Bab 171: 11. Another Day In A Paradise.
Sitting in my cozy nest, surrounded by the comforting scent of my own creation, I reflected on the past nine weeks and my current state. My body was frail, far too thin. However, being underweight had its advantages - it suppressed my heat cycle, ensuring no one else in the pack would reproduce either. The prospect of little ones coming into the world remained uncertain, but that thought brought a smile to my face. It seemed my alpha female harbored a vengeful mood towards the alpha male, and I couldn't blame her.
I suspected he wasn't eager to breed either unless it meant exerting control over me. Unsure if we would continue our pack life or if Damon would persist in his advances, I was no longer drugged and ready to assert myself. After a few days of later, it became evident that the entire pack was united, except for Salvatore, who always managed to slip away whenever he spotted me approaching. Good riddance. I had a collection of biting remarks at the tip of my tongue, prepared for his return.
I felt fine, even though the pain of our separation had ravaged me. My darkness seeped out, cleansing the anguish and empowering me. No longer a captive victim of my emotions, I was ready to embrace my role as the alpha female. With the alpha male avoiding conflict and taking an extended holiday, this was an opportune time for me. I relished the idea of venturing out and engaging in real work.
As I prepared to embark on phase two, my recovery sanctuary served as a haven, nurturing my body back to a healthy 40 kilos. My nest was a haven of perfection, a sanctuary where I indulged in my own desires, disregarding his commands. And though I was provided with ample food, my newfound freedom was an integral part of my transformation. This was a fresh chapter, and while I may not remain part of the pack, I had to step into the role of alpha female since his precious Mariella refused the position.
But I had no fear of the alpha male coming at me. The only problem was that my darkness aroused my vortex even more, and I knew that I might have to deal with it at some point. It would be pretty damn rough, so I would have to prep my boys well and get both of them to rough me up.
I was as smug as can be and on my way to the kitchen when number two walked in. I was letting my darkness be out, no need to control it fully. Not all of it was out, but enough for me to shield myself.
He stopped me abruptly, slamming me against the wall. His strong body pressed against mine, pinning me firmly. With one hand on my head, he leaned in, his gaze penetrating into my eyes. A dangerous smirk curled up on his lips as he noticed my darkness creeping out. It was something he did not fear, but rather took as seduction, though it wasn't my intention.
Then he said, his voice dripping with a mix of danger and seduction, "Remember, baby, there are others of us. Just because number one isn't interfering with you doesn't mean someone else isn't keeping you in line. I know that you two are finished, and I can't fathom why. But baby, his loss is my gain. I will get that secret out of you, but you have something to tell me, right? Your little plan."
I feigned innocence, my voice innocent and sweet, "What do you mean, what have I done now?"
I desperately hoped he hadn't discovered my grand plan. His voice was mesmerizing, a blend of danger, seduction, dominance, and demand, just like he had in England. This side, that side, was again emerging from this specimen, and if it did, I might not be able to keep my secret.
Number two looked at me and laughed, then leaned in even closer, his breath hot against my ear.
He whispered, "Fucking strong telepath, remember, baby. I know you better than you know yourself. Remember England, that year. You have something to tell, I can get it out of you. But you also have something you need to unload, and it ain't your rage, but pain. My guess, number one. What did he do to you during those nine weeks? He never told any of us what he needed to do to you?"
He pressed me even tighter, his gaze drilling into my eyes, exposing my soul, making me feel vulnerable and exposed. Yet, at the same time, his presence ignited a passionate fire within me that I couldn't deny.
I observed him intently for a brief moment, then seized his head and kissed him with a voracious and fierce passion, as if consumed by insatiable desire. He was fully engaged in the game we were playing.
He whispered seductively in my ear, "Baby, let's consecrate your private nest. But I know you crave a little roughness, right? Charles has shared tidbits of your wild side with me, and I am more than prepared."
