Chapter Eighteen

Damon

In my entire existence, I have never felt this calm. I'm laying beside the woman of my dreams as I watch her sleeping soundly and I begin to wonder if all of my sins have been forgiven. I admit, I am not a good man but Alice makes me believe that I can be better for myself, for her, for our future. There is just something exciting about her, something intriguing and I can't help it . . . I keep craving for her touch.

The way her lips are slightly curved as she sleeps, it makes me wonder if I truly deserve this beautiful creature.

When I first laid eyes on her, she was like a fallen angel. I couldn't believe what I was seeing or when we started talking, it felt everything was finally falling into place. As if all of my sufferings, my hardships, they were all worth it. The moment I saw her, she has already made me believe in happy endings. I've always looked at other people's happiness and wonder if I could ever get mine but Alice, she proved that even a monster like me, deserves a true love.

I must say, I love her with all my heart.

I love her until my last breath.

I love her and all of her flaws, they are perfect to me.

I imagine so much about us, about our future and I want it to happen. Regardless of our differences, I want a happiness with her. How am I blessed to have this woman in my life? How am I this lucky? I keep questioning, never getting a certain answer but I believe, she was made for me as I am made for her.

Alice opens her eyes, blinking a few times before looking at me. Then, she starts to smile before hiding her face away under the covers which causes me to chuckle—finding her reaction, cute.

"Good morning," I mutter, waiting for her as she peeks.

"Morning . . ." She replies.

"How did you sleep?"

She clears her throat, "I slept okay."

"You have a little . . . something, here," I start to touch the side of her lips but she quickly sits up, moving away from which causes me to burst out laughing. The way she wipes away the inexistent drool on her face shows how much she thinks it would bother me if she was actually drooling. "There was absolutely nothing there . . . I was just joking." I add.

"You, jerk, I thought I was drooling." She laughs, her cheeks turning red.

"You were last night." I shrug.

"Are you serious?"

"I mean—"

Alice groans, hiding her face. "I can't believe it! That is so embarrassing,"

"You didn't, Alice." I laugh, "You slept perfectly,"

"Stop playing around!" She throws a small square pillow towards me before laughing, pushing her hair away from her face as she realises what has happened yesterday. Throughout the entire evening, the whole night, we were love making—it felt as if we were making love under the stars and it was perfect, the way our bodies just moved in sync, it was unbelievable.

Memories of last night just comes rushing in, making me smile.

Our hearts were one. That was important.

"I—uh, last night was . . . um," She stutters as she tries to utter out the words but I wait, patiently. "I don't know, it was really, really, perfect. I've never felt that way before."

Butterflies erupt in my stomach, liking how she said it. "Did you enjoy it?"

"You kidding me? That was like one of the best moment of my life." She chuckles, shyly looking away as she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. Despite being shy about it, she did tell me the truth and it was cute, seeing her trying to hide away her face from my view. "For me, a human, it was. I don't know how it was like for you or if I was bad at it and you had better?"

I slowly cup onto her face, staring straight into her eyes before kissing on the bridge of her nose. "It was perfect, in every way. Sincerely, from a two-century year old guy."

"Haha, very funny."

As she continues to push her hair back, I keep on staring at her—liking how much I've fallen in love with her beauty, her personality and herself. The way her soft features are highlighting her face, she is the definition of beautiful whenever I think of it. If someone asks me, what is your definition of beautiful? What is your definition of perfection? I'd immediately think of her. I'd confirm it is her.

There is no way, I'd lose this woman.

"You are very beautiful," I mutter.

She stops dead, looking at me. "Really?"

"Really."

"Thanks," She breathes, smiling as she looks down.

"I want you to come to Portland with me,"

Her eyes lighten up almost instantly before blinking a few times, somehow not believing. "Why?"

"I want to show my pack their luna," I answer, directly. I've been serious about this relationship, about this bond and I want it to be official—as soon as Alice is ready but there is no harm in wanting her to feel comfortable around my pack. She deserves to get to know the other members, get used to our way, probably giving us a few tips here and there about humans.

The longer I wait, the harder it will be for me to control myself or my wolf. Despite having the ability to control him for decades, he's getting stronger everyday at the sight of his mate. He wants me to claim her, he wants me to show her off around the world, he wants everyone to know that she is mine. I'd be able to delay it, I'd be able to take a few months or even a couple of years but my wolf isn't patient.

"I'd love to," She replies.

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A few days have passed and here we are, in Portland. As soon as Alice and I arrived, we were greeted with respect but she seems to be a bit uncomfortable by that. I just told them that my pack members are just really happy that she's here. Rumours have been spreading around saying that I've found my mate, I've finally found a weakness but I keep denying it. Nobody deserves to know, not until it is official.

There will be ceremonies to make it official. A coronation and a wedding.

