Vampire Diaries Elena And Damon Dance Novels & Stories

CHAPTER FIVE BLUE I should be practising my dance moves, but I was stuck watching them both. Elena was already half-undressed when I first spotted them. Her blonde hair was down, spilling over her shoulders as Damien pushed her against his floor-to-ceiling window. The same window I was watching through. Fucking exhibitionist. I wanted to look away, but my hands were already trailing my thighs, my eyes stuck to his long, hard cock. I unbuttoned my jeans.

Gasps rippled through the crowd. The bond hummed—alive, electric, beautiful. My knees nearly gave out. Him. Damon stared at the thread. Then at me. His face didn’t change. Valentina’s grip on his arm tightened. The drums stopped. Silence. Damon raised his hand. “I, Damon Blackthorn, future Alpha of Silver Moon Pack…” His voice was steady. Cold. “…reject you, Elara Voss, as my fated mate and future Luna.” The thread flickered.

"I certainly didn't expect, four centuries into my service to this Council, to find myself standing witness for a wedding between a Voss and an Ashgrove, genuinely moved by the prospect rather than dreading it as some reckless political gamble." The music began before Damon could formulate a response, an arrangement blending traditional pack drums with the more formal vampire strings, and he turned toward the pavilion's entrance, breath catching entirely at the sight that greeted him: Elena, in a gown of deep, elegant ivory that caught the winter light like captured moonlight, walking the aisle on her father's arm with a radiant, unguarded joy that made every careful strategic calculation, e

She laughed at everything he said, leaned in to whisper things that made him smile, and for some reason, every touch felt like a show for me. Under the table, Damian’s foot brushed my calf, once, then twice, clearly deliberate. I looked up, and even though his eyes were on Elena, his foot slid higher, stopping between my knees and nudging them apart. I didn’t stop him. His toes traced up my inner thigh, slowly, until they brushed bare skin, and he found me wet, no surprise, and pressed just enough to make me bite my lip. Elena was talking about some party they’d gone to last year, so she didn’t notice my sharp breath or the way my fork trembled.

Lisa, my supposed best friend from high school, with her platinum blonde hair cascading down her back and that sultry red dress that screamed trouble. My stomach dropped. Why was she so touchy? I pushed through the crowd, the music pulsing in my ears, making my head spin a little from the shots. "Hey, babe," I said, slipping my arm around Damien's waist. He turned, his smile not quite reaching his eyes. "Elena, you made it. Looking good."

"But you even mistook her to be the wolf princess. Annie doesn't allow me in bed." Very quickly, I opened my eyes. Damon was making out with her. He was sleeping with my friend, Cassandra. "No, I can't believe this..." I whimpered, my eyes growing red instantly. The box of pizza slipped off my hands and the snacks littered the floor. I couldn't control it. "Damon, how dare you sleep with my friend?!" "Annie..." Damon said, surprised that I was present watching both of them fuck in bed. "Go deeper, Damon," Cassandra rasped, holding deep breaths to take the pleasure in as she enjoyed it the most. "What's that poor thing doing with you? Haven't you dumped her for the last two months?"

, Ophelia said with a smile. “The Alpha King”, everyone repeated cheering loudly. Damon smiled. The positive energy that oozed from his pack was enough to get him smiling. At least he knew they had his back. Everyone took their seat and the official celebration started. It was expected that Damon picks someone to dance with, from within the crowd that gathered but he wasn’t really in the toe-tapping mood tonight, so instead he asked, well ordered Noir to dance with his mate, Of course.

My heart stopped, and I turned quickly, screaming in fear. Before I could make a sound, a hand pressed against my mouth, making me silent. I struggled and cried quietly.And My heart raced with every beat. My God, what is happening? Is this how it ends? Dieing a slave to my horrible husband. “Shhh,” a voice whispered, the voice was low and urgent. “Be quiet, Lila. It’s me.” I froze, my body going still as the familiar voice sank in. Damon. I stared into the darkness, and as he stepped closer,the balcony light showed his face. It was him, as reckless and infuriating as ever.

Elena whispers to me, and I do as she asks of me. It takes all my will not to come in my pants as I dance with Elena, song after song. I get lost in her eyes, and when Elena smiles at me, I find myself leaning down, wanting to steal that smile from her lips. Good thing I stop before embarrassing myself some more. Mark

“Is this your first time attending prom? Considering the amount of time for which you’ve been--what? Twenty--I thought you’ve experienced this a hundred times.” Suddenly, he grabbed her arm again and led her to the dance floor. “Damien?” Eira asked, perplexed. Her widened gaze looked at him but he only said, “Dance.” Eira placed her hand on his shoulder and he slid his arm around his waist, gently holding it. "Wait, do you smell blood?" "No, why did you ask?" Eira shook her head. "I thought you did and wanted to dance to drive your attention away from it."