Damon moaned as he buried his nose on the blankets, very much aware that it was dawn but feeling reluctant to wake up even though he knew that he had a lot of responsibilities today.
"Damon, I know you're awake," a seductive voice purred in his ears.
Damon sighed as he turned to face the horny female stroking him. He felt his body reacting instantly after all he was a full-blooded male.
Her red pouty lips blew him a kiss as she sucked her lower lip fluttering her lashes seductively at him. He stared at her as she angled her neck giving him a good view of her thin neck. His eyes trailed down to her firm breast which jiggled as her head bounced up and down his length.
She was a beautiful woman no doubt and she didn't feel shy with him. Her red-head added to her flair as her sparkly green eyes stared at him with mischief.
He moaned again before pulling her up while she straddled him. She rocked her hips on his length making sure to tease her clit with it and he groaned.
"Not this morning, Ciara," he finally said when he found his voice.
Ciara pouted and fluttered her lashes at him again. "A quickie to keep you on your feet today and protect you from the stress."
Damon seemed to consider the idea and was tempted to give in but was saved by the timely intervention of the quick knock on his door and an announcement.
"Alpha, your parents."
He didn't wait for his Beta to repeat himself before he tossed her aside and jumped into the bathroom taking a quick cold shower to douse his arousal.
Before long, he was dressed in smart pants and a shirt then headed out to greet his parents after making sure that Ciara had also left his room.
"Damon, my boy!" his mother exclaimed when she saw him and engulfed him in a tight embrace.
Damon chuckled, struggling to breathe. "Not so tight, mom."
"Let the boy be, Nessa. He's not your baby anymore," his father intervened, chuckling.
His mother, Nessa pulled away for a moment and glared at her husband.
"Your affectionate old baby." Then she smooched his cheeks leaving him red with embarrassment.
"Nessa, stop embarrassing me," he groaned.
Damon shook his head and felt pity for the old man. His parents were both adorable and annoying.
"I love you too, Greg bear," his mom smirked.
Damon chuckled before he ushered them to their room. Deep down, he envied his parents. They were away from this chaos happening and they were living their best lives.
His father quit being an Alpha when he was attacked and almost killed. His mother made him promise that he wouldn't enter the battlefield again.
Their bond and love were some of the strongest. A couple of months later his father left the pack and handed it over to him while he traveled with his mother.
They've spent all those years traveling to different parts of the world and living their best lives. They've lived among humans and a lot of other creatures while having fun.
They were currently in Hawaii when he asked them to come to the packhouse since every werewolf was expected to be in the packhouse on that day so they wouldn't harm them.
And thankfully they were the first guests to arrive so he could spend time with them.
"Do you guys think it would work?" his father, Greg finally asked.
Damon shrugged. "This was the best suggestion in the meeting so I guess it won't hurt to give it a try."
"But the hunters…" his mother trailed off.
Damon sighed. "I don't know what to do, Mom. Left for me they wouldn't so much as cross this gate but I guess we just have to work together to defeat whatever is killing us."
His father nodded. "Son, I think it's time you declare Ciara as your new luna."
Damon froze then blinked twice. "Dad, first of all, you changed the subject, and second, why would I do that? Thirdly, how did you know about me and Ciara?"
Greg and Nessa chuckled before winking at each other.
"I know everything, son," Greg replied.
"Yeah, he's right. It's time you make Ciara official, she's not just good enough for you to bed her," his mom added.
"Mom!" he cried, "It's not yet time for that. I don't even know how this concerns any of you."
"It does because any good Alpha needs a helping Luna beside him. Also, you need an heir that will take over from you. You must continue the line," Greg said.
Damon massaged his temples. This was one of the reasons why he didn't like seeing his parents regularly. They could be so nosy.
"I'll think about it, dad," he finally replied.
They both nodded and waved him off.
"Get going to receive your guest. I need a special favor from your mother," Greg said with a wink.
Damon made a disgusted face and smiled before leaving the room. He bumped into his Beta, Ryan running down the hallway.
"What's going on?" Damon asked the panting Beta.
"The guests are arriving," Ryan announced.
Damon groaned. He was not in the mood to entertain any guest talk more of hunters.
"Which clan?" he asked.
"Every clan. They're all arriving at the same time," Ryan replied with a disgusted look on his face.
Damon groaned. "Let's be a gracious host."
Damon strolled out with his Beta beside him and pasted a huge smile on his face. He could still remember the burn from the blue flame when he had taken an oath not to hurt any hunter.
The blue flame kept burning him until he finally conceded his plans and willingly made the oath. Nobody blamed him for wanting to kill the hunters except of course the hunters.
"Alpha Hendrix!" a voice boomed from across the room.
Damon winced as a big man raced to embrace him—more like squeeze him to death, he groaned as the man patted his shoulders.
"That's quite affectionate, Alpha Augusta," he winced, pulling himself away.
The big man smiled, his wide lips stretched back to show off pearly white teeth. He was adorned in gold on his neck and wore a white striped shirt with black pants and a black tie.
"It's finally nice to see this place up and about," he said, "You did the right thing by accepting to host everyone here, especially those hunters after everything they put you through."
Damon groaned. Alpha Bryan Augusta was the Alpha of Red Moon Pack and one of the Alphas who loved gossip. He was not in the mood for this, especially not fake sympathy.
"It's good to see you, Bryan but I have to go now," Damon replied, leaving him immediately with Ryan trailing after him.
By the time he entered the hall, he was met with various scents from different supernatural beings. Above all was the potent scent of the hunters.
Their aura was bloody but they still managed to tune it down and yet they wanted blood. Who knows if maybe they were responsible for whatever is going on.
"Alpha, I think you should mingle with them as the host and make them feel at home," Ryan whispered.
Damon shot him a glare but he knew the Beta was right. He needed to make himself seen so that they would at least feel safe even though that was the least of what he wanted them to feel.
He took a step when an arm linked around his waist. He already knew who it was by the scent of her body, lilac, and rose perfume.
"Not now, Ciara," he groaned.
"I think she would lessen the attention you get, Alpha," Ryan stated.
Damon groaned again. He hated the fact that he was right and he didn't feel like listening to any right words but then he had no choice.
With a stiff smile on his face, he headed towards Draco and his clan.
"Welcome," he said with a thin smile.
"Drop the act, Damon. None of us are happy to be here either," Draco said.
A small smile formed on his lips. Trust the vampire to always be so blunt.
"Good to see you too, Draco. I just wanted to know if you're attended to and if you need anything," Damon replied.
"We're fine thank you queen of the coast," Draco teased.
Damon nodded and moved ahead to the next people. He went closer to Zedicus, witches, and warlocks and then stifled a groan.
These guys love to show off by making them suffer in pain.
"Hello, Zed."
Zedicus chuckled. "Good to see your hand has healed nicely."
Damon groaned. "Must you always make fun of me?"
The witches snickered.
"Don't forget I'm providing shelter for you all night," he growled.
"Then be a good host," one of the witches sniggered in the crowd.
"And do well to be a good guest," Ciara snarled with a menacing growl.
"Well, I'll be damned. You've gotten yourself a fighter," a voice chuckled behind him.
Damon didn't need to turn around to know that it was Aaron, the annoying hunter but he turned around nevertheless and gasped as the most amazing scent assaulted his nostrils and senses.
It was a mixture of pine and lilies all mixed with the scent of freshwater.
His senses intensified a thousand times and he moaned softly before the roar ripped from his throat.
"Mine!"