Chapitre 90: 10. Twist And Shout.
Being in the same office with Salvatore all day long when there was no one else here, well, it was quite an experience. I could see the intense focus on his face as he worked on his project, and then, out of nowhere, he would whisper something in my ear that made me blush and completely threw me off balance. The office, well-lit by only the sound of keyboards clicking, felt both intimate and nerve-wracking. He could talk dirty, with his bedroom voice, making the distinct scent of strawberries and champagne waft through the air.
I had always imagined working with seducers like him would be like being in an action-packed novel, but in reality, it was far from easy. While trying to plan my own missions, I had to be extremely cautious. Salvatore, with his telepathic abilities and his knack for reading my pretender skills, made it challenging for me to do anything without his knowledge. And let's not forget my heightened ability to smell pheromones, which meant I had to be careful not to give away my true intentions. He had that ability too, so he could smell my pheromones, and get my intentions from those.
There were a few occasions when I managed to distract him by sending him downstairs to handle a crisis. During those moments, I had the opportunity to focus on planning my missions, always aware that at any moment, a teenage wizard vampire could stroll into my office and observe me with his sharp telepathic abilities. He hadn't confronted me about my secrets yet, but I knew it was only a matter of time before it became inevitable.
So, I decided to take matters into my own hands. I organized my papers, making sure everything was in order. Leaning back in my perfectly comfortable chair, I looked at him. He appeared bored, like any typical teenager.
With a firm voice, I addressed him, acknowledging his anger at my lack of trust. "I understand your fury, and I know you've more than proven yourself. But I have my reasons for not telling you everything, even if they may not seem reasonable. Damon is unaware of this, as is everyone else. One reason why the fleas have been hunted for so long and why certain individuals are protected is because of Project Omega."
I paused, taking a deep breath to steady my hands, which were beginning to shake.
Locking eyes with him, I continued, "Early on, I had a doctor named Hugh. He was aware of my origins, my time on the ship, and the details of Project Omega. While he was still with the fleas, I hadn't found the evidence I needed, but I confided in him a great deal. Eventually, I had to let him go during a mission in Texas. Hugh was there, along with many others. I completed the job, and in the process, I stumbled upon their interrogation notes. It became clear that Project Omega and my origins were their main interests. They were the reasons why we've been targeted and tortured."
My voice, now softer, carried a tinge of emotion as I spoke, the words resonating with genuine concern. "You are ancient, powerful, but you will feel pain. They might come after you, too. That's why I can't share everything. I have no idea how they found out who I've spoken to, but as the pattern emerged, it became obvious. I didn't even consider delving into the entire project until I was knee deep in it. It was much later when I stumbled upon this information and realized I was a target."
Wulfe looked at me, his gaze steady, and said, "I can keep myself safe, no need to worry about me. You're becoming a big softie, my unicorn."
I glanced at Wulfe. Perhaps he was right, but I replied, "But they got to you early on, remember that spell? 'Run and forget.' It was someone who knew about my status as Target Omega. Don't get too cocky and think you're invincible. I don't ever want to lose you, even though you can be a bit like a teenager at times."
He reassured me, "They did get me, but I didn't have you back then. I have you now, and that means everything to me. You won't lose me anytime soon, my unicorn. And those missions you've been secretly working on, bravo. You know how to distract Salvatore. You're a master at that. I must admit, it's been amusing to see you trying to get things done. I know you, you'd want to focus on that one thing only, but now it's not working. And I love seeing you blush every time he teases you. It brings out the woman in you, not just the hardened leader, but a woman in love."
I snorted, trying to maintain my work persona, but it wasn't easy with that damn guy. I had lost track of time, not realizing how long he had been here. Several days, maybe.
Just as I was pondering this, Wulfe dryly remarked, "Two weeks. He's been here for two weeks already."
I looked at him, surprised, and replied, "Oh, that long? Time flies when you're having a good time, or so they say."
My voice dripped with sarcasm.
