Nora's POV;

I want to die.

I want to be in the dark, left alone to shrivel with knees drawn up to my chest and scream at the world, at the people, at the universe, at the Moon Goddess, at everything and everyone ever associated with Damon; that's how bad I wanted to die die.

I could feel the muscles in every part of my being contracting, twisting painfully. Heat was emitting from my skin and boiling my insides. The sheets felt like hot oil in which I was drowning, I couldn't hold my breathe long enough before there was another wave churning my stomach. My insides felt like mellow, my throat dried out and scratchy. The bile rising to my mouth burned my throat and my eyes swelled from tears.

I couldn't recall much of what happened after Kaden cracked my attacker's, James's, neck and drove us out into the star lit night and it was then, when my eyes had lost to the tiredness. When I had opened them again, I was transported to my old bedroom at the SilverRose Pack with the same rows of bookshelves, chipped mug holding my highlighters, comfy chair with my fat knitted blanket and the frame containing the final memory of my mom and dad by my bedside.

In the dull lights of both of my reading lamps, my parents smile were beaming brightly. Someone had been tending to the floating water lily which I was kept by my parent's picture after I found out mom had a dozen of them at our old home before it was ever burnt to the ground. I thought keeping one by them would help me remember something of them, although I couldn't possibly because of being only about a day or three old at the time.

The doorknob rattled, squeaking on its hinges softly before swinging open fully.

I opened an eye, gasping for air when he decided to make his step in. I suck on my breath. In the same clothes as the party, he looked as if he had stepped out a nightmare I had conjured the night following.

His smirk was replaced with a frown, fingers curled and it was like something weighting his shoulders down as he walked. His eyes were on me the entire time, not once wavering to look elsewhere. He held a storm of gold and black in this orbs and the rage in his fist.

I could sense his eyes regarding with me weights of pity, although, I knew he'd probably find this funny. So funny that he was perhaps dying with laughter on the inside. The thought enraged me so much, Id be shaking if I weren't shivering right now. My fist balled the sheets so hard, I felt my talons sear the fabric while he took the seat by my side. Him being here in the same room was thickening my blood, but being just adjacent. It was simply preposterous.

Boring his eyes into mine, he undoes the buttons to his shirt. "I didnt want this to be like this between us, but I promise to make it stop."

Rolled to a side, panting for breath when I realize the intent of his mind, I rise muttering a line of protests when I felt a hand pin me back down to the bed, and his legs straddled on either side. "No! Stay away! XAVIERRRRR! Ryannnnnnn! ZAYNNNNN!!!"

His mouth came crashing down against the mark, his lips sucking it of it's warmth and sending a shock of electricity. He was mindful to be gentle when biting on the skin, but I couldn't shake of the feeling as if all this were just another feeble lie meant to seduce me into giving what he wanted. "Damon!"

His actions only amplified the pain, the pain so intensified it curled my toes and made me throw my head back and scream with tears. He was tracing his path up to my face, where his lips found mine and sealed my scream mid-breathe. Using his teeth to chew on my lower lip, I felt his tongue pry my lips apart and soon after I had the taste of him on the back of my throat.

His hard chest kept me pinned to the bed, his hand slid over me exploring places that were even foreign to my own knowledge. My body adjusted to allow more movement for hands which knew no boundaries, his hands going under and up my sweater to rip the backside of my bra. June growled, wanting more than just him to touch her, she wanted him to feel her. I felt the padding slip down and my knee hitch up as his hand roamed my lower half.

Those lips of his were cold, and hard, so hard it hurt and so cold I could taste the lies beneath. To him I was probably just another body he could take ownership of and fuck for as long as he wanted before discarding by morning and I wanted to fight it, but this darn heat was overruling everything I stand for.

I dont want to be the one to be enjoying this pain or his luscious gestures or helplessly kissing the Alpha because she needs to.

The heat waves ruffles from my face to the space between my legs. His hands were soon messaging the thickest part of my thighs, and I cry out, whimpering when I feel the tips of his fingers woven under the petite skirt and spandex tights, touching my skin and awaiting for the moment to tug down. "D-d-dont."

