Damon himself was still wallowing in loathing about the whole bloody French thing. He had killed her. He could still feel the dagger in his hand, see how he put pure coriander extract into it, unable to stop himself. How she convulsed in his arms, the moment of her death, her vacant gaze, that sick pleasure. His energy grid had done its thing and Mimi was more or less fine now.
He knew Mimi had been through a fucking tough European gig, and even though he'd seen Mimi there time and time again, he didn't go to help. He didn't go to save. He just watched and suffered because he had no right to do anything else. She had been in rough shape, thinner each time he had seen her, her rage so freaking powerful that he could almost feel it burning him.
He had killed Mimi and tortured her until she was out of straps. And then the pleasure. He hated himself for it. It felt so wrong, so bad, so twisted. He didn't even know how to deal with it. He didn't know if Mimi would even accept his help. He was broken. This evilness inside him had taken him so badly over that he had never felt this desperation. After all, it had been almost six months since this had been okay. He had no problem with Mimosa. He certainly didn't even want to hurt Mimosa.
Why he had tried to breed with her, tortured her in that castle, their wonderful flank wedding place, and Damon felt that memory was corrupted too. Like their flank wedding would not be anything, and that side of him hated himself so much that it felt like physical pain. He could not purr. He knew that there was no purr inside him and it had been because of his wrongdoing.
He was there to help with Mimosa's heat, which was once again all over the place, and that wolf could be demanding to care for. Mirella tried to push herself to him, but he was not interested in her at all. He had a few times threatened Mirella that he would one day dig her heart out of her chest and enjoy it very much. Mirella had gone and talked to Bran. Bran had just told her that Damon was too traumatized still and it would take time for him to recover and accept himself and that pleasure, too.
Damon felt his love for Mimi still being there, but he was very unsure about her feelings for him. No matter how much he would try to explain, it would do no good. It would be safer for Mimi if he would keep his distance.
But now he didn't know if she loved him or if she could believe in him anymore. He couldn't do it anymore himself. When Mimi had gotten to New Jersey to be cared for by Adam and Charles, he had noticed when she had fallen asleep and gone into her sleep.
He had made it as comfortable as possible and had apologized. Mimi had understood. Some part of Mimi had recognized him. Somehow, the volcano hadn't gotten into the dream. He had told her it was not him who had killed her but a volcano and she had understood it. They'd been chatting about whatever, goofing off, and it had broken Damon's heart to have to erase almost the entire dream.
Because he had noticed how Mimi's feelings for him had grown stronger again, and he didn't trust himself at all. It was too great a risk to expose Mimi to her feelings for him again and make her trust and believe. No, it was better this way. Safer for Mimi to be away from him. Even if it meant that he would lose her, maybe for good, she would not be in the shed, killed repeatedly. Maybe time and distance would help him to keep the volcano under control. If he kind of starves it. Do not give it a chance to torture Mimi.
Adam and Charles came after showering into the kitchen and started to fix my food. Then I went to eat. There was quite a lot of food for me and I was still a little groggy like I had gotten a huge dose of anesthetics but my normal mode drugs were broken off as fast as possible so I could be awake enough but I could still feel it. It was a little weird, but I had concluded that Mirella had drugged me so she could have men.
After we had eaten, the men led me into one of the larger bedrooms, and we started kissing and touching each other, our clothes flying off in an arc as the passion began to take over, and we had no more restraint. They had fun while they tried to ensure that most of my rooms would have been fucked, so we had many rooms to be fucked. They had their own little quirks on this one, too.
It didn't bother me that I was only 28 kilos. I was wild and uninhibited and wanted to fuck these two. I got exactly what I wanted. Bedtime therapy. I started to unload my rage too and Charles was on point as well. Adam was too, nothing was too much for these two and I fucked my rage too. We fucked for four weeks, after which I weighed 42 kilos. They had been very loaded, and they had a lot to give, and all the time. I had gained a staggering amount of weight just from the two nutritious fillings, and this was a much more enjoyable way to get fit than a month, with Magnum screaming and bossing me around.
Mirella had left when Samuel had come to pick this up. Apparently, she was rather disappointed when the men didn't want her. Well, you can't win 'em all. After that month, we started to live our lives, doing everyday stuff, and Charles had a keen interest in my flowers and plants.
