I dressed up and went downstairs. I took the lift down, and when I walked into the lobby where the men were already waiting, I noticed a slight difference in dress, but that's okay. I was in a dress, and the men were in tight white T-shirts and black jeans. I could be in a seduction dress all I wanted, and I saw Damon and Adam's eyes heat up as I walked in my heels towards them.
Damon moved, looked at me, and somehow, from an old memory, I walked over to Damon, and he took me under his arm.
"You look gorgeous, baby, you're in pretty damn good shape, and oh, I'd like to take this dress off you right now," Damon spoke in my head.
Bran was looking a little disappointed when I had gone under Damon's arm, and he saw how Damon's hand took hold of my breasts and squeezed.
Adam was on the other side, whispering in my ear, " Honey, what did I say about the bra?" I got both men in a very wild mood.
Then Bran said, " Oh, and here come our guests."
Damon was giving Bran a rather strange look, and somehow, I got the impression that Damon knew something I didn't. But I didn't think as the cars pulled into the yard, and Bran went to say hello.
There were three cars. These were not terribly rich looking; the cars were SUVs but second-hand, and you could tell by the clothes that these were not rich. I could see why Bran had chosen this mansion; this was a rich place, and he was probably trying to play rich to these people. But when this wasn't Bran's mansion. Bran's houses were quite small, poorly maintained, and boringly decorated, whereas, in this house, I had spared nothing.
The Alpha couple came first. The husband was tall, gypsy-looking and his wife looked a bit like a cross between Angelica Jolie and Angelica Houston. Their daughters were dark-haired, fair-skinned, almost like something out of a storybook, beautiful, lithe, and surprisingly tall. Curvy too.
The other men in the pack were also dark-haired, cruel-looking and gave the impression that women's status in their eyes is what it is. The pack also included three other women. Two redheads and one blonde. Big breasts, revealingly dressed, but wolves before all of them.
Bran ushered them in and introduced us to the Delacroix pack. No one shook hands. Damon held me close with his arm tightly around me, and all the women noticed my ex-husband.
When the men came closer to me and looked at me appraisingly, I could already see the fantasies in their expressions, and then Damon grunted loudly. The men backed away. Bran ushered the guests and us into the living room, separated me from Damon by taking me beside him to walk, and then left me sitting in the armchair.
The other men in the guest pack sat in adjacent chairs, and I felt like I was some piece of meat everyone was evaluating to buy. I had gotten big couches and nice armchairs here, but they had been moved to a section somewhere now, so there wasn't as much room to choose where to sit. Every one of the women dissed me right away. Apparently, I'm not a threat, and they focused on Adam and Damon.
Adam and Damon had been put on the couch to sit, and the women roughly surrounded them. The other men looked mildly amused, as if this was their amusement to watch the females seduce the males.
Bran chatted with the alpha, and after a moment, Bran ushered the Alpha and apparently the Beta into his study. Beta was a lighter-skinned, calm-looking man. The kind who bided his time and was loyal when he had cause to be.
I sat in a chair and watched all the women go at it, touching, complimenting, and flirting, and Damon and Adam were going at it. The men leaned back in their chairs happily, as if they had seen this show before.
One man said to me, "Those women...well, let's just say they're going to test drive every man in the pack many times over. So don't you, little wife, wonder when your husband dips his stick in other people's honey? We'll take care of you, cutie, if it comes to that. Marrok hasn't forbidden it."
I didn't answer. Because I wouldn't have been surprised. Bran has been gang raped once before. What wonder is that now if he sold me to strangers again? And then again, when my ex-husband has a bad habit of dipping his stick in other people's honey.
Damon and Adam got off the couch and went to take the ladies for a walk. Out and about. The men were fiddling with their cell phones, already looking at me hotly. I could tell they had their pants full.
I got disgusted and went to the kitchen to get something to eat. We had nothing to talk about as they clearly had some satanic plan in mind, and I knew it was a premeditated thing, but what? I didn't really care.
I was probably most annoyed that I wasn't getting any free time with the pack these days; I had had none for a long time. Everyone always had something going on, and it drove me to the flea business, and then, when I got back to it, the time flew by.
But maybe this is just the new normal, and I shouldn't have expected that we would just be relaxed in the pack. If it was all because of me, and now it was time to go back to the official routine, as I just didn't know it at all.
I would not eat wagyu steak now, especially not during these visits. And I didn't think anyone was going to whine to me about my food, although it would have been a welcome change.
I made my delicacy. I put the fish fingers in the oven and made mash for myself, then made white sauce and boiled eggs. When the eggs were done, I peeled them, chopped them up, and put them in the sauce, making egg sauce.
These were duck eggs, so they were a little better than chicken eggs for me. I cursed my body when the eggs were perfect for everyone else, but my strange body refused to eat them. But this would taste perfectly lovely.
I had just finished everything when a group of women burst into the kitchen without their husbands. They were wandering around, and Adam had put a guest fridge in there with dishes suitable for guests so that they would have food available.
I wouldn't have to worry about it. The women came to watch me chopping eggs for the sauce and taking the fish fingers out of the oven. They started whispering and commenting on my food.
"What's that? I don't know if I'm eating that?"
I'd had enough. If they thought that I, dressed in this fucking vinyl dress, was some fucking chef, they'd learn that I wasn't. When the women started criticizing my food, I turned around and directed them to the guest fridge.
I said, " There, there's your food. Eat. Don't eat, but that's your food. It's been got for you according to what you wanted."
