I was in Australia for a total of six months, including my heat. That was only three weeks. Charles had been with me for 9 weeks and three of those had been the heat, so he had not been so long when fleas and missions had called him. He, too, had the rage to be unloaded.
The rest of the time, I put myself back. I used the gym quite a lot and since Mimosa and Mirella had woken up; I let Mirella out. She would cook while we went with Mimosa to hunt. I would take my wolf form and kangaroos would be our primary prey. Mirella was good at chopping and taking the skin off these prey and we would also prey on rabbits and all sorts of other abundant animals there.
I put up so many flowerbeds, went swimming, and slowly regained my mind. I was just bitter about Damon. He had no sense of shame, no apology, nothing, and then he was upset with Charles and me when I needed to get better, well he was all the time fucking other women.
I was not his priority, and I was not yet trusting him enough to even ask him to help me recover. Maybe I should have to. I don't know. I was not even sure where we would be once I would return, but one thing was sure. Adam would be there, and he was more than sorry. He was ready to be with me, even though Damon wasn't.
Then, I was ready to go back. I weighed 56 kilos, and my mind was clear. Mimosa and Mirella were both a little tired because they had been so much separate from me. I called Adam and asked where they were. I would come to the house in Kentucky. The vision I'd seen flashed into my head, and now I didn't know how to react. I had been thinking about my obsession with going into the air conditioning ducts to see if it had been some sort of nesting need.
Had it been my feline side already, then that was influencing me? I didn't say anything to Charles about it. In fact, I hadn't said anything to anyone. Mimosa and Mirella had woken up after my heat was over, and they were quite confused about what Damon had done and why. We had a wonderful time in Australia, though. Mirella had learned how to swim as she hadn't never swam in her life so we taught her to swim.
I got on the plane and wondered what I was going to find in Kentucky. Is there one bitter husband who has jumped into our bedroom with the harpies, or is the whole Salvatore even there? The entire experience had been horrible—first, the physical side. Sure, I've experienced pain and suffering in my life, but when someone who knows your body better than anyone tortures you, then they know how to make you feel it.
And then, the psychological side, the fact that Charles was my half-free renovation man and the whole pack assumed I was going to marry him drives Damon to these tricks, which I can or dare to do in the future without fear of some crazy twisted lesson. But Bran probably was the reason for that kind of thinking. He had a problem with me and also a problem with Charles's newfound independence and free will to do as he wants, not as Bran tells him to.
And Bran. Yet another reason why I don't talk to him, I don't keep in touch. Throughout the torture session, Damon talked about how Bran was telling him where my relationship with Charles was going, but the Lord kept me quiet because he knew I might talk sense, and the whole session would then have been an act of idiocy as it was. That serum had not been fun at all and above that, that whole clinical feeling had topped it off.
I didn't hate Damon, and I will not talk about this unless he wants to. And that heat before, that had been a veritable nightmare, and if I hadn't had that wonder gentle heat in Australia, I wasn't sure what would have happened to me, had I been fully not wanting to have sex ever again or what.
The fact is, when I was on the plane, I was alone. Once again, Charles went on his own trip and said he had girlfriends he was visiting. I knew we had a connection, but it could just be between carer and cared for. It doesn't have to go any further than that. He had been a good heat partner and wonderful physiotherapist, but he had kept his distance, too.
The fact Charles nursed me through the heat and did a great job of it doesn't mean we're dating. I was oriented to go to the house and return to our crazy pack and see what crazy comes out of there next. I was ready to move on, to see what the future brings to me. They say, what doesn't kill you makes you only stronger, well here I am stronger again. And alone too.
When I got off the plane, Adam was already waiting for me at the edge of the field. He had my yellow Ferrari. I went up to Adam and kissed him with fucking passion. He kissed me back, first gently, like I was some fragile crystal animal, but when I kissed him greedily, he got hungrier too and let his passion shine through.
Adam said, " What was that like? Are you in a relationship yet?"