Wulfe said to me, "You can't use your vampire abilities against me. They won't work. I will taste your true blood, not just devour your hints."
I caught a whiff of a burning bush, a sign that he was bloodhungry. Fine, I was ready for this challenge.
I said to him, "Fine, you need blood. Do you want to taste my perfection? I might give you a few hints along the way."
Wulfe stood up, his anticipation palpable. He warned, "Are you sure? Your tricks won't work on me."
I focused, manipulating my blood, making it perfect. I was essentially bribing him, infusing my vampire power into my blood. Then, I offered a few hints about Project Omega and its significance, or lack thereof, to him. I wanted to keep him safe. I had my blood ready.
I rose from the sofa, feeling the stretch in my muscles as I stood.
Wulfe plopped back down onto the seat and beckoned me to his lap, saying, "Come here, I won't savage you while standing, but you need to entice me to bite you."
I smiled and moved to sit next to him, biting my lower lip, and allowing the metallic scent of my blood to fill my breath. Wulfe took a deep breath, leaned me onto his lap, and sank his fangs into my neck, exerting a force I hadn't seen in him before. I could feel myself growing weaker as he greedily drank my hot, potent blood. My mind became sluggish, my muscles relaxed, and darkness enveloped me. I was so-called 'fading' and fast. He grunted, mauled my neck, ripped it open, and wanted to get every drop that there was. My last thought was that at least he would be safe because of the hints I had given him.
Wulfe devoured his prey quickly, losing his self-restraint as he tasted the scent of her vampire power in her blood. He gulped down every last drop, feeling it trickle down his throat and sensing his prey weakening until her heart stopped. It was topping this whole thing off. So perfect.
He leaned back, his unicorn still in his lap, and breathlessly exclaimed to himself, "Woah, that was something."
The door opened, and Salvatore walked in, observing the scene with clinical detachment. He went to sit at his side of the desk, looking at Mimi's chair, and stood up to replace it with his own. He smirked, satisfied with robbing her of what was hers. He recalled the earlier scene with the bathrobes, envisioning a future where she would be part of the pack.
Damon asked Wulfe, "So, did you get it? Are you immune to her hints or what?"
Wulfe replied, "What hints? What are you... oh, you little minx... wait a minute, I'm being manipulated here."
Damon smiled thinly, realizing that perhaps he wasn't so weak if Missy's hints had affected Wulfe as well. She was undeniably strong, but the time would come when she would share again.
I woke up alone on the sofa, feeling fine. My office was empty. It took me a few minutes to gather myself and get up, and then I walked back to my desk and resumed my work. It was a good time to review the missions at hand. The first one was a large, heavily guarded location with many lives at stake. Electric fences, cameras, demons, dogs, and possibly even mines made it extremely difficult to penetrate. It would require cunning to find an alternative way in, as the crowded yard made the usual approach impractical. Adding to the challenge, there was no nearby forest to hide our cars or provide cover for our snipers. Problems upon problems awaited us.
I took one file open, skimming through the information that our scouts had found. Hmm, an alternative route. We could use the underground channels, running straight into the facility. But first, we should make sure they were useful - no traps, no collapses. Fine, we need little satellites.
Just as I was about to see if a few satellites suitable for this mission were available, the door swung open. I quickly hid my mission, not wanting Salvatore to catch any hint. I glanced back at the offers, now about supplies for armors and such. Magnum didn't want to deal with paperwork. He had told me what he wanted and how much, leaving it up to me to make sure he got them.
I had no idea that anything was amiss as Damon walked behind me. I assumed he was coming to sit, but he stopped behind me. Suddenly, he grabbed my head, his touch sending shivers down my spine. He moved my hair aside and bit straight into my pheromone glands, claiming me as part of his pack, his alpha female. I gasped as sensations flooded my body, emotions overwhelming me. He was pushing his feelings for me mercilessly through the bond.
And then, I felt it - something had changed in the pack. But before I could process what it was, Wulfe stepped in front of me, showing his neck where Damon's bite was visible. Wulfe was now part of the pack, strengthening us more than ever.
