Bab 12: 12. Truly, Madly, Deeply.
The groundhog sauce was delicious, and I was in the middle of cleaning up the squirrels when Charles came back into the kitchen. I had several kinds of them and this place where I had gotten them well; they had very many hunters that were very apt to hunt little game like squirrels or muskrats or whatever. Groundhogs too. I liked to experiment with my food and I had just freshly taken more of my berries into the bowl, so I had eaten them all the time.
He was wearing nothing but jeans, his hair damp and so damn sexy I wasn't at all sure I'd get any more dishes done. He came by, took a spoon, and tasted each of my dishes, grunted but did not say a word, and then he ate my berries too. Looked at me with a challenge in his eyes, whether I was gonna defend my food and order him to stop so he would have reason to show little his dominance to me.
When I told him how we'd had guests, he looked at me and came over to me as I was chopping on another table my meats, wrapped himself around me and we kissed fucking passionately.
He looked deep into my eyes and said, "Honey, you don't have to. I was there too and yes, I could see that Damon meant what he said. You guys don't exist anymore. Don't question it at all. This is all still so fucking new to us and it's an adjustment in every way, but honey. You are mine. We still are. We exist and you know it and you feel it. Don't let Salvatore mess with your head. He's good at that. Now he's got Mariella, and it's wonderful and perfect. But I got you. You belong to me. And you know I'll never hurt you on purpose. I will hurt you only if you need it. How about it, honey? Need some roughing up?"
I said, "Not yet, I am fine. This is a meditation to cook. I guess the power couple changed our rooms so we might need to put our rooms in better shape. "
He smiled. Oh, that smile lit my heart and my pussy, too.
Yes, Charles could talk. I picked up the cleaned squirrels and started to chop them up as he let me go. He came over to me, leaned back against the counter, and watched dangerously, seductively, what I was doing.
He asked me, " What kind of meat is that?" in a velvety silky voice with a blade.
Oh, do we have a problem if the wife has found new meat?
I said, "Squirrel. Several kinds of them. Why do you ask? Try the groundhog sauce."
I was completely innocent. Completely innocent as I continued to chop up the meat. He grunted and said, "Needs a little garlic, otherwise it is good."
Charles came up behind me and I felt his one hand take hold of my throat and the other hand go under my shirt and start to wander there. I had a tee shirt, a loose one and a velvet skirt. I could feel his dominance now more, as he was very close to me.
If I tried to move, the grip on my neck tightened considerably, and he pulled me tighter against him. He took the hint of his vampire claws out. Pressing them into my neck so pain pinched my throat, making me gasp. His left hand rubbed my breasts, twisted and pinched my nipples. I could feel how damn wet I was getting and could smell it. His breath, hot and heavy, was on my hair.
A hand came out from under my shirt and wandered along my stomach, waist, and hips, and so I spread my legs as I had been taught. The hand went under my skirt, and I felt Charles push three strong, relentless fingers deep into my cunt and start to fuck me with his fingers.
He hissed to my ears, pressing still his claws on my neck," How about it, honey, are you sure that you will be a good girl?"
I was quite full while he was still holding his fingers apart enough to spread me out. The grip on my neck gave no mercy, and such control made me quite wild. We had this thing, where he and Adam would literally rough me up. Slicing, stabbing, and fucking, they would win me in the bed, fuck me to bits, and it would help.
We did it from time to time. It unloaded me somehow, but we had not done it since these become energy creatures and wizards, so I was not sure if would it even work. Of course, I had always something to unload, but it was not yet so much needed. And for some reason, being in the same house with Damon and Mariella, it was just not gonna happen yet. I guess I was afraid that they would prevent it, or Mariella would take the men or something.
I was helpless in Charles' grip. Moist sounds were heard as his fingers continued to fuck me. His grip on my neck was higher and the smell of my arousal and also my blood was now more in the air than before. I hadn't even realized we had an audience. Damon and Mariella had returned for some reason.
Mariella had gotten Damon to try again. For that reason, Mimi was doing food. He should taste it and tell the young lady if it is not suitable for her. Also, those berries and fruits belonged to the entire pack, not just Mimi's personal treats. Damon was not sure what on earth was that habit of keeping bowls of fruit and berries, and she had eaten them almost all the time.