He had his ideas as to what to do with my greenrooms and let's just say that we had quite a few arguments over things. He few times pulled the pack leader card when he was certain that he wanted something to be done properly. We spent time together, mostly making food. Well, I was the helper now, peeling potatoes and chopping everything. I could do desserts by myself, though because either of these weren't so much done desserts, but I had two eager students all the time and soon we were doing them together too. When it came to savory foods, Charles seasoned and prepared everything, and Adam did the cooking.
Charles wasn't always so gentle and kind - he had an alpha side, too, which was quite often on the front burner. I learned pretty quickly to obey because he would hang me by the throat on the wall with no mercy if I questioned him too much. He was strong when he did it, and there was no seduction going on.
Story of my life, gathering around powerful men and then having to live with them. Fine, nothing new here. I also did flea work whenever I had time and sometimes made the men cook for me. I had two helpers on flea work too and these two loved to tell Magnum and Rob everything that I was doing and it was just fine.
I had a lot to answer for so to speak because it could be that as soon as I made some discovery but not yet had time to verify it, Adam would text Magnum about this soon my phone rang, and Magnum was asking about my discovery so he could look into it. It was sometimes quite damn annoying. We were together for a month when my wolf decided to get in the heat again.
It must be a year since she last got horny. It was like a European tour that started about 15 months ago. But my wolf likes to have extra long and challenging heat so much that it takes a whole pack to do it. It didn't bother me.
I went to Europe, to Italy, and bought another castle there which I started to fix up. This was therapy at its best. I knew Mirella couldn't get to me because she was always watching Mimosa's rutting lest Damon hurt her. I put a pleasure room for the girls in here too. I had an aquarium room with an aquarium on all sides. Everywhere were rugs for wall hangings, and different animal hides. The castle was big and had lots of stone walls to cover.
I had quite a lot of fleas guys who hunted and they would get me all of these skins and hides to put out. Also, I got a few things from different zoos because I had connections and if animals had to be put to sleep, they usually liked it to be remembered somehow, so I had a real safari feeling here. A lot of horns, too. skulls as well. Of course, I did hunt myself in my wolf form and sometimes my prey were also skinned and their hide tanned for me to use. At some local farms, you could also get an excellent selection of hides and skin as well.
Magnum came to help with this very hanging as he had actually come to talk about a gig at the same time as I was hanging one huge heavy bear hide on the wall. And I couldn't make anything out of him as he kept worrying that I was going to fall. He got 20 fleas to watch while I hung another one, a moose pelt, and soon I had a strange amount of fleas hanging everything on the wall.
I still don't understand to this day what it is about trying to hang either curtains or wall hangings that even Damon will come in the middle of a sex session and hang it in front of me look at me steadily, and then leave without saying a word. I just don't get it. I can't die. Men are weird sometimes.
I then went on to do everything that Magnum said was safe for me, putting in rugs and some of the aquarium work. Magnum had a problem with the devices, filters, and heaters and he took his time to study them, analyze them, and started to argue with me that maybe some other model would be more suitable at that point, I told him quite bluntly that I could handle them, and if he wanted to help, then he would start filling the tanks with water.
Pretty quickly, he left to do other things. I can still do that. Then Magnum and the fleas left, after I had helped him with their minor jobs and planned quite a few jobs in the meantime.
Then I got snatched in one gig with Rob and others. It took a few weeks, and I was the only survivor from that gig. Rob was buried in rubble when fleas went later to blow up that facility. I did not say anything to Magnum, Charles, or Adam, and my trip to Lake Lanier was just awful. Rob had been almost the last of my security, and even Magnum was there. He was a ladies' man; he was not there like Rob and Jake had been. I buried that experience deep in my mind, not saying a word to anyone, not putting in Rob's file in what gig he was lost, so there would not be questions.
I returned to my house and got myself in some sort of shape. I hadn't been alone long before I began to feel the first signs of heat. I was surprised, though, because it had been four months since I'd been concentrating on work again. I was surprised because of that imprisonment had not been easy for me and now I was getting into heat. Only time would tell what kind of heat this would be and would there be another bout of uterine infection on me?