Wulfe seemed happy, saying, "By the way, unicorn, I taught Salvatore's minor spell. They'll take your will out of your blood, making your hints noticeable."
Damon turned to me and said, "You can be sure, baby, that I want that ability for myself, too. And now that we have Wulfe, he might have a few tricks up his sleeve."
I couldn't help but feel frustrated - this ability was mine, and I didn't want to share it. Fine, let's tease Salvatore a bit. Let's show him off a little bit of our abilities and skills.
I had rehearsed my avian forms, so I lazily thought and morphed into a huge eagle. Damon's voice filled the room, low and longing, "Now that is something I want, too."
Wulfe focused, I could feel him clearly in my mind as he was part of the pack, he was scanning my mind, much deeper than any Salvatore and he explained, "She uses her willpower and combines it into her shifter core power, enabling any form. She has protected her shifter core power, so you can't get it, not easily at least."
Soon enough, I transformed into a tiny canary, taking flight across the room. I perched and sang; the melody filling the air. It was strange, but I had rehearsed this too - how to be a bird. Very useful to be a bird, fly around nasty facilities, and keep an eye on things.
Damon looked at me, a playful smile on his face.
He said, "You sing prettily, but baby, it is the males who sing, not the girls."
He then morphed into a canary as well, flying next to me and joining in the song. Mariella walked into the room, her presence bringing a sense of calm.
She went to Damon, stroking his feathers, and said, "Pretty bird, you have yourself a mate, I see. Be careful, or else you two will be building a nest soon, and she'll be laying eggs."
I quickly flew back to the floor, transforming back into my human form. No, thank you - no bird sex. Hell no.
I walked over to my desk, the wooden surface cool against my fingertips. As I sat down, I scanned through the various offers displayed on my laptop screen. Opening the file that Magnum had meticulously prepared, I pondered the best course of action. He had put what he needed, and it was my job to get that to him. There was a file about what we had in our warehouses and reserves, so what was running low?
Damon, still in his bird form, sang a tune as he gracefully made his way to Mariella's shoulder before returning to his seat. He, too, transformed into a human form.
With a furrowed brow, he glanced at the offers and exclaimed, "Why doesn't Magnum handle this?!"
I replied, "He's on vacation with Higgins. He deserves a break. I can handle it myself. No need for you to worry."
I was thinking a lot of things about these offers, considering postage haul costs, what we might find in some nasty facilities, and what was necessary to get us right away. What gave the biggest discount? Would it be better to have the biggest discount percent or the biggest discount in money? Choices. I had to make so many of them.
Damon insisted, "Send me the file. I can quickly assess what needs to be done. Your thought process seems too complex. Decisions can be made more efficiently."
I couldn't believe he was lecturing me on how to think. Annoyed, I reluctantly sent him the file, even though I had already made my choices. He skimmed through my selections and added one of the rejected offers to the pile. With his elegant handwriting, he recorded the details of the offer and made a few additional notes.
Not all of our collaborative work was enjoyable; it tested my patience to stay composed with him. He either knew or had no idea how difficult this was for me. But I resolved to persevere. I could handle it, and once we changed somewhere else, so my office would be just mine, my desk would be just mine, then my office would be a place of happiness.
Meanwhile, Wulfe sat on the sofa, his body realigning itself as he processed what had transpired. For the first time in his life, he felt a sense of belonging as part of a pack—a family. After drinking the heavenly blood from his unicorn's veins and regaining control, Salvatore informed him about hidden hints. It took some time for Wulfe to recall the information, realizing that his unicorn had cleverly embedded clues in her blood to try and make him forget about his abilities. After all, he wouldn't resist if he wasn't aware of being manipulated. She was truly strong. Wulfe used his mental powers to search for those hints.