As they had stepped into the kitchen, it had been quite a sight. Charles was behind Mimi. The smell of strawberry, champagne, and Mimi's blood floated in the air, Mimi was panting and Charles's one hand was around Mimi's throat, his claws pressing into her neck, and another hand was under her velvet skirt, and Damon could hear wet squishing sounds as Charles fucked Mimi with his fingers. Mimi had her eyes almost closed, and she was nearing her peak. Damon felt a stirring in his pants, too.
I felt my climax approaching and Charles growled in my ear in a fucking sexy way and said, "Let's see what else I have to interrogate you about. How many different kinds of exotic meats do you have in store, honey?"
I gasped, and then I came hard, and Charles tightened his grip as I came. I felt my blood flowing from my neck again, and it just made this even more violent and wonderful. I held the edge of the table and was still shaking in the aftermath of the violent orgasm because the fingers hadn't left my pussy anywhere.
They kept going relentlessly, and soon I came even harder. Then the fingers disappeared inside me, but the grip on my throat did not. I only noticed that Charles was now licking his fingers. My legs didn't really carry me so well, but I tried not to fall onto the floor.
He said in a fucking dangerous voice. "Mimi, they don't sell those meats on any of the regular local farms. Where. Did. You. Got. Them. From?"
He now had one arm wrapped around me and was pulling me tight against him so that I could feel the hard, thick avenger in his pants. He was not in the mood to be disobeyed and even though he wasn't anymore pack leader anymore, well; he was more or less my mate, my alpha too. The guy could be quite inventive in his punishments.
A voice from the doorway said, just as silky and dangerous, "Please, baby, answer the question. Never mind, this has been very interesting, or the groundhog sauce and now the squirrel. Really Mimi. Where did you get the meat?"
Oh, what was that doing here again? Damon stepped into the kitchen, took the spoon, and started to taste everything. Then he took some spices and salt and seasoned my food again. He next put my fruit bowl back into the fridge. Next, he took inventory there too and I could see him lifting fruits and berries higher so I could not reach them so well.
Mariella came closer and said to me, "Even you weren't long as Damon's protector, well, some of it stuck because each of those dishes is more or less perfect for him. So I just teleport them into the downstairs kitchen so Damon will have good food for himself. Way to go, being a loving wife and all."
Oh fuck. That had not been my thought when I had done my food. Damon came out of the fridge, looked at me, and smirked, smugly as Mariella teleported my food away.
He asked me in a satiny soft voice, "Well, baby, I am waiting for your answer, where you have procured these very exotic meats."
I now leaned against Charles. He kept me standing and tightly against him. He was very possessive.
I said, "As I said, one of the local farms, those were in the game section, just keep in touch, and the farmers will always let me know if they have anything I might be interested in. They had excellent hunters to catch these small game and there had been an abundance of them as there were no natural predators due to some industrial accident a few years ago that had collapsed all the birds of prey in that area. "
Charles held me against him and said in a rather dangerous voice, which he used quite damn rarely. "Haven't I clarified that it's me the farmers call, not you? Mimi? No. How many times do we have to go through this same rigmarole? "
I swallowed, because this one was now quite angry with me and said, " This farmer was Penn. I don't know if you remember, one flea and he was always loyal. I gave him your number, too, and I can't help it if the opportunity comes up. Penn wanted to see me and his nephews had gotten all of these. He was about to sell them to some fur farms to be food for the foxes and minks, but I got them. "
Charles grunted and said dangerously, " Oh no, you don't—a flea. I have a feeling we're going to have to meet this Penn guy some time. And tell him straight out who we've got handling the meat."
Damon said calmly, "I remember him. He was one of the wise ones, and he went away before he died. Charles, I'll handle the meat from now on. And Mimi, if you give me his contact info, I can update that list of our suppliers. I would like to chat with Penn sometime. I was a few gigs with him, as you remember."
Oh, that's nice. Now, there are two to claim. This is my life. Charles was completely wrapped up in me, and I couldn't get free to go.
I said to Damon, "I'll give it to you when I get a chance. I'm a bit busy right now. I have his number on my laptop and I can give him a message that you want to keep in contact. "
Charles was hot and hard against my back. I could feel his gorgeous body when it was so tight against me and when he wasn't even wearing a shirt. I was quite ready to skip the cooking and go show a little wilder side of myself in bed. His fingers were still on my neck. My blood smelled in the air, too.
If this one let me be wilder, my wildcat didn't get to be featured. Charles would velvet right up if I brought out my wildcat. Now Charles's velvet is not as heavy as Damon's, doesn't keep me stunned for 24 hours, and doesn't leave a velvety feeling, but yes, it does dampen the mood and put the wildcat down.
