Damon let out a weary sigh. The weight of complexity always seemed to follow him. The air was heavy with the stench of infection and poison emanating from the wound. It had been a struggle to sedate her, his concoction of drugs barely enough to suppress her resistance. Gone were the simpler times when she didn't fight him at every turn. This was the consequence of his shed sessions, his responsibility to bear. Doubt lingered. Could he stay by her side as she recovered? Uncertainty gnawed at him, the memory of taking her from the patient's bed haunting his thoughts.
Shaking off the turmoil, Damon slipped back into medical mode, administering another cocktail of anesthetics. The room filled with the pungent scent of a large animal tranquilizer mingling with the faint aroma of black velvet. They embarked on the arduous 18-hour operation, carefully opening the cavity wide and excising damaged tissue. Mimi's organs required replacement, so they removed the compromised ones, hoping for regrowth. She remained under anesthesia, the infection worsening, leaving no room for even a slight movement as her torso was opened up, revealing the extensive work to be done. Rest and healing were paramount.
Thankfully, Damon's blood proved compatible, devoid of any allergic reactions. They filled the cavity with centrifuged bumps, while a steady drip of antibiotics flowed from Damon's assortment of bags. Each bag held velvet strips of varying strength, ensuring Mimi's prolonged slumber for weeks.
Exhaustion washed over Damon, the continuous draining of his lifesaving, healing, and so freaking important dental substance over the past four days taking their toll. He sat beside her, his hand gently brushing against her feverish skin, recognizing the comforting effect of the dental substances in controlling her temperature.
When Damon's teeth had finally settled, no more substances flowed from them, meaning he had given all that could, rest would be up to Mimi, he left, but Samuel, Adam, and Charles took over caring for Mimi during her extended slumber, their presence offering solace in her healing journey.
Damon knew that there was always that lingering doubt in his mind. What if that side of him got the idea of waking Mimi up, letting infection rule and make her worse while enjoying her illness? This was coming out after that damn Sark facility on their honeymoon and it had blown that side of him so freaking out and left him doubting himself fully.
When I woke up, I was fine, no pain, no discomfort. I woke up by myself in one bedroom, and there was a wallet and a phone on the bedside table. What else could you expect? I took a long look at my phone. Fine, three and a half weeks. Again medical leave. I thought to myself ironically that if fleas were my actual job, I would be fired a long time ago because of my frequent sick leaves.
But this was just my life, and things and stuff happened on missions. One can never know what will happen. I sat up and took a shower. Hot water cascaded over my body, waking me up and thankfully I was not in so bad shape right now that Magnum would be needed.
After washing myself long and hard, getting the rest of the drugs out of my mind, I took a big fluffy sky blue towel and wrapped it around my body while taking pastel pink where I wrapped my hair. That was very drying microfiber and my long red hair would be sufficiently dry when I got on dressing myself. When I came out of the shower, two men were sitting on my bed, looking at me hotly.
Luckily, I was wearing a towel. I wasn't in great shape yet, but not too bad, somewhere in between. Well, this was a little surprising, but not bad at all. Charles had a black tee shirt, and light blue jeans, and Adam had a light orange tee shirt, almost peach colors, and black jeans. Both of them were like living candies for me to enjoy. I did remember our little game before the Christmas party. That was fun and I could do it again too. Get some nourishment while dominating my husbands.
Charles spoke softly. His voice was like molten chocolate. It was warm, rich, dark, and still quite damn seductive as well." Good morning. Will you come to breakfast? We can wait while you get dressed."
I looked at my husband, kept my expression all innocent, and said, "Can you both wait? Are you going to bear to see me naked, or will we even get to eat?"
Adam did not reply to anything, but he acted. It was time to show me my place; I see. Dominance was changing direction and this time I would be dominated, not to be the one who gets to decide, and that worked on me just fine. My pussy was quite wet with the mere thought of what I will have to endure at the hands of these two.
Adam stood up and walked behind me, and sniffed my neck. First, he removed the towel from my hair, letting my damn hair cascade onto my back. Next, He reached over, in front side of me, opened my towel, and took it off. His grip was so freaking dominant, his aura surrounded me, making me stay still and behave.
