Aila stared back at herself in the mirror, dumbfounded. She didn’t know why the girls were adamant about dressing her up. It was obvious she and Damon were going on a date but wasn’t this a little too much?
Aila wore a bright red, strappy midi that clung to her figure, revealing her curves; a slit ran up one side of her legs almost all the way up to her hip, showing off her slender legs.
Her white hair had been loosely curled around her face, her lips painted the sa red as her dress, keeping the rest of her makeup natural besides so eyeliner on the top of her eyelids, making her crystal blue eyes pop.
"He won’t be able to keep his paws off you," Nairi giggled as she looked at Aila’s reflection.
"I didn’t need to dress up for that to happen," Aila joked, then t her friend’s eyes. "Thank you.. I really do appreciate it.. It’s been a while since doing sothing so.."
"Normal?" Chiara added as she chilled on the sofa, watching her.
Aila nodded. "Yeah."
"It’s a good idea to get out and about, forget about the craziness of the world for a while," Chiara continued.
Before Aila could respond, a gentle knock at the door interrupted them. "Damon’s waiting downstairs. Is our lovely Aila ready!?" Ajax sang from the other side of the door.
"Coming!" All three of the girls called out at the sa ti and then smiled at each other. Aila stepped into the small, white, open-toed heels, buckled them up then started for the door.
She walked down the stairs slowly, and for so reason, she felt nervous. Like Damon was waiting for her at the bottom of it to a school prom or sothing. How foolish of her. It was only the girls and Ajax’s excitent that was making her feel like so.
That was until she saw her Greek god of a man at the bottom of the stairs. He wasn’t facing her but was speaking to Finn, Harry and Darren. Aila’s heart began to pound loudly as her gaze swept across his midnight black hair, broad shoulders, and muscular back.
Aila couldn’t see his muscles under the black leather jacket he wore and the black jeans, but she’d run her hands over them enough to be able to draw them from mory. That was never going to happen now, though. She was never going to be away from Damon again. Never. It almost killed them.
As though he felt her gaze or heard her heart, whatever it was, most likely the bond, Damon slowly turned around, and his silver eyes travelled up her body; taking her in, his eyes glowed montarily and a low appreciative growl left his lips. Everyone else lted away, and all the pair could see was each other.
Aila stared after him, stepping down the remaining steps as Damon watched her. He wore a white shirt, unbuttoned, revealing his muscular chest, and his hair was also slightly damp, making him look all the more sexier with it falling above his brow. Damon reached out, hand curling behind her neck as his lips crushed hers before he pulled back like he was trying to control himself.
She could hear his heart beating rapidly, just as much as hers, and she smiled up at him and giggled at seeing his lips now the sa colour as hers. She reached up and wiped the lipstick away from his lips.
"No! My masterpiece!" Nairi complained loudly, bursting the little bubble the Alpha and Luna had been in.
Blinking away the mont, Aila watched as Nairi swatted away the Alpha. "Good thing I knew he wouldn’t be able to resist you.." She waved her hand with the red lipstick in and gently grabbed Aila’s jaw, tilting her chin up slightly while Nairi reapplied more lipstick to her.
"Does this really matter? It’s only going to get ssed up again," Aila mumbled slowly against the makeup being applied as she locked eyes with Damon knowingly. His eyes glimred in amusent but for once, he remained quiet, seeming to accept Nairi’s ways.
"Yes! I want to see so nice pictures of you two! So, wait!" Nairi backed away, snatching Damon’s phone and waved everyone away.
"What is up with them today?" Aila asked quietly before her lips stretched into a smile and Damon pulled her into his chest, hand remaining on her waist.
Damon didn’t respond, instead kissing the top of her head and patting her hip gently. Aila could feel so nerves coming through the bond, which made her frown initially before she was told off by Nairi, and she pushed away her curiosity for later.
They could hear Nairi taking at least ten photos, with and without a flash, telling them to change poses and positions. It had turned into a small photoshoot. Sohow, neither the Alpha King nor Queen complained and actually found it quite relaxing.
