Chapter 521: 40. Hollywood Hills.
Charles and Adam helped and nursed Mimi. The pressure in their stomach began to ease, and Mimi began to feel refreshed. They were passionate and demanding, and passion seemed to find no boundaries. They had been fucking for three weeks. Then they smelled it. Drugs did not really chop fast, but Mimi needed their bump all the time, so she wanted to ensure that this would continue. Their dentals had been mostly helping her with sugars and other deficiencies. For example, Adam had made caffeine concentrate and Charles vitamins and fats for her.
Mimi developed a taste for cat heat and was trying to get the men to help her, still on properly.
Charles said to Adam in his mind, "Missy is trying the cat heat. I'll let Samuel know. I have no idea if it would help, but this Curran told the alpha male to make it clear to the female not to get heated all the time. As you said, the alpha male has to put the female in check somehow. Salvatore doesn't care, and I don't know if he's the cat to make it work. I'm told it's a bit like putting a wildcat in check. She is now trying to ensure we are with her all the time. "
Adam thought for a moment and said, "Fine, talk to Samuel. We can always tie up the hormones and cut out the uterus, but if this keeps coming up when there's no proper contraceptive for the cat side yet. I know Mimi is now very reproductively challenged, but that cat side is a problem. I know there are other shifters out there and, according to Curran, females are always sought for. What if someone smells her and tries to kidnap her, breed her?"
Charles said to his brother, "Samuel, a minor problem. The medicine's starting to break down so damn slowly, but the lady's putting cat heat on it. Do we have to operate again? According to Curran, it should be up to Salvatore to tell her body not to breed just yet. It's not time to get the rush yet. Adam is worried that someone else shifter might smell her while she is on the mission and might try to breed with her. "
After a moment, Damon said to Charles, "Fine. I'm on my way. I will help with those drugs. I'll put the lady in her place on that, but we'll just have to be alone during that time. "
Charles said to Adam, "Damon's on his way. He said that he might be able to help with drugs too. He'll see what he can do." Adam nodded curtly.
Salvatore came over and started kissing, and I watched as Adam and Charles left. He tasted my blood first and drained something in my neck vein. He kissed me again. Damon's tongue was swollen again, and I began to suck it instinctively. That made my pussy light up and I knew that this was my alpha male and I needed to take him as my own.
I released some pheromones, and Damon looked at me for a moment and whispered. " Not yet, darling, one day. Someday will be the time, but for now, we are going to have a really hard time ahead of us and for a long time. But darling, try to remember that I love you, no matter what I do now. Don't ever give up on me completely, even though it may feel like it. Because darling, baby, I promise you I love you, always and forever. No matter what."
He penetrated me right away and started fucking. He bit into my neck several times, draining something in there too. He was helping me with those damn drugs; I guess.
And he made me smell his pheromones. He hadn't given me everything he had until now. The cocktail of his pheromones was heady and unbelievable simultaneously. Passionfruit, ruby chocolate, burning matchstick, wild orchids, exotic and untamed, an arctic cold wind that was wild and relentless. And then wild strawberry. He also had strawberry, and I had never smelled it in him before. I enjoyed this wonderful combination and came many times.
Time did not matter, only the two of us. We were now in a different setting. This was not normal heat or normal fucking, but both of us were on our feline sides forward and this was an alpha pair fucking and enjoying their bond.
I didn't even pay attention right away, and he had made me come several times already. I could feel that the drugs had almost chopped off fully. I was not so cold anymore but tired I was. Then I started to feel tiredness creeping in from somewhere, and he again flooded inside me, now rolling me over his chest.
He stroked my back and said, "You go to sleep, baby, it's alright, go to sleep. Just let it work its magic. Good girl. Drugs are gone, it is safe to sleep. "
Then I realized that this lovely, thick broth of passion that he had poured into me on several occasions was some kind of sedative or even an anesthetic. I was too far gone to be able to fight against it properly and he did not let me get to my rage.