He said with velvety danger, "We won't ask the little bitch questions. The little bitch is going to get a good kick out of this. It's our turn to teach the little bitch again. We are now in control. Not you."
He had taken my hair in his grip, now pulling it, my head tilting slightly backward. Then Adam took his left hand. He had his vampire claws out, and that was rare, and he stroked my neck with them.
Charles, too, had stood up and started stroking and touching me all over. he had his vampire side on too, so I was now a good girl and obeyed my vampire masters who wanted something from me. My legs were nice and spread as he touched my hips. I felt Adam undressing behind me and watched as Charles undressed, too.
I could already feel Adam's hard, hot, firm, muscular body behind me. I felt a huge glans begin to penetrate me, spreading my pussy lips mercilessly. Charles took control of my hands, and we began to kiss as Adam sank inside me with one hard, merciless thrust. Charles held me against him as Adam fucked me hard from behind with a hard and brutal thrust. He gripped me. I could feel his enormous cock against my belly as he pressed my body to him, feeling the power behind Adam's thrusts and smelling my passion, and hearing Adam's grunts as well as my moans of pleasure.
I bit Charles on the shoulder as I came so hard, and Adam felt no mercy as he fucked me through my orgasm. Adam's hard, thick cock sank deep into the depths of my pussy at a relentlessly hard and furious pace. Charles kept my legs spread so Adam could fuck me and take me as hard as he wanted. Orgasm was building again, and I bit my teeth again into Charles' shoulder as I came.
Charles squeezed and rubbed my breasts, kissing me roughly and possessively, clearly waiting his turn. As I exploded for the third time, I felt Adam's hot, thick, lovely cream flowing inside me and how he rubbed it everywhere.
When the flood ended, he withdrew from inside me, and Charles pushed in just as mercilessly and started fucking hard with a rough standing position too. Adam was insatiable, and I felt him penetrating my ass at the same time. The men fucked me standing up and owned me.
The two cocks moved as the lust pistons inside me got closer and closer to the peak that I felt growing from thrust to thrust. This was not making love on the beach, but I had two extremely horny males inside me. I was taken and possessed. They both bit me full of possession marks, and pear and apple smelled with as my strawberry smelled too in the air.
We ended up in bed, and the same thing went on and on. We were in threesomes several times, and I was constantly getting stuffed in both my holes and hard. We had no limits, no tiredness, nothing more than the raw need of this passionate sex and lust that had overtaken us so fully. Eventually, I lay on Charles' perfect mattress and enjoyed myself.
Adam said, " A pretty fucking wild month, I have to say, Mimi. You really are a sex beast."
Charles stroked me. He kept me on top of him, not letting me go to Adam. I was full of bite marks, but so were the boys too. I had tagged them quite well and those marks would stay on them for quite a long time.
I laughed. I was so completely satisfied, so limp and happy. That feeling was fucking good to fall asleep to.
I woke up in bed by myself, the entire room still smelling of our month's holiday. At some point, the phone and wallet had gone into the bedside table drawer. I showered again, and now there was no reception committee. When I entered the kitchen, there was nothing there except a note.
" The gigs called honey. I guess Adam's velvet is effective, but let me know when you wake up, and that month can be taken over again any time. Love Charles and Adam,"
Really, velveted again, and I didn't even feel like velveted so much, but I went to eat, and then I thought I might as well start cooking. But work comes first and my responsibility to fleas took over. It was time for another hard trip to Lake Lanier and visiting those who were left to mourn.
I knew that by now they had been pronounced dead, those whom I had to bury into rubble, and it did not make this anymore easier. Sometimes these relatives wanted to know what happened to the remains and they might be relentless in getting them, meaning they would exhaust themselves to get that rubble cleared so the remains could be found. Unfortunately, they very rarely succeeded. Most time they just had to face the fact that those remains would not be discovered, not in quite a while.
