Chapitre 440: 39. Born To Make You Happy.
I woke up in Chicago, the city's skyline stretching out in the distance before me, and let out a weary sigh. The air carried a hint of urban hustle and bustle, mingling with the faint scent of morning dew.
Cruises seemed to be cursed for me, and I couldn't help but recall the exhaustion that had consumed me during the last one. It felt like I was on the verge of passing out, but Damon's soothing voice urged me to persevere through the pain. My skin had been tender and sore, likely from an infection that had plagued me.
Now, in the comfort of my downstairs bedroom, I was relieved to finally be at ease, free from the bullying of Magnum. I wanted to take it easy now, no need for the physiotherapist to come and whip me up to shape. The memory of Bran betraying me by selling me to Sark lingered in my mind, and I couldn't help but view him as more of an enemy than a friend. Uncertainty loomed over the future of our pack, as long as Bran continued to cause trouble.
But for now, I wanted to focus on enjoying the wonderful moments of my life. Grabbing my phone, I checked my email and the date, realizing that at least a couple of months had passed since the ill-fated cruise. This was my life. No cruises for me. Always something happens in cruises where I am going.
Taking a refreshing shower, I dressed myself, allowing my long red hair to cascade freely down my back, not bothering to brush it thoroughly, just gently drying it. The temperature was comfortable enough, so I decided to grab a bite to eat. I was not hypothermic, and I dressed in a stretchy cotton dress, reaching below my knees.
As I made my way to the kitchen, slipping on my cozy fluffy slippers, the familiar sound of sizzling and clinking utensils greeted me. Adam, dressed in faded light-blue jeans and a soft yellow tee shirt, stood before the stove, his skilled hands expertly maneuvering the ingredients. That combo really suited him and looked very good on him. But considering how extremely handsome he was, there was little that would not look good on that one. It was fun to admire, though.
His hair, slightly longer now, curled elegantly at the nape of his neck, tempting me to run my fingers through its thick strands. I settled down at the table, observing his culinary finesse with admiration. He was still unaware of my presence.
His movements were sure and controlled, yet he was at ease and relaxed as he cooked. It seemed that he really enjoyed it. He had something in the oven and I could smell some sort of meat thing in there. Onto the stove, there were two saucepans and one frying pan. He was in a little octopus mood, too.
I had been to so many places now, PR gigs, that I could appreciate someone else doing the cooking, and I could also admire it. That little crease that was between Adam's eyebrows as he watched the sauce or the way he almost grunted at the food himself. He stirred it lightly, then hummed something, a country song, I guess as he continued to his cooking. He was happy and contented. Good for him. I was not so sure what I was after. What I would want to do even.
I had come quietly into the kitchen, and Adam had been so focused that I could enjoy for a while before a brief flicker of his nostrils told me he had just caught a whiff of me and was now looking my way and smiling. He put the plates down, and apparently, the show was over. He turned the stove off and put pans in their places so they would not be in heat and don't overcook. He took a huge roast from the oven too, and put foil on top of it, to let it settle a bit.
He said, "Good morning, you're awake. Are you hungry? You've now had the new implant fitted, so you might get some sensations at some point. Damon and Colin operated on you after they got all the beryllium bound, or actually, Colin put the implant as Damon had gotten it ready. He had already gone. He had a month of his teeth in your neck so he did well. You were almost shutting down by that beryllium and that girl and her father, well Damon made examples out of them. Colin said he'd visit you here one day when you're awake to show you what the pulse feels like so you can prepare yourself."
I said, "Fine, I don't know if I'm hungry, but I can always eat. It doesn't matter. You look good, but what are your thoughts about Bran?"