Damon said, " Baby, when you are this old as I am, my age gives me the ability to control the consistency of my bump; don't fight it. I have gotten all of those drugs chopped mostly off and my bump will do the rest. It has already paralyzed your hormone production on the cat side until I decide to turn it on. It's also a strong sedative that, yes, you, my baby, will fall asleep soon enough, but for now, you don't need to be operated on. Because even your cat side can reproduce, I have blocked it for a decade, so I can't unblock it myself, but then I may not always remember it. I have hidden what happened here from Volcano, so if I sometimes do you nasty things and try to get your feline side pregnant, it won't work. I can promise you that. Go to sleep knowing that I do love you very much and my soul is singing right now. But I am not strong enough."
I felt myself falling into a deep, restful sleep on top of Damon, with him still flooding into me. I was safe, my soul was singing too, and I did not want to think about sheds or torture but just fall asleep on top of him in his safe embrace.
That promise Damon is still trying to keep to this day. And I know my feelings for Damon, but I also remember and know everything that has come between us over the years, even if he doesn't always acknowledge it. He doesn't want to. My memories, my experiences, my losses, and also times when Damon has crushed me, my heart and my spirit still live on in my mind. I have forgiven him, over and over, but it is a fact that things happened and those changed us.
I will always love Damon; that's not the point, but I don't know if he's looking for that kind of love. I have others, as does he, but he is stubborn, and it tears him in two. I wish I could reassure him that this promise has been kept. He wants to be there for me, but then again; I am not his priority. I am in second place or even less if things get ugly. That was the only time I ever smelled that pheromone combination from him. Still, to this day, there is everything but wild strawberry. Another scent replaced it.
Damon waited until all the sedative was inside Mimi, and he carefully stroked it everywhere as he rolled Mimi off him. He loved her, and he wanted to be with her, but somehow he knew some threshold had been crossed over and it would not be possible for him to have those wonderful times like that year in England.
Something had changed inside him, Volcano was so much stronger and he had been originally planning to have a little stabbing session with Mimi, a little teaching session after that two weeks in the cage, but not now. He sighed and felt his control begin to crumble again menacingly, and the evil volcano began to roar. He hid what he had done so deep in his head that the evil part of him wouldn't even notice.
Mimi would get the cat heat, but it would not be fertilized. He had also given her other contraceptives and a substance that would mess up the heat if it was forcibly applied because he didn't trust himself. Now he wasn't at all sure if even flanking Mimi or stabbing her would help control him because the evil was becoming so overwhelming that he almost felt helpless and wondered what day would come when he would no longer fight back.
He had thought of that night stabbing, if that would have helped, but somehow again the volcano was taking over, so he had to leave when little snippets of ideas of carrying her sedated into the shed started to flash in his mind. And then what happens to Mimi? Then he left again.
I woke up in bed by myself. I was still completely medicated and felt the damn sedation was still on full blast. It seemed to keep my enthusiasm for unloading the drugs down, and I cursed in my mind.
Charles came into the room and said, " Damon already left, but he paused your kitty heat for now. You won't heat unless he says so. You will have normal heat but not feline. But honey, you're still on your meds. Go back to sleep. "
I looked at Charles and said, " I don't want to sleep. Damn Salvatore, a real druggist. Fills me to the brim with tranquilizer dope."
Charles came over to me, took me under his arm, and said, " Our hospital or your hospital is getting ready for the opening; when you freshen up, let's go over it and see when we can have the opening. Now, go to sleep. You need to sleep this off."
He stroked me until I fell asleep in his safe embrace again.
Charles sighed and closed his eyes. He didn't mind sleeping with Mimi in his arms. It was so natural for him to comfort, to secure, to nurture. Mimi was his everything and now, when she was safe and would be fine, he felt so much better. And he hadn't realized, even after all these years, how much he missed doing this. He fell asleep holding her in his arms and slept without dreaming.
When I woke up, I was still in Charles's arms, and he was asleep. He, too, looked young, innocent, and edible sweet. His whole dangerous aura had now sunk in somewhere, and he looked harmless and sweet. I adored his thick black lashes, his mouth that could kiss so demandingly and passionately, tenderly. His perfect skin, and dark eyebrows. I hummed in my mind one song, Aerosmith's. I don't wanna miss a thing. So I changed position slightly and kissed him on the eyes.