First, I went to Lake Lanier and stayed on that trip for another three weeks while I went through all the relatives of those who were left behind. Then I kept calling for another week to inform the relatives of those who had been tortured. I did not say that I or Adam had terminated them, but I did say that they had died quickly, cleanly, and painlessly. Those phone calls were not nice to make, and I visited a few relatives that I knew, as I did not have time to take their old what-if files from our archives and see what they wrote. I kept those files from every member, even those who left, and I truly hated when those files were needed.
After my long and hard trip and my phone marathon, it was time to do something nice, not work right away at least. Then I decided to go and concentrate on the food. I had finished cooking for the day when Mimosa and Mirella came in, and both came to rest my mind for a moment. I continued cooking for a week, and then I caught a plane, and we flew to California to our girls' mansion. We had our own plane. Reddington had given it to me actually, and I had not said anything to men nor I would because of Bran's tendency to try to rob for himself everything. Not my plane, not in a long shot.
Mirella then came out there and showed me everything she had gotten, and here was a great medbay, the last of it, and there were medicines for me too, and I got the key to the medicine cabinet so that if I ever need it, I will have the medicines at my disposal. There were detailed dosages, and I recognized them as Damon's handwriting. Sly Mirella had copied Damon's instructions to the other doctors.
I then started to put things in order here, too, and Mimosa came out of my head a week later. I had ordered a lot of fish and plants, and some tanks were already almost ready for the fish. I had made themed aquariums like Pokemon, Disney, and Avengers too. A lot of safe materials for fish and others that they might put into those aquariums, as I knew that Mimosa like quirky with decorating an aquarium. She did not seek naturalism but fun and colors and I gave them to her. When we got the fish ordered, and they started to arrive, Mirella and I had a full-day job to put the fish in as Mimosa directed us.
Samuel called while I was putting the fish in and said that all the radioactivity and such had somehow hidden or destroyed the cat genes, so there would be no fear of the heat. Somehow, I was even a little sad about it because I thought it was a kind of cool to be a feline, too, but Samuel assured me that those genes might come back with time, and there wouldn't be any problem with it anymore.
Well, at least I wouldn't have to worry about cat heat. My wolf was very particular about how the fish should be put in. We went to the spa almost every night and passionately pursued each other. We also sang karaoke, danced, jumped, and had fun.
I got pretty skilled at making either of these two moan for pleasure and then I took them one night as my prisoners too and showed to them that I could tease women too. And very hotly too. They did not do that to me. It was not their thing, but they could be my little bitches anytime if I wanted.
Then came the order from Bran to return to Delaware. We had been there for 9 weeks. Fine, we got on the plane again and flew there. Salvatore was there too, but in a mode where I didn't want to have anything to do with it because I could smell a wet dog a long way away.
We smelled each other; we had fun, and we joked around quite a lot. Salvatore could smell it from a mile away and see that I was enjoying my life, not being his victim or not even in the mood to make any kind of PR gigs or missions.
Bran had problems with the gigs again, and I told him straight out that I was not doing any gigs now. Brian was quiet for a while and didn't say anything more about it, and I could see Damon getting upset. Oh really, it would have been nice to have another brief session with maybe a wife.
I had no idea which of them had manipulated the other because they were so buddy-buddy again and I was not interested at all. As Charles was my pack leader and I was more stronger, Marrok did not have such power over Charles or over me in order for Bran to get his will through and put me in gigs.
Charles came to me, and so did Adam. We kissed passionately and they could smell quite distinctive what this naughty girl had done with other females and it made these two quite dominant moods. So my legs spread a bit as Charles pressed himself to me, touched my hip, and murmured dangerous, dominant promises into my ear about what I would have to go through if he ever found me playing with girls.
I was in a very fired-up mood, and Charles said out loud, then so that Damon heard well, "You know, honey, only a couple of weeks before we get to open our research center. It's in Canada. In Montreal. And it's almost finished, darling. Our hospital is already under construction as well. I will do whatever you want, my love."
Damon walked past us and said, "Oh, how sweet Cornick. I think I should go burn the shit out of it."
Then Salvatore walked into the yard once again and drove off. Echo of slamming the door was fainting away into silence as no one said anything about Damon's comment or maybe it was a threat. I had no idea, and I did not care at all. I had so many wild plans of my own, too.
