Chapitre 195: 35. Help Me Dr.Dick.
After a passionate few days in their bedroom, Mariella couldn't help but feel overjoyed in their new one. Damon had proven to be a beast in bed, and she adored lying beside him, observing his peaceful slumber. It was fascinating to witness his dreams unfold through the subtle smile on his kissable lips and the movements of his eyes beneath closed lids. Mariella felt the urge to touch his face, but she decided against it, as there was something enchanting about simply watching him sleep.
However, Mariella couldn't help but cringe when she noticed a trail of drool at the corner of Damon's mouth. His slightly turned head made it even more noticeable. Swiftly, she grabbed a napkin and gently wiped it away. Placing the napkin or pillowcase beneath Damon's cheek, she ensured that any future drool would be absorbed there, sparing her perfect bed.
Reflecting on their long history together, Mariella remembered the countless times Damon had unintentionally drooled on her. She had looked into the past and witnessed him just cleaning her hair with a spell and never telling her about this habit. It disgusted her, but she understood that accepting someone fully meant embracing all their habits, both good and bad. Being a relationship counselor for decades, Mariella knew that this was one of the crucial aspects that could either make or break a couple.
While Mariella loved Damon dearly, she couldn't help but wonder if all the people in this pack drooled as much as he did during sleep. She was not sure if other salvatores drooled as much. Her limited experience with sleeping partners left her uncertain. As she did little sleep with them but fucked with them. According to Mimi, Damon had always been prone to drooling, implying that others might experience it as well. Mariella couldn't help but ponder the wolves' perspective on this matter. Mimi had never told to her did Adam or Charles drooled at all.
Sighing inwardly, Mariella acknowledged that she herself rarely drooled, if at all. In this aspect, she was the complete opposite of Damon. Mimi, on the other hand, was known as the "drool queen," just like Damon. They were in many ways similar, whereas Mariella was often the opposite of Damon but then again, there were aspects in Mimi too that were the opposite of Damon. Drooling had been one thing that had been mutual for them. It became a playful game between them, wiping each other's drool away.
Damon was neat, punctual, and precise, and Mimi was not. Her rooms reflected this with piles of semi-used clothes, beds unmade, curtains pulled over. Her chaotic nature was clear in her office too, with overflowing desks to cluttered counters or other tables. They say opposites attract and it was no wonder that sometimes the charge between Mimi and Damon was like lighting, and then again, hers and Damon's love shone more brightly than the sun.
So much material in their love triangle had been on for over a century. It was always between her, Mimi, and Damon, maybe sometimes Charles, Adam, or other salvatores, but it was sometimes like scenes from some damn romance novel. Who wants whom and who can't get whom? Where is forbidden love, jealousy, drama, and love that is stronger than life itself?
Mariella vividly recalled Mimi sharing stories of how she discarded pillows after being sick, knowing that Damon had slept with them, leaving them damp and attempting to dry them out. The stains and lingering odor prompted her to dispose of those pillows without hesitation.
"Why was that?" Mariella pondered in her mind.
She couldn't understand why Mimi would toss expensive pillows just because of a few drool stains. After a while, she realized it was not just mere drool, but events that had led Damon to drool on those pillows in the first place. Perhaps one reason was the time when Mimi was sick and Damon blamed himself. He didn't believe in Damien's existence and maybe Mimi wanted a fresh start.
But those times that Mimi spoke about seemed so distant now, and Mariella couldn't see Damon in that light anymore. He had become more like number four. She had to admit it. However, even that version wasn't entirely the same, as everything that had happened had changed him.
Damon, being jealous, saw the possibility of that version having Mimi to himself, so he brought out that side of himself even more. This caused Mariella to feel jealous too, as she wanted Damon to belong to her alone. But with ten versions of Damon, she knew she had to get to know each of them and seduce them to ensure they all wanted her more than Mimi. Again, her thoughts were going all in the wrong direction.
As this train of thought started to emerge in Mariella's mind, she groaned and suppressed it. She cursed the alpha power and its inability to work on her. She was getting better at recognizing these thoughts, but it also meant she had to be constantly vigilant to catch them. There was no time for laziness, or else she would misbehave again and make herself look ridiculous in front of the whole pack.
She didn't want to be seen as a jealous cunt who only wanted Damon for herself and wasn't willing to share. No, she wanted to appear strong and capable, like an energy witch with a brain in her head. Not just some jealous bitch who couldn't think about anything other than sex. Even she had been like that in the past and for a long time.
The bed was perfect, and the scent of their sex still hung in the air, surrounding her like a cloud of passion and desire. But she also felt a sticky mess coating the inside of her thighs and her pussy. Yuck. She needed to get up and take a shower. She had lost count of how many times Damon had flooded inside her, leaving her feeling like a mess. She had literally overflowed as her body could not hold that amount of his cream of love. How freaking long they had fucked even? She was not bothering to dig her phone just yet to check the time.
She gazed at Damon in the dimly lit room. It was nighttime, but that wasn't going to stop her from taking a shower and getting clean. However, as she shifted a bit, she realized just how sticky the sheets were. Great, now she wanted to change them, too. She couldn't understand why she suddenly had the urge to clean the bed, but she did. Now, a mere spell for cleansing the bed would not suffice, but she wanted to feel crisp, clean sheets beneath her.
Rising from the bed, she made her way to the bathroom. She decided to start with a shower and figure out what to do next. Adjusting the water to a suitable temperature, she waited for it to warm up before stepping under the wide showerhead. The hot water cascaded over her body like rain, cleansing her to some extent. She spread her legs, hoping running water would start to rinse her thighs and pussy for a start, at least.