And tickled his nose until he woke up. His eyes opened. They were wonderfully sleepy. I said, "Good morning, sleepyhead."
He grunted and pulled a little further away from me. He stretched, and he looked good.
He said, "Good morning, beautiful. Now I'm going to fix you some breakfast, and you, missy, take a shower and come and eat."
Then he left. I admired his gorgeous arse the whole time he walked out of the room. I stretched in bed for a while, then went to the shower, washed, and dressed—breakfast time.
There was a fully set table again, and I went to eat.
Charles said, "After you've eaten, let's start going over those hospital things again, so when we get them sorted, then it would be opening day, honey."
I was excited. I had had a vision of this hospital for a long time—a hybrid hospital for supernaturals and humans.
And it wasn't that this was going to be a hospital for the rich. Those who could pay would pay, but it would be a very important part of helping those who needed help they couldn't get elsewhere, and it was bad enough. I wasn't doing a charitable institution, but we had our limits, and I had told them from the beginning. Charles had then put everything in place.
It took us a couple of weeks of being pretty closely involved in the hospital project, and then Charles said, "Fine, I'll start organizing the opening. It'll probably be in a month. I'll let you know. "
It had been very many decisions to be made, and I had called a lot of my contacts to fine-tune a few things here and there for our hospital. Of course, working with Charles, we had quickies here and there, but that damn phone kept on ringing so they were really quickies that we could have.
After everything was said and done, at least for me, I was free to do anything I wanted to. Adam had been on fleas so I then went to look at the fleas, and I had a trip to Lake Lanier waiting for me because a couple of the gigs had got a bit nasty again, and on top of that they'd found two more institutions with victims who couldn't be helped.
Adam and Magnum had been to those gigs, but I had time on my hands and then went off to dig up names on the now another slab, visit the relatives, and spend some time on the phone talking to the relatives of those who had been brainwashed and tortured. I called Magnum over, compelled him to forget that ever took place as I saw from his face how badly he had taken it. No need for to him burn out.
Then Charles said the opening would be in a week. I should come back, and we would have a private tour before the opening. And he said there would be a lot of people there, the press and a couple of TV stations. He wanted us to get publicity, and I did not see anything bad about that. Bran had not been involved in planning, as this had nothing to do with him.
I was on my way back when Damon called. He berated me for the change. How I'd chosen Adam and Charles, how I wanted to be addicted to their pheromones. How I don't want to be a Salvatore anymore, I guess. I couldn't bear to get on the phone and argue. It would only escalate this, and soon I'd be in some fucking shed, with this one getting pissed off again.
Weathervane struck again, and it got me thinking and for good, too. I knew that Damon could go zero to a hundred faster than thought and he was an easy person to be with, plus this volcano was not a good thing at all.
I really started to think that I'm going to have to be pretty fucking careful about when and how I'm with that one. Maybe Adam and Charles were right. Maybe I should see that my relationship with Damon had gone off the rails again, and now I couldn't even bear to think about whether there was anything to be done about it.
I then went back and spent three days in bed with Adam and Charles. They kind of seduced me right away into that action and then we went on a tour. The hospital was magnificent. All the latest equipment, comfortable patient beds, and extensive diagnostic equipment. Colin had also agreed to work there occasionally, and so had Samuel. I knew we didn't have an emergency room here, so I could hardly get many trauma patients, but I could do neurosurgery.
I didn't think this hospital could become so wonderful, and I met the board and some donors and investors. Even though we didn't need them, they had just come in by force. I was looking forward to the opening when we went to the building. I decided to cook these a few days before the opening. I went to bed every night and slept well all night. Even to myself, now that I was having a happy time again.
Cooking was always pretty short when I wasn't cooking in the wing, so I was fair game for my two husbands, and we were fucking fierce every day. This job involved not having sex at night. I knew it was opening night tomorrow when I went to bed after another intense night. I'm sure it'll be one to remember. I did have wild sex dreams all fucking night.
When I woke up in the morning, I sighed, knowing it was the first symptom, that somewhere in between, it would be rutting fucking time again. I was now totally dependent on these two pheromones again and hoped that if I got a heat, these two would take care of it.
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