I pointed to the table where I had put my food. " I am not a cook, and it is not my job to cook for you. If you girls are looking for a pack of your own, then learn to cook or find a man who can cook. In this pack, everyone pretty much makes their own food, so this is mine, my food. Only I eat this. "
The women were silent for a moment and left the kitchen. They didn't even look in the fridge. This female is not a pushover. I muttered a pretty good barrage of curse words in my mind before I completely calmed down. I made myself some coffee; I had a really lovely coffee maker here and took my large thermos jug, which I filled to the brim.
The women went to talk to their alpha, and Bran watched in amazement as he slapped the other girl right across the face with the palm of his hand. The sound was audible, and the girl didn't even flinch. He was used to this by now. The Alpha woman spoke to the girls in a stern tone, and Bran led the entire pack into his study.
The girls were getting in heat, so they didn't know how to behave, and the men could smell it, so they had their own needs, too. Bran knew that from what they had told him, these girls had very challenging lusts where they would not give but had to be taken by force, and that's why men were needed. Probably Adam and Damon could help with holding and controlling the woman.
Bran knew that if this didn't work, then he would have done everything that could be expected of him, and the problem would then be the pack, no longer him, he would have done as a Marrok all that he was supposed to and it pissed him off when he was always being forced to do his duty. But according to Marrok law, this would be a last resort, and he vowed some day to change those laws so that he didn't have to go to such extremes.
He remembered every female he'd lost to uterine infection, and lust had, therefore, become his obsession. It gave him some peace of mind that Mimi was immortal, but then, when he'd seen her in terrible shape and had himself regretted it several times to the point of terrible shape, he just wanted her to get in heat now and then.
He wasn't a doctor, but he had millennia of bitter experience with female lust. And what could go wrong with that? But he was a man, old-fashioned, and he wasn't quite up to date with what modern science had actually uncovered about women's lusts and a lot of new things had come to light about lust treatment, but he ignored them all as he went his own way.
Bran sighed and sat down. He checked his email and then made his rules to this pack clear about what was allowed and what wasn't.
I got my food ready. Coffee was brewed, and I grabbed a Coke and an enormous bottle of Palma from the fridge. I kept the Palma hidden as usual because Hauptmann liked it, and I didn't always want to share.
I was pretty damn hungry now as I piled all my food on the lovely smaller dining table and took a big pink plate, scoops, and other supplies. I carried my coffee and drinks to the table. I had a large glass and had put a straw in it. I found it nice to drink with the straw now and then.
I gathered the fish fingers, mashed potatoes, and sauce pot on the table in front of me. I made myself a portion, and I'd had a hell of a lot of food. I also noticed that Damon's bags were still in the kitchen. I wonder if he wasn't planning on staying out late or if he was alienating the main bedroom. I don't know.
As my thoughts pulled Damon into the kitchen. He went to the fridge and looked around for a while, and came out with nothing.
He sighed and said, " You know, baby, I'm hungry, and then I'm hungry again."
I replied as I finished my mouth. "Well, you've got some enthusiastic girls to help you with that hunger, and you will not be here for long, are you?"
Damon said, " I'm not in a hurry to go anywhere, and it's not like I'm just going to jump on strangers, but.."
I looked at Damon and said, " I don't know everything or even what the purpose of this visit is, but I know that this is not a social visit; these people have come here for a purpose. And it's obviously not for me to know, and if you have a role in mind, then we are no longer married; I have nothing to say about that."
Damon sighed. "You're so much sharper than Bran thought. I can't tell; Bran denied it; marrok power works on me, too. But baby, when this is over, I would like to spend time with you, and yes, we will have our wedding one day then. But when I can't promise anything. I might have to leave, just like in Moscow, and I so wanted to dedicate that house to you."
I grunted noncommittally, continued eating, and said, " It's just a matter of priorities; I understand it very well as I have taken on a bigger role in the fleas, so one day, I will probably make the very same choices between my personal life and my responsibilities."
Damon came to sit next to me. Then he saw what I had just laid out in front of me, and his expression brightened. Damon, Adam, and Samuel are talking, ranting to me about my weight, how I need to eat more, and then this horseshit Salvatore wants to share my food off my plate. If I'm prepared, I'll have a mega portion that will surely be enough for both of them.
But now I didn't. I wasn't in the mood to share. This was my ultimate dish, and oh, how I enjoyed it very much. Damon came over to sit down and started nibbling on my ear and neck. I gave him a spoonful. I kept eating, and the same thing repeated: another spoonful.
Next, Damon took one fish stick and dipped it in the mash and then the sauce and ate, looking at me with a slightly raised eyebrow as if I was challenging him.
I said, " Haven't you poor thing had any food?"
Damon laughed and said, "I'll have to see what you're stuffing yourself with as a doctor, protector, and boyfriend. And baby, I'm coming up for the night. We'll sanctify that bed and the whole fucking room, you can be sure of that."
I laughed and told him how I had already made it not so sacred.
Damon said, " Tomorrow, put on your normal clothes. Don't listen to Bran."
I nodded. And Damon continued to tease me, so I thought, fine, let's share them. We finished our meal together, and then Damon went off to entertain the ladies again. I retired upstairs when Bran gave the go-ahead, even though it was only 2 p.m.
I changed clothes, looked at some upcoming gigs, and informed Magnum of a few. I was planning a couple of gigs when I was asked for my opinion. I always went downstairs to get coffee and something to eat. I had a freezer full of all the baked goods, so I ate a not so allowed, but oh my god, it was tasty. Like said, I was actually quite in work mode still and I was not sure why I needed to be here even.