As I woke up in bed by myself, I heard the sound of the shower. Well, I was naked, tired, but not sore, content, and happy. I was also in a bit of a naughty mood. Well, maybe dirty and naughty. We hadn't really fucked except in this bed and not in too many positions.
I remembered how Adam had taken me from behind, and I felt him reach down my throat. I wondered what it would feel like with Damon. The sound of the water stopped, and I was a bit experimental. I was not a frail little thing as I looked, but I had this fire inside me; I was ready for pretty wild stuff.
I rolled over on my stomach and stretched. I was on all fours and stretched like a cat when Damon stepped closer.
He said in a rather thick voice," Just a little longer, baby, then that shower was useless."
I turned to look and said innocently, spreading my legs a little, " Oh, what shower? I need to stretch. My muscles are so tight. "
Damon dropped the towel on the floor, came onto the bed, and pulled me by the hair behind me.
He grunted in a low voice, " You little bitch, you begged for it..."
He thrust mercilessly into my cunt from behind, controlling me entirely. Yes, it seemed to go all the way down my throat as he started rapid, merciless thrusts that set my cunt on fire completely.
I could feel and smell our sexual aroma in the air and on the sheets. I pressed my upper body against the bed and felt Damon take me. I exploded and bit the pillow. Damon moaned more and more passionately, and his passionate, powerful cock slammed into my cunt again and again, grinding directly into my G-spot.
My nipples were grinding into the bedding to the rhythm of Damon's thrusts, and I squealed about the whole time and came. I felt Damon flooding into me, too; he leaned in the moment he came and stuck his teeth into the mark on my neck, the mating mark, and it made my orgasm at least double. We were very wild, and now we were doing positions and also swapping places.
We had a game or competition when we went to the toilet or to eat something, maybe even take a shower. The game was called, "Find a place to fuck"
I was very inventive and even emptied one cupboard of bedding and took a couple of shelves out so we could fuck on the shelf. We even climbed on top of one bookshelf and fucked there, too. Then, a week later, when Adam came to visit and check us out when we moved on to the next hotel, we knew we had to dedicate that hotel room, too. Adam was quite aware of what we were doing, so he always preferred to take his own room and not near us.
But sometimes we would lie in bed, sweaty, sex-smelling but momentarily satisfied, and talk. I might share details about a gig with Damon, expressing my disgust towards an item and describing the difficulties of successfully carrying out the role. Alternatively, I might internally consider a dish I could cook, and my boyfriend, my caring protector, might decide not to make the entire meal if it doesn't meet my requirements.
And if I imagined myself eating something that wasn't good for me somewhere in between, he would be surprisingly specific about the consequences. Then we might talk about some random thing, a memory might come to mind, and Damon then told me how damn close he had come to actually being on the Titanic.
He'd been going, but Nick and Elias had been up to their tricks again, and he'd had to go and put them in check. The ship had left without him, and this lovely human girl was there. Damon had planned to be on the ship with her and turn her into a vampire, but she didn't make it.
Damon didn't believe in fate. He thought you could control everything by your own actions. Nothing is certain or set in stone. Surprises can and always will happen. I told a little bit of my time with Nick and Elias and that was something he was very interested in hearing, like he would want to know if there was something that he could use.
After another three-day marathon, I was lying on Damon's lap, on top of him, when I remembered the prophecies.
And I said, " Do you know that there are several prophecies about me, too? And you're part of them, but I still haven't figured them out yet."
Damon stiffened. He felt his inner self, the volcano. Something stirred his evil side when he heard that. It was curious. It wanted to know. But some strong force inside him pushed the volcano down.
He said to Mimi, "Darling, don't tell yet. There will come a time when you can tell when it's safe, but don't tell. Tell Adam or Magnum. Not me or Bran. Samuel is a bit of a question mark, okay, Darling?"
Damon suddenly spoke with a strange sharpness, enunciating carefully and calling me Darling, not a baby. He said Darling very softly, almost darlin. He caressed me slightly differently, as if his scent was more tart and sharper.