He didn't sound jealous at all. It was like he almost wanted Charles to be in my life, protecting me from Damon.
I smiled and said, " No, we're not. Charles left a long time ago. It was a healing heat, both physical and mental. It was only three weeks of heat and making love, nothing more. He left to make gigs and got back together with a few of his girls. But do you remember that vision from me? And now we're on our way to Kentucky House. "
Adam smiled and said, "I can assure you no strays. There is Damon there waiting for you, though. He is deeply sorry about the whole thing and his behavior in all these months, but you know what, he brought those girlfriends into the house and when I told him I did not want them in, he left, but alone and there was always several piles of ashes in rooms after him, so he had been doing that for a while. Some sort of rage unloading or something."
I sighed and got in the car. Adam was driving fast and enjoying having a powerful car under him.
I said, "Well I and mimosa, took our rage to kangaroos and once again Australia Ranch has a freezer full of rabbits and kangaroo meat and there are a lot of hides to send to be tanned too. And we taught Mirella how to swim too. She was not able to swim."
We sped up to the house, and I saw that Bran's car was in the driveway and made a face.
Adam frowned and said, " You don't have to face Bran yet. I, myself, am so fucking sorry for the way I treated you during the heat. But Bran won't. I'm sure you know that yourself. Samuel's lesson got through and his rep as heat partner has taken a hit, but as you Bran, he is not regretting or learning either. "
I smiled. Yeah, right?
I went inside, and someone grabbed me and squeezed me hard. I smelled passionfruit and knew that this very strong creature clinging to me was my husband, who had missed me. I didn't even see him before he grabbed me with all his might and squeezed me long and hard.
I hugged him back and said in my mind," I guess you must have missed me."
He finally released his grip and said hoarsely, "Baby, you wouldn't believe how much. At first, I was offended at how you could choose Charles over me, but then I realized no one else was there. And as I was kinda creepy during that lesson of mine, all clinical and cold, so you were probably a little scared of me. Most importantly, I wasn't there; I was a jealous wife-torturing bastard who just ran away, and I didn't even give you a chance to explain your side. I assumed and assumed so fucking wrong. I went straight into what Bran said and I am pretty sure that he planned the whole thing with Damien, I have gotten few memories of when I had to do some spying on Bran's mind, and oh my god I wanted to him a shed again, but I took care some ladies who needed to death with, I took my rage out of them."
I said, " Let's move on. You see, I'm fine. This was a lesson for both of us. It is history. Let's do something now in the pack."
We went into the living room, and Damon held me the whole time. He took me to the sofa and then went, half lay on it himself, took me in his arms, and started stroking me.
It was unbelievably lovely. Again, I hadn't realized how much I, a fearless flea, crave the touch of another. And especially Damon. We lay on the couch together for hours. Damon just seemed content to hold me in his arms. So was I, but at that point, I didn't appreciate how perfect that was back when we were still doing it.
Eventually, we got up and went into the kitchen to eat. Bran was there, too. I didn't say a word to him, and I didn't even look at him. He left the table pretty soon after we left as he started to get a nosebleed, and Damon was pleased.
I ate everything he gave me, and after the food, he took me to the medbay and, with Samuel, did one very long and hard health check on me. They also assessed my fitness and made me do various jumps, kicks, and so on. Sitting there on the bed, Samuel was quite close and looked at some results on the laptop.
I said. "Samuel, how long have I had cat genes? Do I habitually go into the ventilation duct for some sort of cave or nesting?"
Samuel looked at me and said, "Maybe, well, I haven't been watching your genes for so long that I know when the first cat genes came into you, but you can have cat instincts. It's worth keeping in mind if you also have cat-like needs. "
I wonder what that might be. The health check was over, and I was told that my values were just within the reference range for not needing a drip, but they would probably improve once I started eating again under the watchful eye of a Salvatore. When I'm not hungry, and my wolf is doing its own thing, I don't always eat so regularly in Australia. and we ate a lot of rabbits and kangaroos which was not so ideal for me.
