Aila smiled at his voice and bit her lip, making sure she had not blocked their bond. She wanted them to be as connected as possible, and she could already feel waves of his emotions crashing into her. His growing arousal, his temper and concern mixed with a lot of longing. And for a little while, she wanted to be lost in this little bubble created just for them. Aila didn't want to think about everything plaguing her mind.

A breathless sigh escaped her mouth, causing her to blush, but she continued to stroke herself gently.

She could hear some shuffling sounds on the phone, making her wonder where Damon was. "Aila.. Why are you doing this to me.." He groaned, and she imagined him raking his hand through his unruly hair, his bicep bulging.

His words made her giggle breathlessly. "Why don't you join me.." She purred.

"Because my fucking hand isn't as good as your mouth or your sweet, tight p*ssy.." The rawness in his words made her tilt her head back and feel the wetness on her folds increase. "I can already tell you're wet for me, baby," He continued. His voice dangerously, sinfully low, rumbling through her, eliciting sparks of desire to course through her body.

She parted her lips to reply, but his devilishly sexy voice continued. "If your finger isn't inside of you yet, it better be now," He growled in his commanding voice. On his order, she let her finger slide past her folds and to her warm, creamy centre.

Aila inhaled deeply and released a ragged breath. At the same time, she slowly started to pump inside her as she imagined Damon above her, his hair clinging to his sweaty forehead, his rock-hard muscles clenching and unclenching as he thrusts into her.

"Damon," She whispered weakly, inciting a growl from him, causing her nipples to erect.

"You're.. *gasp* right. It's not the same, Damon. I need you, all of you inside me.."

She could hear his heavy breathing. How she really wished he was there, on the bed with her, destroying the furniture from their lovemaking. She licked her lips and felt her core tighten as a particularly delicious memory surfaced across her mind, the pair of them in the bathroom; she bent over the sink and staring at Damon's reflection in the mirror as he slammed into her roughly from behind.

"Put two in and increase the tempo," His voice was deeper, feral, majestic.

"Darius?" She whispered.

"You better be fucking yourself to the point you can't talk!" He growled so aggressively it reverberated through her ears and sent shockwaves of pleasure through her heated body.

It was definitely Darius. His words were her undoing as she did exactly as he asked-no commanded. The only time she let her mate take complete control of her, where she fully submitted to him, were in these moments.

Her breathing became ragged, and she let the phone rest next to her ear while her other hand went to cup her breast. Her fingers fondled the aching tips of her hard nipple sending electric tendrils of pleasure to help release the tension building in her core.

"Who's are you?"

Fuck, he knew she was close. He wanted her to scream for him.

"Yours," She breathed back. Fuck. Her fingers really weren't the same; her mate wasn't here to make sure she couldn't walk for days. But his voice stirred her body to life and want him so badly that she, without embarrassment, pleasured herself over the phone to him.

"Who's!?"

Aila clenched her eyes shut, shouting out, "Yours!" her breath hitched, and she whimpered as her centre tightened around her fingers, and she reached her climax, her creaminess coating her fingers. Her body collapsed into the bed, leaving her body limp and panting and still, wanting. But wanting Damon to be with her.

She licked her lips from how parched her mouth was and placed her hand over her forehead while she caught her breath.

"Damon-"

A noise from outside the bedroom made her jump and remove her hand out of her pants immediately. Her heart pounded against her chest at the thought of being caught pleasuring herself. She jumped off the bed and took the phone with her to the bathroom, not forgetting whose room she was actually in.

"Well, that was long-lived.." She remarked dryly into the phone.

"Do you feel a bit better now?" Damon chuckled lightly, his voice a delight to her ears. She could hear his smug satisfaction that his voice made her needy for him.

"I'll feel much better when I'm with you.." She replied seriously as she stared at her flushed face in the mirror of the dark bathroom.

"Aila?" She heard her name being called from inside the bedroom. But she was too busy cleaning herself up and didn't want to reply just yet. They could wait until she was downstairs. "Are you on the phone with Alpha Damon?"

It was Finn. It sounded like he stepped into the room further, but he stopped, and she could hear his hesitance. With a sigh, she put Damon on loudspeaker and walked back through the hallway to the main bedroom. She tried to make sure her face did not heat up from embarrassment. There was no doubt, when she looked at Finn's face, that he too could smell her arousal and guess what she had been up to with Damon on the phone.