I uncertainly said, "Fine, I won't tell then. I'll be quiet, but did you know Wulfe talked to me here once? Before the medical institution."
Damon was quiet and said, " Maybe it's darlin, better I know nothing about it. I'll explain one day."
Fine, let's not talk about that either; I closed my eyes and fell asleep listening to his familiar, safe heartbeat.
I woke myself up in bed. A note on the bedside table said, "I'll be back, Adam, and I have to do something. Go take a shower and wait for me, Damon."
I got up and went to the shower, and it wasn't until I started washing my hair that I noticed I had it and lots of it; my hair was down to my waist, and it was blood red. Fine, then we're redheads. I washed all my hair and myself; it was good to clean myself up, and the room service came to change the sheets while I was in the shower.
I came out of the shower wrapped in nothing but a bathrobe and started drying my hair with a hair dryer. Difficult, as it was still slightly curly. I finally got it dry and miraculously put it in a ponytail. I put it on and just enjoyed myself as I got to choose my own clothes.
I just sent Damon a half-naughty text message and got a pretty snappy message that I should stay in and not even leave the suite. They would come, but it would take a few hours. Fine, apparently, there was some problem then. Damon messaged me to eat what was in the fridge and not order room service. Ok, luckily, the fridge was pretty full.
The food was tasty, and I was eating a lot. I realized they stretched my stomach as I had been recovering from being pretty damn full again. Mimosa was still asleep. She liked it when we fucked, but Mirella didn't. She put her coffin tightly shut and wanted nothing to do with it.
Once I had eaten, I started looking things up online and ordering anything that would come up, and what I ordered were vases and crystal glasses. I really enjoyed it, and the time went by fast. Damon sent me a few messages and swore when the job went to the next day, at least.
I didn't even ask what the job was. I could stay in the suite for a few days, but I want to move at some point. It's one of those things that when you are denied something, you should just get on with it. So in this job, I shouldn't move, so I wanted to move, although I usually had no problem staying in my place in the house for weeks, though.
The men had been on a gig for three days, and I was getting a bit impatient. This hotel suite had a jacuzzi, and I decided to try it at some point; Damon's replies were getting shorter and shorter, and he didn't even reply immediately. He might just put "ok" if I asked a question or indicated what I was doing.
But I was a good girl and stayed in the suite even though my fuckwittery was getting pretty high, and then I knew the full moon was coming; oh fuck, well, luckily, it was an enormous suite, and Mimosa knew how to behave. We wouldn't go hunting for anything this full moon. We would be inside and be good.
I had undressed and got into the hot tub. After filling it with hot water, I put it on and closed my eyes; it felt so perfect. The bubbles relaxed my muscles, and the full moon's pressure disappeared for a moment as I relaxed and let my mind wander.
I kept my eyes closed and wasn't really aware of my surroundings, either. Just as suddenly, it startled me when ice-cold water was thrown on my face, and I blinked open my eyes.
Next to the hot tub, a very sulky Salvatore was looking at me and saying, " You know baby, it's not good to fall asleep in the tub, you can get cold. Now get up and go take a hot shower, then come over there, and we'll eat some point, and we have to do this job together."
I got out of the tub and went into the shower. The gentleman was in a different mood now, so my naked body didn't bother him either. I washed and warmed myself and my hair and wrapped it in a towel when I got out of the shower.
I walked into the bedroom, and Damon was sitting there impatiently. He hadn't even picked out his clothes, but there was a bag on the bed with some supplies in it.
He said, "Don't dry out but get the form; we're doing this in wolf form. We've been trying to hunt down demons in human form, but we find them in Mimosa and smoke form. We're working with Magnum and his girlfriend, Higgins. So the name of the game is simple: you change the form, I'll put a harness on you, and then change the form myself. Adam will put a harness on me, Magnum will lead you, and Higgins will lead me. We'll just look like big dogs, but control ourselves; now you have to control yourself, then remember Magnum and Higgins are human, maybe even afraid of us. "
I nodded and started to change the shape, without saying a word, gig time. I was not actually angry; it sounded almost fun thing to do.