The Little Lockwood

Twenty five

EDITED

Damon looks at me in bewilderment,

 "I'm your what?"

Sighing I look at him, my eyes flashing their signature bright blue, 

"You're my mate."

I'm so in love with Damon that it absolutely terrifies me. Not because love is a scary part of life, but because I know that he could break me. He could break me and shatter me into a million little pieces, like I am a sheet of glass. But the worst and best part of this, is that I would let him.

 I shiver once, my inner wolf screaming to claim him and make him officially mine. But I ignore the urge since I'm trying to process this new information.

Damon cups my face gently again, his eyes searching my face, 

"I don't know what that means Debria. Can you explain this to me?"

I shake my head, tears welling in my eyes now, and I wipe them away furiously.

"No! Mason said this was a werewolf thing! That it was already very rare for just regular werewolves. He said I would never have to worry about this. He told me that I would never have to worry about someone coming before my entire pack! He said my PACK comes before everything!," I almost shout, my surprise and anger getting the best of me, I look up at Damon now, 

"What did you do to me? " My voice is almost a whisper now.

Damon's blue eyes go wide at my sudden change of tone, and he steps back from me once, 

"Debria. Whatever this is. It is real. I'm here, and I want to love you forever. Please."

My heart swells and I almost step towards him. Almost.

I stay rooted on the spot, my eyes turning a dull grey color, not the bright silver they usually would, 

"Damon. You will outlive me...I want you, for as long as I live. I am now bound to you by the forces of nature whether we like it or not. And now you come before everyone in my pack now. You are my number one priority. This is scary. Mason told me, no, promised me, I would never have to be tied to someone like this. Like a lapdog." I almost snarl the last word and Damon looks offended but takes the information in silently.

Damon grabs my face suddenly and kisses me passionately, my entire body seems to disconnect from my brain and react without me thinking. And I kiss him back, ready to just let him hold me. All fear and anger gone the second our lips connected.

My entire mood swings and within seconds I am half moaning under him back on his large bed.

Damon's lips travel my body and I twist my fingers in his hair. This overwhelming desire to make love to him consuming me.

Our eyes lock as he hoovers over me now.

"I love you, Damon Salvatore," I say gently and press my lips firmly to his.

The rest of the evening was spent making love, over and over and over again.

**Next morning**

Rolling over I find myself pressed against a naked body. 

My eyes flash open and I glance up to see Damon's sleeping face.