is," I shout through the door, "go away. If it's ho