We then started to put the Delaware house in order, at least for the wing. Although Mirella was quite fierce towards Samuel, I just thought it was good for them. Samuel was rougher in bed than Charles and Mirella could give him a wonderful challenge and it would do both of them just good to let go some steam from time to time.
I concentrated on decorating and putting everything in order. These would make such fucking perfect wings. In this house, we've already got the wing locked up, and it was amusing to watch Adam and Charles walking around the yard and realizing we've got a fenced area, a giant outdoor cage actually. No one could get here and I had so many pretty rooms and perfect nests for me to be.
Charles said to me after three days, "Is the little bitch smug or?"
His voice oozed little danger in my mind and I was pretty damn smug, this was so a perfect nest, perfect wing as it could be as I sat on my luxurious sofa, watching fish swimming peacefully in one of the aquariums, drinking good dry ice cold white wine same time, was the pretty perfect time.
I thought he was pretty complacent. after a week when we had finished pretty much everything in this wing, it was time to show off a bit. We had thought pretty much everything was ready, and we gave the men who were there, Adam and Charles, a tour, and then we chased the crabs out of the wing.
And we were smug. Being in the wing gave us our peace, and no one could come here to order us around or seduce us. If we got lost in the general area, there was an army of seduction going on, and I was a naughty girl, and I put Mimosa or Mirella in there, and they got a ride. Those boys were kind of horny.
I had the perfect nest. A lovely big enough but not overly huge bedroom with a spacious bed. It was all kingsize and had a waterbed. Lovely pink frilly curtains. Thick pink carpets. The bed had a pink satin duvet cover and pink silk sheets. The pillows were pink. The entire room was as pink, fuchsia pink, as pink could be. It was solely my room. No one else's.
I had a TV set embedded in the wall, and connected to it were the latest game consoles, and one cabinet was full of different games. I had an extensive collection of movies and series. There were books too. From anatomy and surgery textbooks to raunchy sex books, I had never really wondered if it was exactly as the books described. There were quite a few scenes about self-care, and it was undeniably inspiring. I had a wonderful collection of aids in case I needed them, and this room was as perfectly mine as could be.
Charles said the opening ceremony is in a week, but we're going there tomorrow for the tour. He wasn't sure if he could make the opening because my wolf decided to start smelling of heat again. I don't know how many days a year that wolf is in heat or not in heat, but I couldn't help it. It would be what it would be. According to Samuel, Mimosa is learning to be detached from me, so she is eager to heat up. Or then she is just so damn horny wolf and she had quite a ride in the public side of the house and she is very sensitive to that kind of stimulation, too.
I knew that my heat hasn't been the same since Bran's gang rape, and I don't really know when I'd even been naturally aroused without a freaking Salvatore fucking me in a machine or someone sticking arousing substances in me. My body was weird as it was and all of this abuse and forced heat had not done anything good to me. Not at all.
We went to see the facility, and it was gorgeous. They had all kinds of equipment, and we spent the whole day there while we were researching. Me and Mimosa and Adam and Charles. Mirella stayed in Delaware, and that was her decision. We would have a short opening ceremony, and then the invited guests would get to tour the facility, and then a party at the Montreal mansion would go on into the evening.
I told Charles that I'd probably go on the sniper or killing rounds then if Mimosa gets in the heat after the opening, and I don't even know what I'm going to do yet.
Charles nodded and said " Yes honey, we'll get together one day, without any heats, gigs, or distractions. Then it will be perfect. "
I whispered into his ear, "Oh, you want a private month, just two of us, right?"
He looked at me hotly, but there was so much going on that our little planning did not go anywhere.
I enjoyed my husband's closeness, but we didn't have the time or the opportunity to enjoy each other in our institution.
Then, when we arrived back in Delaware, Mimo's heat began to be inevitable. So I lived in the wing while the men began to deal with the heat. Samuel was back, too, and Mirella spent a lot of time with him and wasn't really in the wing, but I didn't mind. I had an enormous kitchen and had ordered a huge amount of produce from local farms and had got most of it, so these couple of days would be spent cooking. I didn't even know if Bran or Samuel were coming for the opening. I didn't mind representing alone. I certainly didn't.