Somewhere in the back of Damon's mind was the thought that Elders were about to reach the packhouse at any moment, but Damon was entranced by the scent of Talia's arousal, and he couldn't resist the pull of the bond which told him that his mate has a need, and it was his duty to fulfill it.
Damon's tongue darted to moisten his lips before he dove in for a kiss. One, two, three… and his hand moved under the skirt of Talia's dress, over the smooth skin of her thigh, and he smiled into the kiss when she spread her legs to give him easier access.
With the tips of his fingers, Damon felt the moisture when he brushed her panties at the cradle of her thighs, and Damon lost it completely when a small sexy moan escaped Talia's lips.
Damon picked up Talia and dashed into a nearby room that's used for storage when they have parties, but now it was dark with curtains pulled to block the windows. Other than the tables and chairs arranged in the far end, the room was empty.
