"Erm.. Shouldn't we do something about this guy?" The little she-wolf pointed her thumb in Clint's direction. "Before you continue with.. well, romping on the roof.."
Damon glared in Esme's direction. Aila couldn't help but giggle lightly at the annoyance flaring through the bond. Her mate was irritated at being interrupted; he wanted to ignore Esme and carry Aila away so he could just devour her. At that, though, his eyes glinted deviously, hooding as he looked down at Aila. She bit her lip, feeling the heat of his stare and the bulge in his jeans.
"I don't know how long we have until Cass-"
"Don't even dare speak his name," Damon growled, eyes glowering at her. Aila smiled at him fondly, missing his possessiveness. Or maybe it was just pure hatred for the vampire. It didn't matter; she pecked his lips lightly instead and began to climb out of his hold. "Hmmm," he groaned against her lips, trying to keep her in his arms but reluctantly releasing her.
