Charles came to the New Jersey mansion with Adam and we spent our three-week honeymoon there, just the three of us; we didn't have to go anywhere but be with each other and explore and get to know each other's bodies and anatomy in great detail. In other words, we had a great three-week fucking holiday; we had Mirella and Mimosa with us, and in the last week; we got the men quite nervous as we started doing the girl stuff and licking and kissing each other.
Mirella and I got Adam and Charles on fucking Mimosa, and then we started taking care of each other. I had gotten us a few things in the girls' pleasure room and let's just say that if I am taking a huge crawler, flogger, and few tubes of different arousal gels and start to dominate Mirella with them, I got Charles's and Adam's attention quite fast. It seemed that according to these two; they were dominators on the bed, not me. But we had fun with Mirella.
There's a difference between a woman licking your cunt and a man licking your cunt, because she's got one of those things between her legs herself. Hence, she knows a few secrets that made me explode pretty damn hard and then we wrapped ourselves around each other and ate each other's blood very naughtily and came in each other's arms all the time.
And then when I made her be on her back, put some arousal gel on her cunt, took a flogger, and made her come by a just power of few strikes, Charles's hand soon wrapped around my wrist, yanking that flogger out of grip, growling dominantly and sexily in my ear.
Adam and Charles were pretty quick to separate us from each other. It was good to do that with Mimosa though, But Charles did not give me my flogger as he treated Mirella with it, Mimosa was pro with her tongue and I tried to make her howl by drinking her very powerful blood as naughty as I possibly could. She got a hairy neck, so you had to find a good place to sink your teeth into.
Charles said to me as eventually, I lay on top of him, all fucked up to pieces, limp and happy, "Mimi, I hope your next heat is one that I can join in on because I'm looking forward to it pretty damn much. You are a sex beast normally, so what kind of heat you would then have?"
I sighed and rested on my wonderful, wonderful husband, who was indeed an excellent mattress, just perfect, the best yet. I did not answer to him. I just fell asleep on top of him. He was supposed to be my perfect mattress, and I intended to teach him his place as my mattress.
Adam and Charles then went off in advance to put some little things in place, and the three of us stayed and continued our wing project. We went to a couple of houses to look at the wings, and how lovely they turned out. I had designed the perfect little nests for myself, my bedrooms where I would just be by myself watching movies or playing computer games. I had gotten quite a selection of gaming consoles and games, too. I had a few bigger bedrooms, for my husband too. And my medbays, oh my god, those were coming along nicely.
I was pretty good at it too, well good and good, but don't they say practice makes perfect? I had so many new games to be tested at some point and good chairs or lovely beds where you could lounge and play. In Medbay, I always bought the best equipment and so on so that, for example, the software would be renewed and updated decades in advance. As I said, money was no object. And then Mirella told me that she bought us a girl's mansion in California and she's always fixing it up.
We would have so many places where to be and in that girl's mansion, no access to Bran at all. Mirella told us that it was almost fully furnished and she was just making it pretty perfect, too. It would be so fun to see a new house where someone else would have done all the decoration: a woman, not a man, so there would be some softness too.
I was very excited to be at our first opening. Mimi Salvatore's animal clinic, I had gotten there top-notch people. The best equipment and told Charles what I wanted in there. He had made it so and it was done all with my money. No pack's money was used. It would be in the pack's name and I would get my share of profits. There were no donors, no need for them. Even many volunteered to invest in our clinic, but we kept this as the pack's business. Not wanting to mix outsiders in the mix.
We would meet in New York where this hospital was, and I would have to cut the ribbon and go around. Charles said he didn't know where Damon was and if he was even coming to the opening. Damon had made some pretty damn pointed comments to him about our projects, but Charles didn't let it bother him. I was not even thinking where Damon had gone, most likely to fuck other women as he did torture sessions for three weeks and then barely got me back on my feet and escaped.
As I went to the kitchen to make my breakfast, I knew that this would be a lovely day. Animal Hospital. My animal hospital was opening today. It was a big day. Charles had been taking care of my finances and everything else about me for a while now, guaranteeing me my bank accounts so that Damon would never empty them, no matter what woman he found.
Damon was also abusive and manipulative towards me, but when he repented and cared for me from start to finish, which is difficult because I am the worst patient on earth, I gave up. He had told me himself that it's just his way of hurting, but then he always heals and Damon is a vampire first and a wolf second and he's fucking old and he's got instincts and stuff. I had hoped, or believed, that there had been a different evil twin inside him, but then again, after a few revelations, I was not so sure about that at all.
I didn't know if Damon would even come to the opening. He thought these minor projects of mine and Charles were amusing and childish, as if we always had a new toy to play with when I was planning something. I had not defended to him our projects. I was not sure why he had such an attitude toward them, nor did I care for it.
I had a dark red velvet pantsuit as my dress code, and Charles Adam and I had already hired the staff and planned the decor, so I didn't see anything surprising. Mirella was separated from me, but Mimosa was resting inside me, probably getting ready for another heat at some point.
Mimosa needed some time in my mind still but it was getting longer and longer when she needed to be in my mind, we were separating and as much as I wanted her to have her own life it was almost scary though for me to have lived in my own, without Mimosa as a backup in my mind.
