They showered quickly, realizing it was almost seven pm. They had been asleep for twelve hours! Damon watched with amusement as his mate pulled her hoodie on when he emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a towel. Fuck, he liked the look of Clary wearing his hoodie, it was a complete contrast with some of the flamboyant outfits he had seen his mate wearing but the sight of the grey hoodie with his mate's steel grey eyes was doing unmentionable things to him. He shook the thought off before they needed to take another shower! He searched the room for his clothes before Clary handed him a pair of jeans, a tight-fitting white t-shirt and a black leather jacket from her closet. He stared at the clothes in his hands, not his usual style, well the leather jacket was but the blue denim jeans and white t-shirt weren't really his thing, he preferred black. He shrugged and put them on without comment when he saw the look on his mate's face, wondering where his own clothes had disappeared to. Cla
Clary savored the feel of her mate's hand in her own when Damon led her through her portal, reluctantly dropping her hand after one quick, reassuring squeeze, Moni and David doing the same as they followed before the portal closed behind them. They had agreed that once they reached the Gard, they would act as two originals members escorting two mixed blood head on a diplomatic visit with the head. None of them was too thrilled with the idea but David and Clary refused to put their mates in any situation that would cast suspicion on them, so they let go of each other and adopted an air of professional familiarity. Clary couldn't help sniffing her mate's hoodie, inhaling the scent that clung to it, grinning when she looked at her Alpha wearing her clothes, saturating them in her scent. They had added a scarf to cover the hicky she had left on her mate's neck. "Gentlemen, this is Clary, the leader of mixed blood members in Nagaland and David, her assistant," Damon said to the two member
"Damon, what have you done?" Jasmine asked, horror stamped across her face. "You have disclosed highly classified information regarding the authority to a mixed blood, and you, you have helped her," she said, turning on Moni, it didn't take a genius to work out where the mixed blood had gotten this information from. "What have I done? What have you done, Jasmine?" Damon asked, his gaze boring into hers. "How could you? How could you spy on our people, on the entire originals? I thought you wanted peace. It's what we have all worked so hard for. Ten fucking years of my life I've given to your cause Jasmine. I have given everything for this organization and so has Moni and you throw it all away, for what? Do the sacrifices we have made mean so little to you?" he asked, more hurt than angry as he stared at one of his oldest friends. "I am afraid I will have to ask you to leave, Miss Clary Allen, Mr. David. I will have some of the guards escort you out" Jasmine said. She stared at them e
"What do you think I have been doing for the last ten years?" Jasmine asked frustratedly, snatching the bottle from Damon and pouring another drink. "It isn't as simple as that. This is a authority decision, I may be their leader, but I don't have the power to just change the law at a whim. The entire authority has to vote. There are so many superfluous laws that need to change but I can't do it alone. Why do you think I have been sending Damon and Moni around the world? For the fun of it? Stop growling Damon" she said, glaring at her friend when a low warning growl rumbled through him. "Then watch your tone when you talk to my mate," Damon said, staring at her before snatching the bottle back from her hand, she had had quite enough in his opinion. "Don't get bitchy with her because you can't handle your liquor," he said, taking her glass too. "I'm sorry, I've been fighting for so long and I'm getting nowhere," Jasmine said, sinking back into her chair and looking each of them in the
Damon stepped from the magic center straight into the Op's center, marveling at how much easier it was to get around with Clary help, not having to wait for the fairy Jasmine employed was a blessing. He narrowly avoided a knife to the face, ducking just in time when it came sailing through the air inches above his head. "Who threw that?" he growled, narrowing his eyes at the armed crowd, staring back at him with wide eyes before putting their weapons away. He shook his head when a young originals member stepped forward, a nervous expression on her face but the set of her shoulders showed a certain bravery he had to admire. "Miss... Brookwater is it? please refrain from throwing blades at in future, I am trying to come to a peaceful agreement with the mixed blood and having knife thrown at them when they enter into the station will not endear them to our cause" he said, walking over and retrieving the knife that had buried itself in the wall behind him. "It was a good shot and would h
"You mean... I can... I will be able to take Ste... my Alpha as my mate?" Chris gasped out, his lungs constricting at the thought that he might be able to have his mate. He didn't realize he was on his feet and halfway to the door until he felt a hand wrap around his wrist, a small whine escaping him when Damon firmly pulled him back. "Chris, stop, you can't go to him," Damon said, wanting to kick himself in the balls for the man's reaction. He felt awful, knowing that he was going to be with his mate when he was telling Chris to stay away from his, but the man looked desperate. If his first reaction was to run from the room and find his Alpha, would he be able to restrain himself from mating the guy? He pulled Chris back to his seat and propped himself on the edge of his desk to look at the man. "I can't promise we will be able to secure a change in the law, but we are going to try. I am going on a trip to try and convince as many people as possible to vote in our Favour, but it coul
Damon watched his mate go as he stood clutching the clothes, she had handed him, a confused expression on his face. He looked down at the bag of clothes she had brought with him, what was wrong with his own clothes? Maybe Clary was just a die-hard fashionista? He certainly had his own style. He stared down at the satin pajamas in his hand, was she really expecting him to wear these? "Put those on, Damon. I'm starving and as much as you look like an all you can eat buffet; I want some actual food" Clary said when she returned to the living room. "What did you bring?" she asked, snatching the bag of food up and carrying it to the kitchen. Her heart stopped when she opened it up. "Are these... for me?" she asked when her mate came stumbling in behind her, trying to pull the pants on and almost falling over in his haste. "So impatient!" Damon huffed when he managed to pull the slippery pants all the way up. "Yes, they are for you, do you like them?" he asked hopefully, taking the bag fro
Clary tugged on Damon hair; it was too much! "Damon, fuck me. Take that dick out of your pants and bury it in my ass, now" Clary groaned out, needing to feel her Alphas dick inside her. She moaned when Damon released her and pulled his fingers out of her ass. She reached up and tried to rip the pajama bottoms right off Damon body when got up on her knees. Damon had never undressed so fast in his life! He almost ripped the material of the trousers his Omega had given him to wear, grinning when Clary tried to help him get them off. He was tempted to watch when Clary started to finger herself off but the sight of his mate touching herself was too much. He growled in triumph as he finally managed to get the pants off. He took the lube his mate offered him with a chuckle, he hadn't even seen his mare conjure it. He fell over his mate's body when he had coated his cock with the slippery liquid, holding himself up with one arm as he lined himself up with Clary hole. "You had better fuck me