I leaned against Charles, and Damon walked closer. He looked at us appraisingly and said to Charles. " Good discipline you're keeping. At least for now, or that just lets you keep herself in check. "
Damon came in front of me, looked me in the eye, and said, " Someday, baby, you'll learn how I keep my little bitches in line. "
Charles pulled me against him tighter. I could feel him tensing up. He growled almost silently as Damon came closer. He didn't want to share. Then he teleported us to one of the main bedrooms on the fourth floor, or officially the third if you didn't count the basement. He dumped me on the bed and started ripping my clothes off. We kissed fervently and passionately. I laughed in my mind as I noticed that our bedding had been changed. I guess it was fucked properly.
I knew we probably weren't getting out of there right away. Charles was soon naked himself, and he was bigger and more muscular than Damon. Taller. He is stronger in a way, but he knows how to control his strength. I didn't want control.
Now, it was time for a little steamy sex and getting off. I felt him spread my legs wide apart on his thighs and start to thrust into me slowly and relentlessly. With slight movements. Ever so slightly. I nibbled and licked his neck until I could get the pheromone off, and then I enjoyed it. He was rough, just on the border, but this was more his need to have me, whole me, and not share me than try to unload me.
This was wonderful. He kept pushing deeper and deeper, and I knew and felt how I was stretching. Relentlessly he was advancing, now nibbling and licking my neck so that my pheromones were opening, too. He loved to play with our pheromones and I had been addicted to them more or less for years now. There was no bad withdrawal if I did not get any, but intense euphoria when I got them. He loved my pheromones, too.
Mariella was silent for a moment after Charles and Mimi had teleported away. Damon teleported most of the fruits to the downstairs kitchen and looked this through. He was thinking of something and clearly trying to hide his disturbance of what had come when Charles had been so possessive of Mimi.
Once upon a time, Damon had been so possessive of her, too. Mariella thought now would be a fucking great opportunity, but would she get Damon in the right frame of mind?
Mariella went and wrapped herself around Damon, putting her hands beneath his tee shirt and scratching his chest with her nails lightly, "Damon, did you think that was hot? I did, and you know what? What do you say we continue what we've started now and go back to being pack members? I know there are enormous beds here that can fit eight. We saw them. But think about it. Mimi and Charles think it's just the two of them, just the two of them, but it's a pack. They have their own bedroom where they probably went. Can't we at least go and see? You don't have to take Mimi or let me stay with Charles, but I want to go and break that little idyll. "
Damon thought for a moment and said, " Why? Just let them be. It is easier that way."
Damon's voice was bitter, a little given up. He was tired of fighting for Mimi.
Mariella said, " Just because you're the pack leader, alpha male, and you didn't see how close it was to Charles once again marking Mimi right in your presence. Besides, I have not yet gotten Charles or, for that matter, Adam to open the pheromones. They keep to themselves. I want to see them unhindered. Free. Let it be with Mimi if they can't do it with me yet."
Damon had one bad habit. It was what Mariella asked for, Damon pretty much always gave.
He said, " Fine, let's go. They're on the third floor."
Mariella smiled and said, " Let's go and see, and if we can't fuck there at the same time, that's fine. At least we get them properly disturbed. "
They teleported to the third floor, and surprise, surprise, there was a locked door again.
Damon clearly heard the sounds of passion behind the door and said, " Are you sure and ready? This is not gonna be anything that you might want to witness, or I want to."
Mariella came over and took Damon's hand, and shoved it up her cunt.
She said, " Try how wet I am. What Charles did to Mimi was already super exciting, the way he controlled and strangled Mimi. Those claws around her neck, how he made her bleed, and she was helpless. From what you've told me, Mimi is not a good little control girl, but Charles did a good job of controlling her."
Damon whispered hoarsely under his breath as he turned suddenly, grabbed Mariella's back against him, and shoved his three fingers into her cunt, strangling her at the same time.
His dangerous voice hissed in her ear, " How do you like that? Are you under control?"
Mariella gasped and just stood still as Damon's fingers made her come three times, and the grip on her neck was neither gentle nor tender. She felt Damon's vampire claws sink into her throat, and the sensation made her even more wild as her blood trickled down her at the same time the fingers fucked relentlessly.