Mirella and I had been planning wings for the houses. They were already being built at a fast pace because I needed my space where Mimosa's heat smell would not come from, and on the contrary, if I did, she or Mirella would not smell it because, for some reason, we smelled each other's heat as very bad smells. It was a girl problem for us and besides, the wings would be a girl's space, and men would only be taken there very rarely.
We had talked about this and agreed that if someone wanted to have a dick and it wasn't time for heat, then they would go and have it in the general area. Most of these houses were houses that didn't even have a master bedroom, and Damon and I hadn't even been in too many of them together.
These were Adam's houses originally, and he had been very on board with this entire wing project. As it increased, the value of the house too. There were quite magnificent bedrooms where you could fuck without any trouble, and then there were many houses where you wouldn't even get a wing.
Charles and I drove our cars because Charles had to go straight to Washington DC to help his dad with his marrok job. After all, he heard there was going to be trouble again. I was going from New York to New Hampshire to visit the houses in the coastal states. Mirella would fly straight across to the other side of America. She'd take Nevada, Montana, and all the rest from there. We would have a lot of wing projects to focus on after this opening.
I was blonde for a change. Damon always wanted red hair, but as he sees that I'm an extension of the Lord sometimes at parties and weddings, I wasn't even sure about the whole Salvatore thing and now wanted blonde, which I pinned in an intricate bun. I put on my makeup and my lovely vintage Oscar de la Renta heels. Now, I was a representative woman, not a flea. That intrepid underground guerrilla movement mystery leader who makes it from fight club to fight club and can't be killed.
No, I was trying to be sophisticated, feminine, businesslike. I was trying to be Mimi, Mimi Cornick? I was married to Charles and Adam, but my last name was always Salvatore first. But sometimes I was so damn bored I could have changed it right then and there. Just because maybe I didn't want to be the first Salvatore, when he was living with other women, killing them occasionally but first having good and stable relationships with them for years before he got fed up with them.
When this thought crossed my mind, oh I wanted to be Mimi Cornick for a change, put that Salvatore in the queue in my last names. I don't know why I didn't. I guess I'm lazy. All our good times prevented this little change, but I was too lazy to change because my life was Salvatore.
It was in every paper and contract, and every place, and to start changing all of them was not so simple. I'd had a couple of sessions with Damon again, one in a medical facility and another in the gym and basement, and then he'd put me about right and run away and hadn't kept in touch since...
Damon had hooked up with me again after I'd gone with Adam and Charles. I didn't really have anything against my flanks during that ceremony. He was very upset about the whole divorce and showed me a recording of him torturing his wife to death in one shed, not as Damien, but as Damon, because I recognized the way he worked.
I drove to the party venue and started preparing for the festivities to come. Charles had already arrived, and so had Adam. I was pretty damn surprised to see Damon here, too. He was wearing brown tight leather pants and a white silk shirt with the sleeves rolled up half carelessly. He was holding what appeared to be a dark brown or black leather jacket on his arm.
It was undeniably a suitable outfit, and the air was warm. As I watched my husband walk in those leather trousers, the temperature began to rise a little for me. Charles was wearing white leather trousers and a pink satin shirt. I didn't know who to admire the most. Charles had also rolled his sleeve, showing off his muscular arms.
And then Adam came from somewhere inside. A sky blue satin shirt that showed exactly how muscular and panther-like Adam was. He wore black leather pants, adding to the sense of danger and excitement that Adam normally exudes. I had little trouble focusing on being all businesslike, as I had some pretty wild fantasies in my mind.
Oh, what a lovely day to be admiring those three, I thought. I got out of my car and took my purse with me. As if by magic, all three turned to look at me. I began to walk slowly toward the men.
"Hello, baby, blonde or what? Good to see you again." Damon came up to me and touched my cheek and my hair.
I lightly pressed my cheek against his fingers. It was such a familiar gesture, that touch on the cheek, that my reaction to it was almost instinctive. He gave a husky, dangerous laugh and then turned to see who Mirella was talking to. He started walking like a panther towards Mirella. Mirella had come here with Charles and she was talking to one of the press representatives that there was plenty.
Charles came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me. I could feel a hot, powerful body behind me. He pulled me against him, so I leaned against him, and his hands wandered to my lower back and from there to my hips. I spread my legs a little. I was with Charles and Adam in a, well, let's just say, lewd manner. We had been going to parties and clubs, just the three of us, for some time now, and I had learned the gesture they had taught me. It usually led to other things, and there wasn't time for that now. My body didn't get the memo, though, as it carefully moistened and lubricated my whole cunt.
Luckily, I had decent underpants. Adam came at too, and his eyes sparkled dangerously. Adam kissed me passionately, and then they both apologized when they had to go again to look at some detail. I wandered over and watched my phone, so I had 20 minutes before the opening.
Damon wrapped his arms around me and kissed my neck. " Come on, baby, we have time. Come on, Mirella is waiting. You know how it is a turn-on for Adam and Charles when you two get down to business. Adam and Charles have told me, and now I want to see it for myself."
I thought fine. I can demonstrate this, but maybe we have time to quickie after it, and then maybe if a husband of mine would get all rowdy, no wing project would go forward as we would end up in some bedroom.
I would have preferred private treatments, but oh well, let's go. I followed Damon to one of the maintenance buildings, and he opened the door and ushered me in. He put the door behind me with an audible click of the lock. I looked around in irritation. What the fuck kind of game is this? One of those premonitions flashed in my mind and dread took over my soul. Again, something we did not see or prevented?