27

Charlie

Damon was putting our bags into the car; we were on our way to the airport for this convention. "Do you have everything you need, Alpha?" Robert asked him and Damon nodded. Just as I was about to get in the car, I saw the front door open again, and out walked Layla. "Day, I'm ready." She said as Dr. Oliver followed behind her. "Oh, Layla, you are joining us?" Damon made it seem like it would just be us, a romantic trip. "Yes, but she isn't going to be with us the whole time. She got asked to speak at the last minute. I just found out about it today." Damon told me, giving me a sympathetic look. "Trust me; if I thought she would ruin our plans, I would have told her to take a different plane."

"Layla, good you're here. I was about to leave without you." Damon walked over to Layla, and he grabbed the bags from them and put them in the car. Layla just rolled her eyes at him and walked towards me. "I'm glad you're coming to Charlie! I would love to get to know you more. I know we didn't start on the best of terms. I hope to change that." She gave me a full smile, and I could see the difference in her as a person from the last time we had an actual conversation way back when. "Yeah, me too."

"Oh, and don't worry, I won't be around too much. You and Damon will for sue have your alone time." Layla winked at me and walked past me, with Oliver following her. Damon finished putting the bags in the car, then walked to me and pulled me into a hug. "Are you ready?" He asked, looking down at me. "I am if you are." Damon leaned down and gave me a soft, gentle kiss. He pulled away, then walked me to the other side of the car and let me in the front seat. Once Damon closed the door, I didn't know why but I felt this suffocating feeling. He was away too long, and I needed to be next to him. At the same time, I began to sweat badly, but I was confused because the air condition was blowing right on my face.

I felt my breathing get heavier the longer it took for him to get back in the car. Finally, I saw him, and he opened the door, and the moment he walked in, it was calm. Except for the fact that I was still boiling. "Are you okay, love?" He asked as he started the car. I just nodded, looked away from him, and focused on the outside.

With hot flashes, immense separation anxiety, and the quick change in my attitude towards him, I'm in heat. Fuck.

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The plane ride was extremely awkward. Damon was holding my hand and, the entire time, was caressing the side of my legs. It was driving me insane. I was focusing so hard on not showing that I was in heat, especially in front of his sister and mate. Damon got us checked in the most beautiful hotel; it was such a shame that I couldn't focus on it. I tried to keep my head down, get to the hotel room and jump in a cold shower. "We have the keys; we have the King and Queen suits. Charlie and I have King, of course. Here are your keys. Let's go." Damon grabbed our bags, and I followed behind him to the elevator. I think he could tell something was wrong with me.

He dropped the bags by the front door after letting me walk in. I ran through the hotel room, and I didn't take the time to look around. I went right to the room and locked the door. I looked around and tried to find the light switch for the fan. I was sweating badly, and I needed to find some kind of relief. I took the sweatshirt that I was wearing off and laid down on the bed, arms and legs wide open. I threw my hair into a high bun, trying to air out my neck. I felt some relief for a moment, but then the heavy feeling came back in my chest.

I was filled with anxiety. I needed to open the door and have Damon be in the room with me. I just knew that was the only way to get this feeling to stop. But there was no way I was going to let him see me like this. Damon knocked on the door, and I had to fight the urge to open the door and pull him in my arms. "Charlie, open the door." His voice was soft but demanding, but I ignored it.

"Charlie, open the door. Now." His breathing was getting heavier, and his voice was strong, "Charlotte. If you don't open this door now, I will break it down." That made me immediately jump up and run to the door. I unlocked it, took a step back, and I looked at him, and he was breathing just as hard as I was. "Why did you do that? You know we can't be away for too long when you're in heat."

My eyes went wide; I thought I was hiding it well? How could he tell? "What? Do you think I didn't know? I'm your mate, and we've been spending a lot of time together. Meaning what you feel, I feel. Especially when you're in heat." His eyes were going dark, from his beautiful blue to deep black. The tension was rising in the room, and I was getting excited with him just looking at me. "I thought I was hiding it well," I whispered; my brain was telling me to step away from him. But his eyes were drawing me in, and I wanted to be closer to him. Now more than ever.

"So, what are we going to do about it?" His voice was deep and husky. I wanted to give in, oh so badly. I mean, what harm could be done if I did? If I finally let him have his way with me? It's been long enough. "I want you. I don't want you to think that I don't." He said with boldness in his voice. "Whatever you want me to do. I will. Whether that's me sleeping on the couch or me pleasing every single cell in your body."

I was listening to him, but all I could focus on was how sexy it was when he spoke. The way his lip curled up in a certain way, and when he smirked, his lips formed the perfect silhouette. "What are you thinking?" He leaned closer as I stayed silent. He lightly leaned his head against mine and caused sparks to erupt through my body. It was the most pleasure I have ever felt. I can only imagine what it would feel like when we finally mated. "Tell me." He whispered and leaned forward, and his lips hovered over mine.

"I want to say yes. But I want to make sure it's me saying yes." I hesitantly told him I didn't want him to be upset with me. Even though I don't think he would ever be. He slowly pulled away, and his eyes fluttered open and looked down at me, and it was like the lust ultimately left his eyes. "Okay." He smiled, walked back into the living room, and started moving our bags around.

I moved from the door frame, but I stood there stunned. Did he walk away from me that easily? I was expecting some kind of a fight. Not complete obedience, especially from an alpha. Usually, they are more persistent in getting what they want. I don't know why but his listening to me and being so willing to follow my direction turned me on even more.

A man as big and strong as him following my every word? I wanted to see just how far I could take it. Maybe not now, but I had to explore just how much he would obey at some point.

Damon put our clothes away in the closet and was in the living room preparing for his presentation. I thought it's best if I stayed in the room but with the door wide open and me lying where we could still see each other. But no matter how hard I tried to relax, my mind was racing, and my imagination was getting the best of me. I wanted him in the worst way, and I wanted him to want me in the worst way.

At this moment, my sexual urges were stronger than my will to wait, and honestly, I am okay with that. I got up from the bed, ran to Damon, and straddled his lap. He looked up at me with confusion in his eyes. "Forget what I said earlier. I want you."

"Are you sure this is the real you speaking? Or the heat?" His hands were still beside him, and I saw the lust flood right back like it never even left. I could tell that the moment he touched me, he wouldn't stop. Good. "It's me. I promise it's me."

Those magic words did the trick. His eyes went pitch black, and he let out a deep growl that rumbled in his chest. His hands immediately gripped my thighs, picked us both up with ease, and walked us to the bedroom. He set me down slowly on the bed and hovered over me, trying not to smother me.

"Are you sure this is what you want? Because once I started Charlotte. I won't stop." I grabbed his face, laid the softest kiss on his lips, and slowly pulled away. I looked him in the eye and made sure he could see just how sure I was.

"I want you to have me, Damon."

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