He had then descended the stairs to the main hub, the air thick with anticipation. Restlessness coursed through him, signaling that it was time for him to embark on missions of his own. As he weaved through the bustling tables, Number Two appeared, the scent of her blood lingering in his nostrils. Wulfe couldn't help but feel a surge of pride at the immense strength of his unicorn. However, he knew that she had the power to bring them all down if they succumbed to her subtle manipulations.
Number Two locked eyes with him and spoke, "Do you want to join the pack? Number One has been considering bringing you and Mimi in. I could give you a lengthy speech about the benefits of being part of the pack."
Wulfe nodded, casting a spell in his mind to drown out his unicorn's powers and desires. She whispered in his thoughts, urging him to forget and move on, to seek the thrill of the chase through missions. Meaning the restlessness he had just felt had been one of her little hints. He could now hear her voice in his mind.
Wulfe weighed the idea of joining the pack and took a risk, saying, "Fine, sure, I can be part of it."
Soon, Number One emerged from his office, his gaze filled with newfound hunger. Wulfe felt a discomfort he rarely experienced, his emotions laid bare. Number One pulled him into a locker room, pressing him against the wall. His hot, much stronger body pressed against Wulfe's lanky frame. Damon looked at his eyes with burning desire, more or less. With a sudden lunge, he sank his fangs into Wulfe's neck and shoulder, forging a bond between them and the whole pack.
Wulfe could feel the erotic intensity of the moment, every sensation heightened. Damon's hard, hot aroused body kept him trapped against the wall, while his fangs were deep in his veins, drinking his blood, marking him to be his. Wulfe felt vulnerable but protected, even though he was older than Salvatore, who was now his pack leader, his alpha and he would protect Wulfe too.
After a while, Number One ceased drinking his blood and sensually licked the mark on Wulfe's shoulder, sending shivers down his spine. Damon's voice was a seductive murmur as he welcomed Wulfe to the pack, warning him that their lust would also affect him, but assuring him that there would be willing volunteers when he needed. Wulfe was speechless. Sex had never been important to him. He was not a virgin. He had his women, but still, his body was trapped in his teens. Maybe it had something to do with this or then he was just special. He had never been seduced, like Salvatore was just done.
Damon leaned closer and suggested, "Shall we go? Mimi will awaken soon. I assume you have discovered her hints?"
Wulfe nodded and replied, "Here is the spell. It will separate her will, allowing you to hear her thoughts and the hints she has embedded within them."
Damon took the spell, casting it with precision. Soon enough, he heard Mimi's voice whispering faintly. Time had passed, but he could still hear her. He siphoned her will from his mind, using it to empower himself, a satisfied smirk on his face. Things were unfolding as planned. Soon, he would reclaim Baby back into the pack, and she would witness Wulfe's presence. Damon also considered bringing Magnum along. Once jealous of him, Damon now saw the value of having variety.
He had glimpsed Magnum's thoughts, how he regarded Mimi as the best he had ever had. Well, Mariella would be more than willing to show Magnum what she was capable of. Damon reveled in the countless opportunities before him. He could show Magnum a few tricks, too. He had had him once or twice, but he had not really shown him all of his prowess in bed.
Meanwhile, Wulfe reeled in his mind for all of this. He came back to this moment, his eyes fixed on his unicorn as she worked. Her brows furrowed, revealing subtle tension. She was on the prowl, her attention focused on a feed playing on her laptop. Her eyes gleamed with intensity, her scent subtly changing. The aroma of a burning candle became more pronounced, and there was a sharpness in her strawberry scent. She made sure Salvatore couldn't see her display.
Wulfe stood up, lazily walking behind her to catch a glimpse of the feed. What he saw surprised him. It was a traffic camera recording Angelus, Spike, and Drusilla entering a large building guarded by, well, guards who seemed familiar with them. His unicorn held a personal grudge against this trio, and now she was on the hunt. Salvatore's attention sharpened as he joined her, grumbling to himself. Wulfe could sense Number One speaking in the hive mind, informing all the Salvatores and the other four members of the pack. They were getting ready for the hunt, not just Mimi, but the entire pack.
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