Oh, he might have been ready, but my vortex was prepared as well, and I had no idea what would erupt from it. In an instant, he teleported us to my nest, and I no longer cared about anything else. I tore off his clothes, and he forcefully ripped mine on. He was brutal, primal, and unyielding, and I was more than eager for it.
A few well-chosen words caused him to grab my hair, forcefully slam my head against the wall. I craved it. I needed to feel, to ache, to be dominated, to be ravaged, to have someone show me my place. And he did so with precision. He pressed me harshly against the wall, face first, spreading my legs apart, holding my wrists in his unyielding grip. I could already feel him forcefully entering my wetness, his cock pulsating with an intense heat.
He fucked me with unrestrained intensity, the symphony of our pleasure resonating in the air, mingling with the scent of my heavy breathing. A colossal orgasm enveloped me, my pussy clenching and squeezing around his thick, lustful piston. I was utterly helpless, a little bitch being used and controlled for his pleasure. And my pain.
Eventually, we found ourselves on the bed, rolling around in a frenzied display. I was determined to take control, to straddle him. Feeling the surge of my wildness, I summoned a sharp, wicked dagger into my hand, pressing it against his throat, and whispered, "Little boy, who's on top now? Behave, so no accidents occur."
I allowed the dagger to puncture his skin slightly, drawing blood. I removed the blade, licking his neck teasingly. Before I had a chance to react, he had me pinned beneath him, my legs spread wide, his hand clutching the dagger, pressing it against my throat. He applied more pressure, slicing my neck, while simultaneously thrusting himself into my pussy with brutal force, eliciting a gasp of pain from my lips.
In the depths of my mind, he whispered, "Just a little spell, my baby, to make you a virgin once more."
Agonizing pain tore through me, but pleasure began to intertwine with it, awakening my primal instincts. He skillfully used the dagger on my body, driving me into a state of wild abandon, escalating my desire to untamed levels.
I sank my teeth into his skin, marking him in every spot I could reach. The mating marks were deep, indelible, symbols of our connection. Mariella or number one couldn't erase them, they were there to stay. In return, he slashed me, leaving a trail of scars all over my body. We were marking each other, claiming our freedom. The desire between us was unlike anything I had experienced with number one. This was our secret, and there were no boundaries as we let go.
We ravaged the nest, our passion consuming every inch of the room. Multiple times we switched rooms, but with Mariella or the wolves, it wasn't the same. They couldn't match our intensity. I was the ultimate prize, and he reveled in it. He unleashed his power, using that dagger on me. He absorbed every blow I threw at him, maintaining control.
He untangled the knot within me, embracing my darkness as the ultimate seduction. He taught me to revel in it, to let it flow freely. Number one had became skilled at filtering out those who didn't belong, a testament to my victory. Exhausted, I collapsed on top of number two, completely sated. He caressed me gently, his touch soothing me into slumber. As I drifted off, he began to purr, a sound that lulled me further into peace.
Number two was content, his face mirroring Mimi's happiness as he looked at her in a serene slumber. He headed to the shower; the water cascading over the marks etched onto his body. The scars didn't bother him. He washed away the remnants of their passion, preparing for the conversation that would come once Mimi woke. He wanted to understand what she held inside, what secrets she kept hidden. He made a silent vow not to reveal any of this to Mariella or number one. Despite Mariella's potion, his feelings for Mimi had resurfaced with intensity. He desired her, yearned to help her, and he was willing to be patient. He knew it would take time for her to open up, and he was more than willing to wait.
He emerged from the steamy shower, quickly dressing himself. A smirk played on his lips as he surveyed the room, bloodstains splattered everywhere. The lingering scent of sex, blood, and arousal hung heavily in the air, shrouding the room in their combined darkness. With determination, he began to clean up, gathering the blood-soaked sheets and tossing them into the laundry chute.
