Elena And Damon Novels & Stories

Damian lowered his head, his hands sliding down to grip my hips firmly, pulling me closer until there wasn't a breath of space left between us. "I didn't care about the trade routes, Elena," Damian growled low in his throat, his dark eyes flaring with an intensity that made my heart hammer wildly against my ribs. "I used the trade routes as an excuse to claim you. And now that the world knows you belong to me..." He leaned down, his warm, rough lips brushing against mine in a slow, intoxicating promise that made my knees go soft. "...it's time for me to collect the rest of my payment, Mrs. Vance."

Others pretended to check their phones, though, the upward curl of their lips says their mood otherwise. Being stared at, of course, Steven needed to say something. He sighed, resignedly, like she was being unreasonable for not knowing whether Damon got a twin or not. "Well, regardless even if you feel that way… you’ll be working with your ex-husband counterpart, Damien. He already agreed to be your business partner.” Ella froze, “He already agreed? Does he knoww that I'm his twin brother wife?" Steven nodded cheerfully. “He does know that you are Damon wife. He also said that he’s quite looking forward to meeting you again. You didnt telll me that the two of you know each other.”

But as I get closer, I see she already has a date on her arm. A growl threatens to rip from my chest when I see Damon bend down and whisper in her ear. Her cheeks flush with embarrassment, and she giggles lightly. I freeze as I watch them move through the crowd. They look natural together, as if they have been a couple for years. He keeps a hand on the small of her back, and she doesn’t shy away from his touch. Elana is graceful and elegant, everything a Luna should be. I shake the thoughts from my mind as soon as they enter. Whoever the Moon Goddess blesses me with will be just as capable of being Luna as Elana. No matter what I tell myself, I can’t take my gaze off her. She is a vi

She didn't even attempt to wipe the tears coming down her face during that part. "I'm so mad at him for leaving," Elena said, voice hoarse from talking. "But I get it. I don't want to, but I do." "I don't." Elena nudged her. "I don't need you to vilify him." Emily laughed under her breath. After the driveway showdown, dinner was a shitshow. Elena cried in the balcony while Elijah, Daniel Emily and Lexi yelled over each other about what happened. Emily kept trying to talk to her, and after a while Elijah was strangely quiet. Elena was even too embarrassed to look at Lexi.

They even went to a club and danced the night away. Elena welcomed the distraction. And by the time they got home, Elena fell into a deep sleep. She dreamt. In her dream, Cameroon was with someone else. A woman! And he was doing things to her intimately. Elena froze. She watched Cameroon as he caressed the woman’s ears, neck, and upper lips with his tongue. The woman was sitting on a kitchen table, her back to Cameroon. He stood behind her and kept running his hands through her body. She responded in pleasure. Twisting and turning.

I point at Cassandra, “then threw me into the woods to die. Now you want me back because I returned with power?” Damon’s golden eyes looked pained. He spoke loud enough for everyone to hear. “I was wrong. Cassandra lied to me. She fed me stories about threats to the pack. I let pride and fear control me. I take back the rejection. Annie is not an Omega. She is my true mate.” Gasps spread through the crowd. Scarlett smiled through tears. Cassandra looked ready to kill. I turned to Kael. “You found me when I was broken. You gave me safety and pups. But you left me alone in that cave. You marked me without asking.”

“Lila. This is Damian. Tell the collector I’ll meet him personally. Tomorrow. Name the place. I’ll bring the bracelet, and a check for the full amount. But if he breathes one word about my daughter, I will destroy him and everyone he’s ever worked with.” Lila was silent for a beat. “Your… daughter?” Damian looked straight at Elena. No accusation. Just raw, fierce certainty. “Yes. My daughter.” The line went dead. Elena’s legs gave out. Damian caught her, lowering them both to the couch. He pulled her into his lap, arms locked around her like he’d never let go. “You knew?” she whispered, tears burning.

“This cunt was made for me. My forbidden blood. My wife.” He fucked me harder then. His hips snapped as his cock slammed deep. The wet sounds of our bodies filled the villa. I came, screaming, my walls pulsing around his thick shaft. He followed with a deep, guttural groan, burying himself to the hilt and pumping me full of hot, thick cum. We stayed locked together, breathing each other in. ═══❖═══ Damien POV – Six Months Later Elena walked along the beach at sunset, five months pregnant. Her belly was rounded with my child, the evidence of our sin growing inside her. She was fucking radiant.

He nodded solemnly, though the corner of his mouth twitched. “And you will not, not make any remarks about our relationship outside the script.” “You’ll write the script, Eleanor. I’ll follow it.” God, what was I getting myself into? I took a deep breath. “Fine. I’ll do it.” The moment the words left my mouth, something shifted in the air between us. Damian’s expression turned unreadable, the heat in his eyes replaced by something far more dangerous. Possession. “Well then,” he said, moving toward me slowly. “Let’s get engaged.”

“If you stay in your corner, and obey like the little mutt you are, maybe we may actually allow you keep your other cheek.” Lucia blew her a kiss. “Pleasure meeting you, Omega.” And then they were gone. Elena lay quietly on the bed for a long time, staring at the door with no particular thought in her mind. After a while she sat up again, wiped the blood from her face and stared out of the window. This place was just like home… determined to break and frustrate her. She would not cry. Not anymore. … Meanwhile…Damon was standing shirtless on his balcony, staring into the distance with a perplexed mind.