Damon looked at me with a determined look, to which I responded with equal fervor. This was our "The Bold and Beautiful" look. Our seduction look or our horny look, too. He took me by the hand and led me to our bedroom. I remembered the sight of him on the way, and he looked at me meaningfully but said nothing. We got to our room, and he opened the big double doors. The entire room had been redecorated and remodeled.
He said, " What do you think, baby? Quite different from what you saw in it, now as you can see, wife dear, or should I say, little bitch, there was a bed that needed consecrating."
He took me on the bed and stripped me naked. He took the handcuffs from the nightstand drawer, tied my hands to the bedpost again, and looked hot. He stripped me naked by cutting my clothes with a knife with a dagger, slicing slowly and pleasurably.
I felt the knife slice my skin so lightly, and I drew a sharp breath through my teeth. He was in no hurry. Something inside me reacted that slicing, and it came out more onto the surface, some sort of power or almost pathos.
He smiled at me and said. "Baby, this is going to be great. I love you so much you won't believe it. You don't know, Mimi, how awful that lesson was actually to do. I was clinical, I was shutting down my emotions in some way, and you were lying in bed, being tortured. But I did it for love. Believe it or not, but don't be afraid. I won't do that again. Now, you little bitch. I'll train you."
I smiled at Damon and said. "I wasn't always a good patient. Charles can tell you that. And Magnum. And Colin and Samuel. My bones were so weak they couldn't move me easily. And you know I like to go to the toilet myself. I want to move. There were two mattresses next to the bed when I was always moving. Suppose Charles wasn't in bed. Magnum was the main man who picked me up off the floor or pulled me out from the ventilation shafts. But they were patient men, and they got me fixed up. And now I don't want to talk about it anymore. It's been in the past now. Damon, my love."
He smiled and continued to cut me with the dagger. It was incredibly erotic, and I couldn't help it as my pussy started to get soaking wet, and I lifted my hips in the air as I offered it up. He seemed to absorb something that had gone to the surface, and he was enjoying it too.
Damon looked up and said, " What a feisty little bitch we've got, haven't we? Don't worry. You'll get a cock soon, and lots of it. Gimme more of this energy, this feeling, let it out, come on bitch, show me what I mean to you. "
He watched my reaction with fiery eyes for a moment after he sliced, and then he took and plunged the dagger into the middle of my belly and watched what he was doing. I knew this was Damon's thing, and I could take it. Power burst out of me. He sucked it all up.
In a low, dangerous voice, I said," Is that the worst you can do, Salvatore?"
He gazed at me and said, "No, it's not. Now is not the time to challenge me, you know what, little bitch? Now is the time for the little bitch to get fucked."
He rolled on top of me, penetrating the depths of my greedy hot cunt with a hot dick so big, so hard, and so huge I couldn't help but take a deep breath and feel it spread me all over. His thrusts were hard. Demanding. And he slammed against my uterus repeatedly. Always spurting something in there.
His cock was huge and thick. Harsh. He had total control over me. I had no say in what was going on. I could feel myself being penetrated repeatedly, how he could feel my climax beginning to approach. He knew soon I would come and come hard, and he fucked my orgasm through me to the hilt. He showed me that there was no mercy. His pace was hard. Fiercely demanding.
I responded to his fervor with my fervor. I let it burn. I was completely free. I got all that energy out of me and it made me feel so alive. I was uninhibited, and I was wild. I showed Damon how I missed him. I showed him how we were meant to be together, how we were supposed to love. To be physically one. He penetrated the rest of my womb when he had opened it with his substance, and I knew he was about to come, too.
He had already fucked me through three wonderful orgasms, and the fourth was fast approaching. When I finally exploded again, I felt him push deep into my womb and release his load into its depths. Time after time, I felt his thick cream of love come inside me, and I enjoyed the feeling incredibly.