Maybe the normality of it was the reason they didn’t mind, the pair may have been tumbling around in the sheets a lot, but they were still stressed from everything happening around them. Otherwise, they would have stopped Nairi’s incessant photo-taking.
"Alright, that’s enough now, Nairi," Damon commanded, his deep voice sounding loudly in the entryway. He stepped away from Aila for a mont as she looked at the photos Nairi had taken, smiling at them and how handso and sexy Damon looked.
Well, they looked like the perfect pair, the perfect match.
"If you do say so yourself," Malia smirked. But her wolf agreed. Of course, she would. That was their mate and the photos were lovely.
Aila hadn’t really thought about taking any as so far her life as a werewolf, then hybrid had been a whirlwind of non-stop events. If Damon wasn’t forcing, okay, not forcing now, but taking her away from the chaos and stress they had to deal with, then they wouldn’t have these photos.
She planned to take more and make sure to spend ti outside of the bedroom and chilling with the ones she loved as well.
Damon returned to her and held out a biker jacket with a small smirk as her gaze flicked up to his in surprise. After Aila slid it over the top of her strappy dress, Damon held her hand and started leading her to the front door. She turned her head to wave the others goodnight and narrowed her eyes slightly at what she saw.
The pack leaders were all sharing knowing glances at each other and secret, thrilled smiles. Aila wanted to question them, but she felt her foot drop from the first step of the stairs, and she focused on the steps ahead of her. Her gaze then moved to Damon’s favourite motorbike and a smile ford on her lips.
The first ti Aila rode it felt so long ago now. So much had changed in that ti, but she rembered it like it was yesterday, and she felt excited at seeing it. It stood there looking all sleek, black and shiny.
Damon chuckled under his breath as he released her hand to grab one of the helts. "I thought it would be nice to get away. It’s been a while and I want you all to myself without anyone else hearing."
The undertone of his voice made her thighs close together, the action did not go unnoticed by her Alpha and her mouth dried at seeing him lick his lips and eyes flash like two brilliant bright full moons. Aila bit her lip as she accepted the helt and glanced down at her attire, an idea sparking in her mind.
"I want to take you for a ride this ti," Aila purred, intentionally using those words.
Damon smirked as he closed the small distance between them, leaning his face down like he was going to kiss her and wrap her body around him. But he stopped, their lips almost touching as they stared at each other through half-lidded eyes full of lust and passion.
"Is that so?" He drawled, his lips barely brushing against hers as his smirk grew and eyes flashed before he stepped back, gaze locked with hers still. "You can take
for a ride anyti, angel."
Her stomach fluttered at his flirty words, wanting to ride him then and there. Damon chuckled again. "Co on. Otherwise, we won’t ever leave."
Aila walked over to the bike, and slowly bent over, using the slit up her leg to tug up her dress as her leg went over the bike, and she flicked her hair over one side, positioning her hands on the handles. A growl vibrated along the ground as Damon approached her, and his large warm body slid in behind hers, his hands caressing her ass cheeks as a low groan left his lips.
"You’re seriously killing ," he groaned and nudged his hardened length between her bum cheeks as his hands slid across her legs.
"Nah-ah," Aila teased and slapped his hands playfully. "Try and at least make it through the date without destroying this dress. I quite like this one."
"So do I," Damon growled into her ear. A low responding purr slipped her lips from her wolf as she nudged her ass against his shaft. Damon hissed but, with a lot of restraint, managed to reach past her and grab the other helt. "Put your helt on. You don’t know where you’re going, so we’ll switch down the road."
"Aye, aye captain," Aila teased as she put her helt on.
Damon pushed down the visor across her face roughly and growled in her ear. "It’s Alpha." Her panties soaked at that, and she bit her lip before starting the engine.
"Aye, aye.. Alpha, sir."
Damon chuckled. "Good girl."
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