The alpha's hand slowly makes its way down from her hip to the junction with the top of her thigh, then up her thigh, kneading her covered flesh as he goes. Then it pauses right above her knee, just as her hips rut forward, causing a delicious friction and eliciting a low moan out of Allen.

"Damon..." Allen whispers against his lips.

"What do you want, Allen?" Damon asks in a husky voice, sounding just as lost, "Tell me."

"You; I want you." Allen responds without even thinking; it is true after all, and she is so caught up and drunk on the intensity of the moment that she loses...