Glancing at Mimi, still unconscious on the bed, he felt a pang of sympathy for her fragile state. He had satisfied her as much as he could, but her wildness had kept her thin. He had filled her up with his bump time after time, but she used it up. He, too, had experienced a new level of release, conquering her, the most powerful of their pack. The victory had been sweet. Witnessing her sprawled naked, her legs parted, revealing her well-used pussy, her breasts bearing his bite marks. It was the damn seductive sight, and Number Two felt his cock throbbing painfully in his jeans.
Meanwhile, Mariella and Damon were preparing for dinner. It had been over a month since Mimi's recovery, and Mariella had somehow convinced Damon to face her instead of running away. He hadn't disclosed the details of what he had done to her, only stating that they were finished and Mariella should abandon her matchmaking efforts. The jealousy he once felt towards Mimi had dissipated, as he had managed to purge her from his heart and life. She was now simply a necessary evil within the pack.
As they walked down the corridor, Mariella's senses were assaulted by the unmistakable scent of sex, intermingled with the passionfruit aroma of Number Two.
Her brows furrowed in confusion, and Damon remarked, "Someone's been pretty wild around here."
Mariella replied, "Two, but who with?"
Approaching a slightly ajar door, Mariella cautiously pushed the door open. Inside, Number Two was diligently cleaning, the room reeking of sex, blood, and an odd undertone. He absentmindedly whistled a tune, his eyes fixed on the naked form of Mimi, sprawled on the bed. Mariella could sense the sheer happiness radiating from Mimi, an energy she had never managed to evoke. Number One joined her side, his gaze upon Mimi devoid of jealousy. She was no longer his.
Filled with anger and hurt, Mariella hissed, "How could you fuck that freak and forget about me? I thought you loved me and wanted me."
Number Two's whistling abruptly ceased, replaced by a dangerous and angry expression.
He took a few steps closer to Mariella, his voice filled with intensity as he defended his wife. "You do not call my wife a freak. Love cannot be forced. I told you, if you want me, get to know me, try to seduce me. Don't just be Number One's little plaything and assume that your pussy is the best."
Mariella stood frozen, her mouth unable to form a single word. She desperately tried to conjure a response, but Number Two's furious glare silenced her completely.
Number One interjected, "You two have had ample time here, but Mariella needs your guidance. Perhaps you can demonstrate what you've accomplished."
With a menacing look, Number Two brandished a dagger, pressing it menacingly against Mariella's throat.
His voice lacked any hint of seduction as he whispered, "The princess can't handle it. She's not strong enough. But I can be her boy toy. No need for you to order me around to please your precious little pussy."
He took the dagger off her neck, stepping back. Mariella went next to number one. Number two approached Mimi, gently caressing her and tenderly tucking a warm blanket around her. He kissed her softly and quietly left the room, leaving her to rest. Mariella's heart sank as she realized this scene had revealed who truly held this version's heart, and it wasn't her.
Determined to prove herself superior to Mimi, Mariella insisted on taking Number Two with her. Together, the three of them engaged in passionate encounters, during which Mariella tried to erase bite marks left by Mimi all over Number Two's body. Not all of them were erased, some of them stayed. Damon, surprised by the number of marks, watched as Number Two fucked with Mariella, but there was no feeling that he had had with Mimi, only lust. He used Mariella's body. Nothing more.
When I awoke, the faint scent of peaches lingered in the air, indicating that Mariella had struck again. However, it didn't matter because that month had been incredibly fulfilling in many ways. I relished the opportunity to remain in bed for a while, enjoying the sensation before finally rising and taking a refreshing shower. Number two provided not only physical release but also the emotional support I needed to navigate through tough times. Uncertain if Mariella would accept him as well, I cherished the month we had together, as it was all I required. I took what I could get.
However, a small issue arose. He had been exceptionally skilled with that accursed dagger, and the vortex of emotions within me threatened to burst forth. I desperately tried to contain it, but it became evident that I would need to involve Adam and Charles to help stabilize the situation quickly.
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