Mariella couldn't help it when she finally came so hard that her legs gave out. She turned and looked at Damon, who was confident and extremely attuned to control. Now would be just the time to go along. Damon focused, the little spark came out of his fingertip as he touched the lock.
Charles pressed himself against me, flattening me against him and eventually sinking into me, biting me hard and then licking the possession marks that he had bitten into me. He looked at me with eyes black with lust, and we kissed passionately. He owned me; I was bitten by him. I was completely helpless under Charles as he thrust into me big and hard, wild and free.
I felt my eyes roll back in my head as I felt my climax approaching. I was panting and lifting my head ever so slightly to smell the wonderful pheromones in my gorgeous husband when a voice from the door said, " Look, honey, yes, he gives Mimi pheromones, but not me."
Mariella did not seem to be so happy. I sank my face into Charles's pheromones, letting them infuse into me, making my orgasm even more violent.
Oh fuck, how did those get here? But I was too wild, too horny to care, and I kept fucking Charles. Mariella and Damon got into bed together and started kissing and making out. I didn't mind. I was in pheromone high, lustful and this was just perfect. I only had Charles, and if Damon wanted to see it, then go for it. Maybe he would finally believe that he can't always have it all.
Sometimes, we've just moved on. Charles's pace was hard and relentless. He was strong and powerful. We'd interlace our fingers, and he'd keep me completely in check. Giving me just enough slack to reach up to sniff his pheromones, I watched as Mariella sniffed Damon's neck and looked at us with obvious jealousy. Charles leaned closer. It was a mark for me. I licked his pheromone glands, making those wonderful pheromones seep into the air even more. I could smell strawberries in them too.
I could feel my climax approaching, and it always made Charles wild. He bit me harder so that a piece of meat almost came off. When I exploded, he lifted me by sliding one hand under me and guided me to bite his neck with a new possession mark, as if I hadn't already done them quite an army, but it didn't matter. I sank my teeth into his shoulder, put my will in it, and wanted that mark to stay there too. This made Damon glance at me sharply. Just like he would have sensed what I just did.
Charles fucked me through my peak, and I wrapped myself around him completely and felt my nails sink into his back as I came again, hard. He also started to approach my climax, and I recognized his frantic grunts as a sign of it. I looked at him hotly and kissed him as passionately as I could.
He slammed all the way to the base and began to flood his wonderful, thick nectar of passion into me. We kissed, and I felt him swell huge once again, and we were knotted like dogs.
He said to me, "Mimi, honey, you are mine, you know that. Without you, I would have loved no one again. You are my life. "
I smiled and said, " You, my love, my darling, my sweetheart, are my savior, my anchor, and my fucking good fuck."
I giggled out loud, and Charles laughed, too.
He had said in my head earlier, "Mimi, when we come, let's have a little sweet talk and see how the Salvatore couple takes it."
But I had to have my say since I can't just flatter. I need to be a little mischievous from time to time, too.
When Charles' knot finally subsided, and he withdrew from me for a moment, I climbed on top of him to lie down and then got Damon's attention. I paid no attention, lying contentedly on top of my husband, playing with his lovely hair. We kissed. I was fucked more or less to bits, or we had just a little pause, not sure yet.
Mariella had watched all the time how uninhibited and wild Mimi was with Charles. She was frankly surprised. Even though Damon had always described Mimi as so wild, she had thought that she was even wilder than Mimi, that was how she still saw things. But Mimi's passion and lust had been something else. And those possessions mark what she had decorated Charles with.
Somehow, Mariella wanted to bite them off, but she knew it was not her job. She had Damon, and what more she could ask? When Mimi and Charles had finished fucking and Mimi climbed on top of Charles, Mariella could feel Damon tense up and start to focus feverishly on her, she realized that had been something Mimi had done with Damon once upon a time, and he couldn't bear to watch.
Mariella felt the signs as Damon bit and bit hard, fucking as hard as he could, so desperately that Mariella didn't know at that moment how she could help the matter. She let go. She was just as passionate with Damon, and then Mimi and Charles teleported away again.
Well, it didn't matter, because Damon was unloading now and wasn't ready for that yet. Not even close. Even though he had told Mariella that he had no feelings for Mimi, he wasn't being entirely truthful in his statement. Even though Damon was an alpha male and pack leader, he had no problem with Adam or Charles' fucking wolves.
No, they didn't have a problem, but Mimi did. Mimi was always the problem. Always the threshold issue and Mariella knew that the road to a good and balanced pack life was a long way off yet.
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