Upon awakening, I skipped my usual morning routine and simply changed clothes before heading to the kitchen. Not go to shower because I did not want to cool myself even more or do that again. I did not even look at my phone to see how long I had slept.
The enticing aroma of various dishes greeted me as Adam skillfully placed plate after plate in front of me, reminiscent of the meals Damon would prepare. It struck me as intriguing. There was still more food to come, all tailored to my preferences. I couldn't help but wonder if this was some sort of sign, a twist of fate that didn't require the presence of Salvatore or whatever complicated situation I found myself in.
I did remember my plea and also my dream. I wondered if was that a dream or some sort of experience that I had no name to give. Somehow I knew Jake had been my soulmate and his loss was something that I would not deal with, not as it should. I had buried it deep within me and it could be in there till day's end. No need to even think about that.
I savored each bite, clearing my plate completely, while Charles continued to cook. I ate a huge meal and then I was free to do whatever I was up to. Mirella had broken fully free from me, as Mimosa was almost free. I wondered was it was because we had a stronger bond with Mimosa and that kind of bond would take time to break or was something else.
Something about Mirella made me a little wary, but I put it as my obsession with being in control as I had no control over her, no leverage so to speak, she was no longer dependent on me, so did I fear that she would show her true self or did I saw her as a competitor for the men.
I calmed myself down and reminded myself that there were still more men than women in this pack and I would not be abandoned by Adam and Charles. Even Mirella was part of the pack, too. She would not be a threat to me.
With a renewed sense of purpose, I returned to my work, determined to make it challenging for the darkness to persist. Meaning I focused on making Mr. Sark's existence not so easy and Mr. krycheck too. I had a few good ideas on how to make this happen and I loved when my plans worked as they should, too. Although I still accepted invitations to come to eat, my focus remained fixed on this personal endeavor of mine.
I had no gastro implant as they had not gotten made new ones; it was difficult to locate three screws in one machine and you need 16 screws in my implant, so it meant dismantling quite many machines and those screws were not in every type of machine.
Screws were important because they were metal parts that kept the little chips in place and other stuff, too. Colin and Damon had managed to make other parts nonlethal or nonabsorbent in my body. My body had the bad habit of absorbing metals so those screws were covered with that weird aluminum that did not absorb, and the other two metals were not poisonous or did not absorb either, so those screws were kind of necessary.
No screws, no implants, and when that implant took a hit, it broke down, and I was usually that kind of mess that locating those pieces of the implant was next to impossible when my body cavity might be just a green mass or whatever. So new screws were needed all the time.
Work took me with it and I was almost having fun with my plant to rain hell on those two. I had my own teams that I deployed to do nasty things on those two and for their plans too. Then, a few days had gone by, I think, when Adam came up to me and said, "Miss, you've been working for a month now. And now you're starting to smell like heat, but now we're going to Nevada, and Damon's there. It's okay; we'll be with you the whole time and do a blood test to see what your cat's heat status is. And if possible, can we get Damon to help with that? It's not too bad, right?"
I said, "For a month, I haven't paid that much attention to the passage of time, but fine. I have done nasty things on Sark and Krycheck, here check these out. I have four teams ready to pounce on them whenever I give an order, so it has been fun. Let's go check on Salvatore."
Adam took files and looked at them fast through. He grunted softly, kept my plans to himself, and took his phone, too. He took pictures of my plans and sent them to someone. My guess would be Magnum or Murdock, but fine. He kept files under his arm not to give them back to me.
Charles came over and said, "We'll fly there. It'll take about five hours, so let's get going. Your heat is just getting on, but if Salvatore could get a whiff of it early enough, it might work."
Charles looked at my files too as Adam gave them to him and he too did not comment much, looked at just Adam a few times as he read what I had gotten done.
We got on the plane, and I concentrated on work the whole time, knowing that when the heat hits, there's no time to work. I had a few good sightings on Sark, but Adam was there and he took over my project. When I tried to get myself in the groove to order sniping jobs, I had several lists written that Mimosa had given me, Charles took those out of my hands. Fine, not to work so much so.
We landed, and Adam drove us to the house. The first thing I knew when I got inside, Samuel came and took me straight downstairs to the medbay to take blood tests and check if my cat's side was activated. I sat on a chair after he had just taken eight tubes out of me; he was very distracted by something and had been quite clinical, not even commenting on my weight or wanting to check me out.
I waited for the results, and Damon came to the door. He looked at me for a moment and sniffed the air.