Damon had let go of my hands, his hand under my back pulling me upright into his lap, landing me right in front of him and his predatory eyes. Even in the darkness I could make out the dark cutout of his golden glinted eyes. "D-Damon, please. D-dont," I say in a small fearful voice, making him growl inhumanly.

He buried his face under my hair, giving a kiss before biting a trail down from my jaw to my neck from where the collar of the sweater began. I let out a moan every time I felt the tipped canines sink in, feeling my neck throb warmly from all the intense teasing when he pushes me down into the bed, him on top and his talons ripping through the clothes.

Now I laid bare to my Alpha Mate as he restrained my limps and assessed the view before him. With a hand pressed to my breast, feeling them already bruising a deep purple, he tore through the fabric of my spandex as if they were tissue. His pants were taken off by no other than myself, fingers trembling as they tore the buttons some time ago and paved their own path to extinction. Both hands on my hips and my nails embedded into his back, he dipped his head into the crack of my neck, stroking his brand with the softest glaze before making that one smooth thrust in.

A stifled cry escaped my lips, my eyes squeezed in attempt to lower the pain as he rocked further and further only. My back arched, my chest pressing against Damon's as the painful cramp subsided but the sickening heat only grew.

Remained by his mark, he accelerated his momentum to the point where it became unbearable and my insides were on fire. Sensing the tightness, he made a jaggered jerk outwards and I fell back onto the bed sweating and panting. Leaning back down, he reached for my lips and kissed them unlike he had so far; gentle and pleasurable.

The arm I held around his neck brought him closer, and deepened the kiss we shared with stunning intensity. It was like kissing sweet vanilla candy that explodes on your tongues, coating the inside of your mouth in it's taste to remember for ages.

I don't know about Damon or care whether it was all for show, but this was unlike anything I've ever experience. I've heard about people becoming sex addicts for the pleasure, and maybe in a way I can see why and relate. Sex is just the outer layer though, I was in it for the spark I get when either Damon touched me or I touched him; the Mate bond. Feeling the attraction on more than a psychological level, feeling the bond create sparks that rattle you to your bones. It's just so full filling and intimate, I hopelessly love it.

My mouth was getting sore and weary from all the kissing but Damon never once wavered. It was as if he could going for a full week's worth of sex in one night. Flipping me from the waist around, my face plummeted into a sunken pillow, he began nibbling at the earlobe tenderly, nudging my legs apart from behind with a hand to my rear and guiding my backside upward with his hand to his hip. Damon lowering himself under until he struck with alarming speed. "D-D-Damon."

Squeezing the pillow with tight fists, I feel the hot tears of painful pleasure blind my sight. My legs burned, I groan with both agony and delight from the pleasurable pain of fullness in my lower half. A plea for more slips my lips, my fists curling with the bed sheets and mouth muffled by the pillow, his hand tracing my spinal cord down. "D-Damon?

"D-dont stop. I-I want m-more." I was begging for more when I felt him retract. He bent down, brushing my dark locks aside, leaning down for more of his mark. The mark of his hummed with electricity, sending waves of tingles coursing my body. He held his breathe by my ear, irritating the flesh of my ear by teasing it constantly with his teeth while his cock was slapped with my backside.

A hand was snaked under my belly holding me in place flat against the bed, his other hand was busily tugging my brushed hair to the side for his tongue to experiment with the mark further. My hands were lingering under my chest, positioning my neck with a bit of an arch -which I was growing pretty tiresome of. When I had attempted for Damon to swap positions by slightly shifting my body, he snarled, pulling on my hair harder before biting down again with his canines on the exact same spot when he had marked me on the night of the wedding but unlike that time, I never felt more humiliated.

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Heyyyy...

For those lucky souls with nothing better to do than read, I present yet another update -in which I hope was enough to *cough cough* satisfy some of those exceptions.

I dont blame any of you, Im one of those many fortunate people with a dirty mind. *Sighs*

I have a goal to have another update ready by this Wednesday before summer school, so be prepared for an early update!

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The Author; xbookgirlx15