She wet her hair and grabbed her shampoo, massaging it into her long red hair. Once again, she was a red-haired witch with long, semi-curly, thick hair that reached almost to her lower back. Damon had usually made Mimi's hair longer than hers, but she wasn't jealous. Lathering and washing this much hair was more than enough to handle.
She didn't notice until a strong, warm male body pressed against her back and Damon whispered in her ear, "Darlin', why didn't you wake me up? I could have given you a bed bath. Did I give you permission to wash yourself?"
Mariella replied, "You were too busy drooling all over, and besides, I'm dirty. No bed bath is enough for me. We've been quite eager in the past few days."
Damon calmly stated, "A whole week, darlin'. We've been shagging for a whole week, so it's no wonder you want to wash yourself. It is better for me to dirty you soon again."
Mariella grunted and focused on rinsing her hair. It seemed like the shampoo just kept coming out, and no amount of rinsing was enough. She was getting frustrated again. Damon took over, his firm hands massaging her scalp and rinsing out the last of the suds from her hair.
He was so close, clearly aroused as his hard, hot cock pressed tightly against Mariella's back. However, she knew it was the normal state of a hybrid, and it didn't necessarily mean he was going to ravish her. Taking a step away, Mariella wanted to wash herself and move on with their lives, not end up in bed for another week. She spread her legs a little bit more, feeling the sticky mess being slowly washed away.
Damon gently wrapped his hand around Mariella's waist, pulling her close. He leaned in, whispering in her ear, "What's the matter, darlin'? Don't you want to continue?" His voice took on a more dangerous tone.
Mariella replied, "Nope, I don't want to continue. I have a life. I have my knitting project and I might want to make some food or talk with the girls. I don't want to be under you, legs spread."
Damon grunted, keeping his arm firmly around her, not letting her go anywhere.
His chilling whisper failed to instill fear in Mariella's mind. "What if that's what I want? You beneath me, legs spread like a good bitch, just lying there taking every inch of my big, fat, veiny cock?"
Mariella snapped back, "No need to try and sound like a badly written porn book, Damon. I don't need sex. My desires are diverse, and as you often say, it's time for you to grow up and do something else besides fuck all day long."
Damon continued to whisper, his claws slightly digging into Mariella's belly, puncturing her skin. "Say that again, darlin', and you better mean it."
Mariella took a deep breath, her green eyes flashing with irritation. "I said no, Damon. We've been having sex for a week now. Get a grip and stop using me as a fuck doll or a distraction because of Mimi's situation."
Damon's claws dug deeper, causing Mariella to grunt.
He responded, "This has nothing to do with Mimi. I am your husband, and I have the right to this body. If I say we will continue, we will continue. Do I make myself clear?"
Mariella gripped Damon's wrist, forcefully removing his claws from her skin. She was getting more and more irritated because of this infuriating specimen of a male behind her.
She turned around and said, "No, you're not approaching this in the right way. This won't help anyone. Face the facts and stop seeing Mimi as some kind of perfect being. She is just as flawed as you and me."
Damon looked at her, his ice-blue eyes cold as ice. His mouth tightened into a thin line as he took a few steps back.
He said, "Very well, I can see that you're still consumed by jealousy over Mimi. You think that if you don't give in, I will beg or seduce you. Well, guess what, Mariella? There are other females in this pack. Stop making this about Mimi. You simply can't stand her. I have no idea why, but damn, she has been a much better partner for me than you. You are my wife, beneath me, easy to use, easy to command, like a tame sheep. You are nothing compared to a force of nature like Mimi. She is still someone I have never managed to tame."
With that, he walked away, not giving Mariella a chance to retort.
Mariella continued to wash herself, deep in thought about what Damon had said. The sad truth was that she felt tame and easy compared to someone like Mimi. No one could be compared to Mimi's perfection, and that fueled her jealousy. As flawed as Mimi was, she was still someone Damon yearned to have. Mariella had always been the wedge between them, causing tragic outcomes that broke them up multiple times. She couldn't help but wonder if she would do the same in the future.
Finally finished washing herself, Mariella turned off the shower and reached for her bathrobe. Once again, she felt easy, as the peach-colored bathrobe fit perfectly over her flawless body. There was no need for Damon to have what was rightfully hers. She realized how fun it had been to see that playful side of Damon emerge, and how it had ignited something in Mimi.
But now, she wondered if there would be more of this banter, this little game they played to have what belonged to Mimi. Or was she just a lost cause, because whatever was affecting her, Mariella had a feeling something bad was going to happen? She didn't want to know the specifics, she just felt a storm gathering on the horizon, a tornado that would tear them apart once again. She was powerless to stop it. It felt cruel that they had found something they thought was lost, only for it to be taken away again, perhaps forever. And there was nothing anyone could do.
Mariella suddenly felt a wave of depression wash over her. It was as if everything inside her had drained away, leaving her tired and devoid of the spark to defy Damon. She selected her clothes with little enthusiasm, realizing that her plans for the day no longer felt important. She would have to face the dull everyday life with no drama or excitement.
Leaving her hair down, she decided it was time to go to the kitchen and get something to eat. She wasn't sure what time it was, or if it was even early enough for someone to be in the kitchen. But she didn't want to face an empty kitchen, cold floors, and her empty heart alone. She hoped that warm food would reignite something inside her.
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