He said lazily, " Don't bother waiting for the results, Cornick. I can tell you straight away that Meow is awake. "
I looked at Damon, and he came up to me and said, " Looks like, baby, we're about to have a pretty intense time together. "
Now his voice was almost dark with lust, now in somehow I knew that side would not get in a way, not at all.
I smelled the passionfruit, got up, and hugged Damon with everything I had. I was in good shape, so I guess I might have snapped a few ribs from him, but it didn't bother him at all.
He hugged me back and breathed, "I baby, I'm trying, I'm trying so fucking hard you won't believe it. I don't know when you can't take it anymore, but then I feel like the volcano is taking over completely. Blowing it up didn't help. It's so fucking strong again. But I was hoping that if we could spend some quality time together, it would help a little bit. Even a little bit. I love you, so much that you can't even imagine and see that my touch hurt you. It just broke me and Volcano is damn happy about that."
I knew I just had to keep believing in Damon and endure, trust, and love. I whispered to him, "Yeah, I am then quite a naughty little bitch, and in good shape, I think I snapped your ribs."
He hugged me back, moved his hand a bit, snapped a few ribs, and then I felt a needle sink in my lung. My mind got cloudy as the flank hit me.
Damon whispered to me, "Darlin, make sure you behave. I have my ways and your heat is not yet on, so do I need to give you a lesson or not?"
Yeah, darling side is up and running, I see. He kept me next to him as we sat down. I got a few flanks until the results were in; he kept smelling my neck all the time, smelling my pheromones too. I did not need pheromones so often from Adam and Charles. My addiction had gotten less after my few sick leave, so that would not be a problem.
Samuel confirmed what Damon's nose had known half an hour ago. I didn't feel in heat yet but went to the wing, anyway. My mind had cleared up, and I was walking towards the wing. I noticed that Mirella seemed disturbed by my heat, and I don't know why. Then I saw how she kept cooing at Damon, and I knew that might be one thing stressing Damon out; he didn't want Mirella, and she was very pushy.
I pulled Mirella aside a little bit and said, "Have you been so hung up on Damon for long? "
Mirella looked at me and said, "I have, and he's in me. Sorry, but Salvatore likes to fuck, and so do I. I just wish your heat was short so I could get him back. "
I said to her, "Well, it is just now you are not anymore in me; you are your own person, so I don't protect you. If you ever cross a line with Damon, I am not gonna save you. I have seen what he does to his girls,he kills them and enjoys it."
She did not say anything but walked away to talk with Bran. I went to the wing and closed the door behind me. I was home. At least it felt like it.
I thought for half an hour about this and I was pretty fucking amazed at this statement and went to the public side to tell Adam and Charles, who went to talk to Samuel. I told them that I warned her about Damon. I am not gonna save her, not if she crosses the line.
Samuel came up to me and said, "Mirella has been quite disruptive for a while now, and Colin suggested that he could take Mirella into care for a few months. He's put vampires under control before. I think it might be wise. Even though Mirella is now completely out of your hair, Damon can still when he gets upset..."
The thought had crossed my mind, too, and I said, "Just do what you think is right. I am not gonna bail her out if she upsets Damon to a certain point and if the result of that will be a pile of ashes, so be it. I'm about to get into heat and don't need the distraction. I just hope this works out."
Samuel nodded and headed off towards the medbay.
I then went to the wing to settle in, and Damon came after me, as did Adam and Charles. I tried to do my little thing to Sark, but I had now three men with me and each of them had people to deploy wherever Sark was seen. It was that Damon's people were quite often hungry vampires, so Sark died quite many times, too.
Every morning, we went downstairs, on the public side for breakfast when I wasn't in the mood, and Damon fed me and made sure I ate enough. He always took one man by the hand, and they kissed passionately before Damon led them to the bedroom.
Every morning, this happened, and I was just trying to learn that in our pack, we do this. Although it was quite foreign to me to do it so openly, Mirella and I had been taking care of each other, but always in secret, never in public at any breakfast. You just have to go with the flow and start learning new things.
I did not understand the whole energy umbrella thing but the main thing was that energy that we got going on while Damon and I were fucking would be the foundation of this umbrella and men's energy would draw from that making sort of net, of energy us two being to handle and rest of them being the umbrella part.
He could somehow manipulate that energy and I had no idea how or why, but I just put in that category that he was an old, ancient vampire and knew very much stuff that I had no idea of.
