The Possessive Alpha
Chapter 60

DAMON POV

As my foot stepped through my doorway, an overwhelming l**t began to run rampant, and my c**k was fueled forward by the subtle hints of her arousal swirling in the air. My claws elongate, gliding through her dress’s flimsy cloth without resistance. Her milky skin is glowing in this dimly lit room, calling to me like a beacon as my tongue explores her mouth through her subtle m***s.

My hands are frantically exploring her like it might be the last time we will see each other. I am so lost in my l**t for Elle I barely register her hands pushing me away until Slade’s coarse voice rings through our bond.

‘Damon, ENOUGH!’ yelling brought me back to reality; I pulled away to breathe for the first time in minutes, my nose stroking hers as I tried to recover from the high.

“Damon,” Elle says, her face serious, “we need to talk.”

“I know,” I sigh, “but I need to shower. I won’t be able to concentrate with your scent all over me.”

Her face is screaming skepticism, but she says nothing as she contemplates my words. “You promise me that we will talk afterward? There can’t be any more bullshit between us. Something or someone is coming for me. You realize that, right?”

‘She’s right; it’s time to include her,’ Slade chimes in with his unsolicited opinion once again before retreating into the background. It’s great how he intervenes when I don’t ask but stays as silent as the dead when I do.

“I promise,” I agree, knowing it’s time to tell her everything I know, which is not much. “But I need to shower first. I am barely holding on to my sanity, Biscuit.”

“Okay, shower first. Then we’ll talk, she says, bending down to pick up the tattered dress, hoping to find it recoverable, only to find it destroyed completely.

“Join me?” I ask, “I promise nothing will happen other than cleaning.” I rush to include it so she can’t turn it down immediately.

‘That’s not the problem,” she sighs in disappointment. “I have nothing to wear. I never grabbed clothes from my room.”

“You can wear one of my shirts,” I tell her while internally panting, knowing she’ll be wearing my scent like a protective blanket.

‘She looks delectable in our stuff,’ Slade interrupts to flash me pictures of the last time Elle was in my clothes, my c**k rising again.

‘Those pictures aren’t helping me calm down,’ I scold him, trying to breathe through my nose as I lead us into the large bathroom with a showerhead big enough to comfortably fit us.

‘I know,’ Slade snickers teasingly, staying at the forefront of my mind if he needs to intervene, keeping his promises to Elle. ‘Bastard,’ I mumble as I grab the shower’s cold handle, turning it on to warm up.

DAMON POV

As my foot stepped through my doorway, an overwhelming l**t began to run rampant, and my c**k was fueled forward by the subtle hints of her arousal swirling in the air. My claws elongate, gliding through her dress’s flimsy cloth without resistance. Her milky skin is glowing in this dimly lit room, calling to me like a beacon as my tongue explores her mouth through her subtle m***s.

Standing in front of a mirror, I watch silently as Elle reaches behind her back, red hair cascading freely as she unclips the bra, setting it gently on the counter while I admire the beauty before me. Lost in a haze of l**t, I admire the beautiful woman the goddess brought into my life.

“Earth to Damon,” Elle interrupts, with a smirk, as she eyes me in amusement. “Are you going to shower with your clothes on?”

“What?” I ask, looking down to find myself completely clothed. Quuckily unbuttoning the black button-up, I shrug it off my shoulders, throwing it on the floor. The intensity of Elle’s watchful gaze stays on me the entire time as I throw each article of clothing in the same pile on the floor.

“I am not the only one who needs a cold shower,” I tease, as her attention is focused on my erect c**k standing at attention, an excitement buried deep in her eyes.

Scoffing, she strolls past me, flipping her air over her shoulder, sending a wave of her scent, an unbearable urge to f**k her senseless roaring through my loins barely under control. Taking one last breath, I follow her into the bathroom as she picks up the shampoo to wash her hair.

Grabbing the bottle from her, I pour some into my hands; before she can argue, I lather into her hair as my fingers work their way through, Sparks spreading whenever her back accidentally grazes my chest, my c**k at full length brushing lightly against her a*s and thighs.

“What do you know about me, Damon?” she asks, jumping into the topics needing to be discussed without reservation, but I know it’s to distract herself more than me.

“Honestly,” I sigh, still agitated that I couldn’t find out about Elle’s past before talking to her about it. “not much.”

“Okay,” she responds, unease in her voice, “well, what do you know for sure?”

“You know you’re from an Alpha, right,” I ask, as I tilt her head back, letting the water wash out the suds.

“Yeah,” she nods in confirmation. “My friends and I figured it out the other night. Although I feel rather stupid for not figuring it out sooner. The Alpha command never worked, not for a prolonged period, anyway.

“There is more to it than that,” I sputter, unsure of the best way to explain the situation to Elle. Deciding that ripping it off like a bandaid is the best course of action, “you’re not only the daughter of an Alpha, but you’re a born Luna.” Pulling away from me, she turns with a face full of unadulterated fear.

“s**t,” she mutters, “you know what Alphas do when they find one of us, right? We get kidnapped, forcefully marked, raped, and abused. I will never be safe from Alphas who want me to increase their strength.”

“Biscuit,” I say soothingly, trying to calm the anxiety growing in the air around us, “Slade and I will protect you. We won’t let anyone take you away from us.”

‘Unless they have a death wish,’ Slade includes his growl rumbling inside my head.

“That’s not all,” I say, telling her the rest, “my parents know who you are and made a lot of promises to yours about keeping you protected. They made an unbreakable vow.”

Elle’s eyes go round with shock, “Your parents made an unbreakable vow?” she asks incredulously at the possibility.

“So whatever it is they are hiding you from it must be pretty serious,” I say, as I put conditioner in hair, “are you sure you want to keep digging? We might not like what we find.”

“I have to Damon,” Elle says, her tone resolved, “I have a pack out there somewhere waiting for me to take over. I can’t just leave them. Would you do that to New Moon?”

“No, I guess I wouldn’t,” I mumble, annoyed that I am unable to argue against her logic. If the shoes were reversed I wouldn’t be able to stand by aimlessly while my pack is run by someone else, full memory or not.

“On Monday we can continue searching for clues,” she tells me her optimism ringing through the air at discovering some.

“Biscuit,” I reply cautiously, not wanting to rain on her parade, “we have went through Theo’s dad’s office with a fine tooth comb.”

“Don’t underestimate my skills with a computer Damon Ledger,” she purrs with a flirtatious smile, “I could do things with a computer that would blow your mind.”

“Trust me,” I say, as I lean down to k**s her nose, “I can’t wait to find out ALL the things you can do.” My words illicits the smallest giggle as she places a small peck on my cheek.

“So,” I ask cautiously, the curiosity killing me and every cat in the neighborhood, “what happened at Lady Esmeralda’s during your life reading.”

“She told me a prophecy,” Elle replies nonchalantly, as if it’s no big deal, forcing me to do a double take to make sure she isn’t lying.

“A prophecy?” I ask needing confirmation that I heard correctly, the look in her eyes confirming my worst fear.

Seriously Moon Goddess, a f*****g prophecy?