"It was really different the last time I was here," She says as we walk towards our cabin. "Your kind is very beautiful and up to this moment, I am really mesmerised."

"You're one of us, too. You belong here as well," I respond.

"That's hard to believe. I'm a human,"

"You're my human. You're my fate,"

She smiles as I kiss on her forehead, assuring her that everything will be okay—that it is all going to plan. Alice and I are two people, still trying to get to know each other but we're meant to be. We were always meant to be from the very beginning but we didn't know . . . not until our eyes met.

As we enter the cabin, I lay eyes on a familiar man sitting in the dark, away from the sunlight. His red eyes shining underneath the light and as soon as he sees me, he starts to smile. "Surprise, I didn't expect you to return this quickly." He says.

"Luther, I didn't know you were coming." I respond.

"I just thought I'd visit an old friend," He replies before gazing towards Alice, apparently she has managed to grab his attention. "And, you brought a beautiful company?"

"Alice, this is Luther and Luther, this is my mate, Alice." I reply.

"Ah, what? This is more than good news. You have finally found your soulmate,"

"Are you also a werewolf?" Alice asks, frowning as she takes a closer look at Luther. She didn't seem pretty confident about calling him a werewolf but she doesn't know much about mythical creatures, there are more than it seems. Werewolves are just the very beginning.

"He's a vampire," I correct her, smiling.

"Oh . . . I'm sorry—vampires exist, too?" She looks at me, raising an eyebrow.

"It looks like you haven't exactly told her everything, Damon." He interrupts.

I smile, "If you'll excuse us for awhile."

"Of course," He makes his way towards the back, following the dark path and away from any direct sunlight—afraid it might burn his skin. It makes me wonder, sometimes, how can vampires live this long when they're afraid of a little sun? It might burn them, but they'll heal.

Alice turns to look at me, "Is he a close friend?"

"We have a treaty to respect, werewolves and vampires are no longer enemies, we respect each other's boundaries. To say that he's a close friend, that would be quite a lot but he's a friend. I've known him for decades now," I respond, "I've told you everything, Alice—I just forgot the stupid details,"

"It's okay . . . I understand,"

"I don't want you to think that you're not important,"

"I know, I know. I just—he kind of seemed a little bit odd,"

"Vampires are really like that," I chuckle.

"Is he older than you?" She asks.

"I think so. I never got the chance to ask,"

"Even after knowing him for decades?" She raises an eyebrow.

"Yup, too busy waiting for my mate." I wink.

"Cheesy, that's you."

I lean in, kissing her on the lips as she lets her lips sync with mine. Due to our height differences, I have to bend a bit over and she has to stand on her tiptoes but when I pull her in, we feel perfect. Her head would be on my chest, near my heart and she'd be able to hear my heartbeat—especially when it's beating fast for her.

"You're so perfect," I breathe, pecking her cheek.

"Is that so?" She raises an eyebrow, smiling.

"Mmmm, very. It makes me wonder how lucky I am,"

She licks her lower lip, "Can we go to your room?"

"That fast?"

Alice giggles and I continue to grab onto her hand, pulling her up the stairs as we walk down the hallway—passing by the room that she was in the first time she was here until we reach the end, where my room is situated. Our eyes continue to gaze into each other as we enter the room but she manages to quickly close it before grabbing onto my face.

We continue to kiss, heating up the moment.

I feel my body heating up as I feel an erection before touching her perky breasts, pulling her clothes away from her body—wanting to feel her every inch, have a taste of her.

"Turn around," I mutter as I turn her around, letting her butt raise up to me and her face on the bed. "Yeah, just like that. Let me see that ass," I add, spanking her twice; in which she responds with a moan.

I go down on my knees, hurrying to have a taste of her. My tongue doing its work before earning another moan from her as she shakes in pleasure, letting me proceed. The way she tastes delicious every time, it causes an addiction to me and I can never help myself. As she bends over naked, it's only making me grow wild.

"Damon!" She moans, reaching her climax.

As she shakes in pleasure, I immediately thrust inside which causes her to moan louder. My hands move down to slowly grab her hair and she seems to be enjoying it more, using both of her hands to spread her bottom wider. The way this pose seems to be turning us on, it's insane. I can't seem to take my eyes off of her as she groans in pleasure and pain.

We can never get enough, we are addicted to one another.

"Yeah, yeah, Damon." She breathes, shakily.

I keep up the pace before slamming hard into her a few times, causing her to roll her eyes up.

"I'm so fucking close." I groan, clenching my jaw as I pull her hair backwards. As I breathe near her neck and hearing her moan close, I keep on thrusting in and out of her without giving her a chance to stop feeling any pleasures. My heart warms at the sound of her moans as she reaches her climax once more, causing me to reach the end as well.

We sigh in pleasure as I watch it dripping on her back.

How can I get away from her? There's no chance.