Aila could see the ends of Finn's ears bright red, and he couldn't hold her gaze for more than a second. But glancing at the bed seemed to make his face brighten even more. He cleared his throat and met her gaze, "I just wanted to speak to Alpha Damon about something, but if you are busy.."

The bedroom door burst open from behind him, and the pair looked over. Both of them instantly tensed with humiliation when they saw who it was. "Pahahahaha, Aila! Did you just.. In Gabriel's room! Pahahaha! That's one way to piss a vampire off.. Just dirty his sheets!" Ajax' eyes trailed the length of her body, and he smirked when he saw her rosy cheeks.

"WHAT!?" Damon's thunderous voice rumbled through the air, stilling all three of them.

With widened eyes and a guilty but amused face, Ajax dashed back out behind him. Finn cringed and spun on his heel about to leave-

"Finn, wait," Aila ordered him quietly. "Close the door."

She wanted the ground to swallow her up from the embarrassment of them knowing what she had done. Heck, she didn't even want Finn in the room with her at the moment. Her scent was obviously on the bedsheets, something he could plainly smell as well. But, the room was soundproofed, and he wanted to speak to the Alpha.

"What did Ajax mean? You are in Gabriel's room!? Where are you?!" Aila cringed from his voice and the fumes of rage tightening around her chest from the bond. Almost to the point of making her shake. She didn't doubt that his fists were clenched, and Darius was very close to taking over.

With a gulp, Aila sat down on the bed, not meeting Finn's gaze. But the Delta walked towards the window, providing some privacy that was not there. Not with his hearing. It didn't matter anyway.

"We are in Chester, in Gabriel's hotel," She replied nonchalantly. She felt anything but nonchalant.

"In Gabriel's room?" His voice was dangerously low, the growl seemingly piercing her soul.

"Yes.." She squeaked, then blurted out, "But I couldn't help myself, Damon.. I'm away from you, I miss you, your touch, and it was convenient. The room is soundproof and.."

"And…"

Aila sighed, "You make me crazy enough to do such things! Your voice alone makes me want to" She glanced at Finn warily-

Damon chuckled, "Okay."

Aila's eyes widened, her mouth almost dropping in shock. "Okay? Just okay?" She sputtered.

"You're not alone right now, Aila, and I'd rather punish you when I see you.." Damon replied smugly.

His words made her bite her lip and wonder what he had in mind. Her core clenched at the idea.

"Stop thinking about it, Aila. Especially when I'm not there, and you're with another man in a bedroom. It will make me.. lose my shit," He replied bluntly. She blinked profusely, then remembered he could feel her emotions through the bond.

"Now, Finn.. You wanted to talk to me?" He diverted his attention from Aila and to the Delta. Aila placed the phone on the bed and sat waiting.

Finn walked towards it and picked it up, turning the speaker off and placing the phone against his ear. "Luna, I'm sorry this is something I need to speak privately to the Alpha about.." He looked at her guiltily.

"Oh.." She stood up with a small smile, "Of course.. Erm, bring the phone back to me after?"

"Of course, Luna.." Finn bowed his head, making Aila feel even more suspicious. She told him to stop doing that when they were alone. She narrowed her eyes, then straightened up and left the room.

Finn was never secretive with her. Her brows drew together while she was deep in thought descending the stairs outside the room. What were they up to? Her body was on autopilot as she pouted and walked towards the curved settee in front of the flatscreen. She sat on the far end as she tried to think about what they could possibly talk about without her.

SMACK.

Aila blinked and turned her head in the direction of Ajax and Chase, who sat comfortably near each other. One of them threw a pillow at her. She knew instantly from Ajax' expression that it was him. He sat there smiling like the fricken Cheshire cat from Alice in Wonderland.

"Stop frowning. It's not good for you!" He mockingly scolded. "I'd say relax, have some fun, de-stress.. but you already did that in Gabriel's room!"

Aila growled at him in return and grabbed a pillow; with her arm mid-throw, she paused and flinched when she felt a cold hand wrap around her wrist.

"What?!" Said a stone-cold voice from behind her sent a chill down her spine.