Adam started setting the table and said, "I haven't been around Bran much since the fucking cruise, and I don't care. He hasn't got the marrok negotiations right yet. I mean, he actually had the nerve to sell you to your drug company's guinea pig. Unbelievable. "
I nodded and said, "I am starting to see Bran as more of the enemy as a friend than what it comes to me. He has done nothing but bad things to me, time after time, and I am not sure how long I can stand to look at him even. "
Adam smiled tightly and said, "Well, Bran is the ancient crazy creature and he is not normal so he does these stupid things, but he is still marrok and he can influence you too. Of course, you have a right to your feelings about what comes to Bran's antics, but beware, he is not good to have as an enemy. It is better to keep even cool relations to him than openly hostile."
I nodded and said, "Well, I am not talking to him or doing anything for him. So I am keeping my distance, too."
Mimosa and Mirella walked into the kitchen, and Mimosa had her dining table, a cup on a rack which Adam filled to the brim with a variety of meats. Mimosa was in good shape, coat shiny, muscles strong, and my wolf was a very impressive sight indeed. Mirella was sitting at the other end of the table, sipping her bag of blood.
Mirella looked at me and said, "Bran is not all bad. He has his blips, but he has a heart in place even if it beats for werewolves. I mean, I am the same as Adam. Bran is way better a dear friend than the mortal enemy and he wants just to be part of your heat. To give you pleasure."
I was silent, quite perplexed too. But fine, Bran obviously enamored Mirella in some way and I am not going to talk about this anymore. To get raped by wolves is not in my books anything that gives me pleasure, and Mirella had somehow forgotten it. I wondered if she and Bran had gotten closer during this month while I was out cold.
Not my business. Not at all. Now it was clear that Mirella was getting free of me too and one day she would have a second chance, her own body, to live again as a vampire. I was not so sure that she would take it all too seriously.
Adam carried some food in front of Mirella, and she emptied her bag and went to eat. It was only then that Adam started to put food in front of me, an unbelievable amount, but I knew I probably wouldn't have a problem eating it all. The food was phenomenally tasty, and I enjoyed it as I gulped it down. Of course, there was a lot of coffee and Coca-Cola was also put to me to be consumed, so I was a good girl and ate a lot. Because that is a way to get in shape.
I ate and ate. Mirella ate hers and then went off somewhere, apparently to a medbay. I'd finally eaten enough to get used to it, and I thought a sauna was probably in order.
Adam said, "I've already warmed up the sauna, so it should be ready soon. Go on. I don't know if I'll be able to come yet. Enough crises to deal with. Bran has been lazy again, and that cruise did nothing to calm certain wolves. "
I nodded, went upstairs to the bedroom, and felt Damon in my head. He was looking at what I was doing, so I sent my gratitude and love to our bond, and then I started thinking of Bertie Higgins' Casablanca and sent it.
I got his reply, "You're welcome, darling, and thanks for the song, or you're off to the sauna. What are you going to do there?"
I thought of some pretty graphic things I could do myself and then thought that I would take a couple of crawlers in my sauna bag with me. I went to our wardrobe, reached for in top shelf, and pulled a bag from there. I went to sit in bed and took out eight brand-new crawlers. I started to study them, read the package and what it promised. Four crawlers went into my sauna bag. I took them out of their packages and felt them. They were good.
There was a surprise between us and a feeling I didn't think I'd feel, such a genuine longing for me. He did not say anything the whole time, but I could feel him in my mind; he read those packets too, knew what those crawlers promised and one of them had spikes in it. It promised a whole new experience; I was all up for it. I could feel Damon's need to be with me. Maybe it was just the crawlers, I don't know.
I went to the sauna section, and first, I drew myself a bath and went in. I again transmitted through our bond what I was doing to myself as I let my fingers wander and began to develop my peak so slowly and enjoyably. I was now in the mood to get some incredible sensations, so all I needed was myself. I noticed that my G-point was very sensitive, and it reacted very fast once I got my fingers on it.
