Mating ritual (1)

Damon dashed out of the bedroom and jumped over the handrail to the main floor, right into the middle of the living room.

Damon looked up and smirked while thinking that Talia will take the stairs.

His smirk faltered when he saw Talia going after him without hesitation. What if she got hurt? He was unsure if he should continue running or catch her, but her fiery expression told him to run. 

Talia was delirious in her search for a release, in search of a man, and Damon's scent of the forest and dark chocolate was like a mating call she was waiting for. The only thing on her mind was to get her hands on the male in front of her and to get her fill of him.

Damon was lucky that her ability didn't work on him because silvery light was lashing toward him like whips she could control with her mind.