I'd been in the pack for a week when my heat decided to get so close that I didn't go to breakfast, and Charles and Adam had to go because they could smell me stinking. I was in the mood, so to speak, and we had had quite a wild night with four of us, but now those two were gone and it was time for my heat to kick in properly. I had dressed myself as I wanted, and it was quite a provocative thing.
I was eating breakfast in the wing, and Damon looked at me hot and said, "Little bitch is about to get a good spanking. The little bitch is begging for it. "
I wasn't begging, so to speak. I was just wearing one of Damon's tee shirts that he'd given me. He'd always given them to me, and when I put them on, it had led to quite a few things. Bedtime. It was one of my many ways to ultimately seduce him in bed and not just for a night.
I'd have coffee and bend over to supposedly pick up the trash off the floor now and then so he could get an unobstructed view of my cunt. I noticed how agitated my husband was getting, and I had just finished eating when he came over, grabbed me and hoisted me on his shoulder, carried me like a caveman to bed, and said, "Little bitch is about to get a real dick, and then little bitch is going to start begging for more dick..."
He came on top of me and quickly and efficiently stripped himself naked. I could feel his hard, hot, passionate body on top of mine, how he captured my hands. His eyes shone with lust and love, too.
He said, "Start spreading, little bitch. I know you want to."
I spread my legs and, against my pussy lips, began to thrust a hard, hot, thick cock that didn't ask permission or let me adjust to its relentless penetration into the depths of my pussy.
We kissed like we'd never kissed before, and I felt something thick under Damon's tongue and sucked on his tongue. It tasted like a combination of raspberries, honeydew berries, passionfruit, and strawberries too.
The sweet liquid made my cunt light up with lust, and Damon encouraged me in my mind to, " Suck it all, baby, suck my tongue all the way out, just like that. Good girl, just suck it all away."
He fucked me with a fervor I hadn't felt in a while. I emptied his tongue with gusto. I needed that ambrosia, and it made me wilder than ever. I had this need to have Damon just for me. I guess I opened my pheromones too, some of them at least.
He owned me with his bite every time he came and didn't let go until the wonderful flood of thick, warm lust nectar had run out that time. I could feel the sting of his bites and he had just by passing bitten off every mark that Charles had made. He stroked his thick warm nectar everywhere and made sure to puncture a hole in my diaphragm so that it oozed around my lungs and heart, too.
Nothing for us too much and we showed again to each other what we meant. We got our connection back, and it felt so freaking wonderful to have him. Time did not matter, only us, our love and our connection mattered and everything bad was again gone away.
My rush lasted an incredibly wonderful 12 weeks, and I lay on top of Damon for 24 hours after the rush was over. This was that wonderful time again, and with this strength, I could take anything. We didn't fuck for that 24 hours.
We just were. He stroked me. We lay there sweaty, smelling sex and whatnot, but it did not matter. I did, of course, tell the little bathing episode and Damon said, "Haven't I already taught you out of that bad habit of yours? Oh, poor Adam and Charles, doing those tricks of yours. Look, baby, all the drugs they used to knock you out are strong and high doses. There's no mild drug for you unless you're talking about flank. "
I told him about my dream with Jake and he was silent; he did not convince me it was just a dream, or it did not matter, something in his expression. I have no idea what, but he was happy that Jake had been in my dream and I did not know why. These, again, were my little insides that I got with my pretender side's help. They were sometimes a nuisance, but then again, there was something for me to think of.
I said, "This is such a wonderful time, I don't even want it to end. I could probably lie on top of you for a month easily. "
Damon rolled me off him and said, " All good things come to an end, but we'll wait for your next heat, and we'll see what we can do in the meantime. "
He started kissing me anyway, and now his tongue wasn't swollen anymore, so it must have been a heat time thing. Then he got up, put on his clothes, and walked away.
Our wonderful time was over. Time to get back to everyday life, and I hoped that Mirella had calmed down. I had no idea what Damon was up to, or why he had left, did not just want to have breakfast with me. Had it all been just because of the heat and now no hormones, no heat, no passion? I showered while I could and had breakfast in the wing.
I said to Charles in my head, and he said, " We're at the gigs now. We'll come when we get there then unless you want to change places. "
I thought about it as I ate. Mimosa came up to me and said, "Mimi, I can see little bits and pieces of the future now, but nothing so clear. Don't think that ability has gone anywhere. It's only in me."
I gave Mimosa a lot of meat and praised our heat. Mimosa said, " Damon took the car somewhere right away. He must have left his phone and wallet somewhere."
Fine, then he left.