Damon said in my head, " Good thing, baby, that I am a half-hour drive away from such a naughty wife. Half an hour, baby, "
His voice was excited but a little dominant side too. I continued to my little game, gasping for pleasure, as my peak got closer and closer. He seemed to be agitated. I kept going and didn't let myself come.
After 10 minutes, the voice in my head was now frantically saying, "20 minutes, baby, 20 minutes."
This time, he seemed to be quite a bit more agitated.
I then went to the sauna and continued with my fingers again after 10 minutes. Now the voice was already desperately excited.
" 10 minutes, baby, 10 minutes, then I'll be there."
Oh, how fun to make a husband explode. After 10 minutes, I felt how triumphant he was as he drove into the driveway. And then Adam wanted to talk to him about something. This was just perfect. My pussy was dripping wet. I was so close to getting myself off. My nipples seemed inches long. They were all exposed and hard.
Fine, let's continue. I got on the deck in a really good position and put the crawler on my target. I spread my legs. This was a spiky one and I let it start crawling into the depths of my pussy but kept the power still on low. The spikes caused whole new delicious sensations in my pussy, and this was a magnificent gadget.
I could feel how much Adam had to say, and Damon tried so hard to keep his calm exterior. He was trying not to tell Adam what I was doing and what he intended to do to me. Let's put some more heat on this situation. I sent Damon a vision of what it would look like when the crawler crawled into my pussy.
I increased the power and felt like I was going to cum pretty damn soon, but I let the feeling develop even more. I wanted this to be as big an explosion as possible. Spikes irritated and stung, but that just made hot waves develop even more inside my pelvis and the pit of my belly. Now, I no longer paid any attention to my surroundings, but let the waves of pleasure start to build up inside me.
I came so hard and swiftly that I went all arched up with pleasure. I screamed almost out loud. It was so intense and felt something pushing into my pussy and pulling the crawler out while I was still in the afterglow. He crashed my crawler with his bare fist and threw the pieces of it somewhere. I looked into intense ice-blue eyes that promised so much and were so wild.
He was naked and ready. He came on top of me, and we started kissing really rough and brutal.
He said to me, "I think that naughty little bitch is going to get another one-on-one lesson on the island soon. But I have to admit, it's fucking sexy to watch you come so hard."
He pushed into my wetness incredibly hard and thick, spreading me out and not giving me any time to adjust to this huge intruder. He started fucking me hard, dominantly, and choking me at the same time. He could see how I enjoyed being choked, and I felt my new climax coming again.
His cock felt incredible inside me, and I couldn't help but explode helplessly under him, under his control, as he took me, and he continued to fuck me as hard and as forcefully as he chose. This was not making love on the beach. The alpha male took and controlled his female completely, and I let it happen. I needed this. Somehow, to be taken, to be dominated, to be won, was a good way for me to let go, to let someone control me, take the lead, and make me a puddle of jelly right about.
Even today, Damon would like to do the same. Although his motivations have changed quite a bit over the years, the idea is the same: he wants to control me, but nowadays, I don't want to be controlled by him anymore. There is too much between us, all the things that shouldn't be in a relationship. And time has done its job, at least for me. I am too strong, too much seen and experienced to let anyone win me fully, but I have my ways of unloading and they are quite a rough ride.
We moved from the sauna to the bedroom, first; we took the shower, and Damon dominated, taking me repeatedly. He washed me, fucked me, kept me under control. I let go again—all of it when we reached our bedroom.
Our bedroom was our domain, and there we were each other, no boundaries, no rules, nothing but wild, uninhibited sex and love. It wasn't just fucking. We had our connection open, as open as it could be, and I felt that, on some level, we were almost living in each other's minds.
Now, Damon wasn't a carer and protector. Now, he was my partner, my husband. He was completely mine where I was his, and maybe then I began to realize that this connection, this is what separates fucking some random girl from this bond between us. Now I was insatiable and demanding. We had been fucking for a month, and I was just going wild. Then Damon took and velveted me, and I didn't understand why.
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