บท 122: 2. Knowing Me, Knowing You
I stood in the middle of the cold outside air, feeling a shiver run down my spine. Despite the chill, a smile adorned my face. The sound of children's laughter filled the air as they ran around, their footsteps crunching in the snow. Mimosa and Shadow, joyfully joined in, playfully chasing the men and pouncing on them, causing fits of laughter. I held onto a snow shovel tightly, my focus solely on my little project. With each movement, I carved paths in the deep snowbanks, creating intricate labyrinths for the kids to explore. The snow was light and powdery, almost therapeutic to shovel. Occasionally, I cleared larger spaces, providing a place to pause and sit. Mariella, observing my work, decided to join in.
Walking along one of my paths, she casually mentioned, "I could do this faster with a spell, you know."
I grinned and encouraged her, "Yeah, but this is fun! Come on, conjure a shovel and give it a try."
She obliged, using her magic to create an even more extensive labyrinth. The kids' excitement grew as Mariella added little snow huts here and there, providing them with even more fun. I had no specific plan; I simply shoveled and turned from time to time, allowing the path to take shape organically. Despite the freezing temperatures, being outside was lovely. Witnessing the pure joy on the kids' faces, as well as the Salvatores having a blast, made it all worthwhile. The children had no reservations about calling each of them "daddy," and it somehow felt right. They saw the truth of our bond.
As we continued to shovel and shape our labyrinth, Mariella used her magic to construct larger snowcastles, drawing the attention of the kids. They eagerly darted into the labyrinth, with the men playfully giving chase. In that moment, we truly felt like a family, and it was an absolute blast. It dawned on me that I didn't need to seek apologies or demand anything to find happiness. It all boiled down to my own attitude, which had been hindering my joy. I realized I was the one denying myself happiness by expecting others to grovel and plead for mercy.
But when I let go, when I simply had a good time without making it complicated, everything fell into place. I couldn't predict if this would be the key to long-term stability or true happiness, but I wanted to savor every minute of the good times as they presented themselves. There was no need to overanalyze or overthink. I simply needed to go with the flow, relax, and see where life would take me.
With Thanksgiving just a few days away, the anticipation of Christmas filled the air. Memories of the perfect holiday season flooded my mind. But what in the world had Damon done to put on such a grand show? Sure, we received plenty of money and gift cards, but he had never been so whimsical before. I reluctantly played along as his blind wife, but a smirk crept onto my face. I had confided in Wulfe about this in the past.
Wulfe, Magnum, Alaric, Dexter, Murdock, and Colin had all been called away on missions, leaving Damon and me alone. After catching me working late into the night, Damon had made Alaric interrogate me, forcing me to reveal what needed to be done. They set off to work, leaving me behind. Perhaps it was just a coincidence, but Damon had become possessive of me. Despite my four girls being with us, he paid them no mind, only watching me with intense, smoldering looks.
I focused on being a mother, not allowing his seduction to fully consume me. Now, it was time for a sex holiday, but deep down, I longed for a few weeks in bed, just letting go. However, my life was unpredictable, and I hoped that Alaric and my team would complete their tasks, sparing me from immediately returning to my leadership role after the holidays. But it was merely a wish, not a certainty, in any way.
This was such a perfect evening that we found ourselves outside well into the dark. The kids started to tire out, so we headed inside. It became a big production to free them from their warm outer clothes. Meanwhile, some of the Salvatores went to the kitchen to prepare food. As I sat with Mariella, wolves, Adam, Charles, and the boys, we watched over the kids. The girls engaged in a conversation with the Salvatores, speaking in a very adult manner.
I couldn't help but roll my eyes, thinking about what those girls might get if they ended up in bed with the Salvatores. It was more likely that they would end up pregnant rather than experiencing seduction. But that was just the way our pack operated - we bred, and we bred well. I wasn't even considering the possibility of a breeding season or having more babies. They had been a significant part of my life for the past few years, more than enough for me. I didn't long to be pregnant or to have cubs. All I wanted was a normal, drama-free everyday life without any major problems. It was enjoyable and relaxing to see the kids running around with the animals, attempting to pet them and carry them around.
I was sitting in my comfy chair when Damon lazily strolled over to me and asked, "I haven't seen that chair before. What is it?"
I coolly responded, "It's mine. It's an old chair, but it's perfect for me. So, go find yourself somewhere else to sit, Salvatore."
He looked at me mischievously, stepped closer, and before I could react, he picked me up and sat down in my chair. He made me straddle him, so we were face to face.
He kept his hand around me and lazily remarked, "Hmm, this is a nice chair, baby. It seats two."
I looked at him, moving lazily, rubbing against his pelvis, and asked, "What if there's a gust of wind, or I get dizzy?"
He grabbed my hips, stopped my movement, and said, "Take it easy, baby, or you'll get an internal support rod. The kids will see how babies are made."
It seemed like he had a hot, hard problem in his jeans.
I whispered to him, "You see, Salvatore, when I have this damn terrible memory, I might not remember everything."
He grunted and replied, "Actions and consequences, baby. Remember that."
He pulled me closer, grabbed my hair, and kissed me passionately. Oh my god, how he kissed me. As we kissed, I continued rubbing myself against him.
It was at that moment when Mira walked up next to us, and said, "Mommy, stop kissing Daddy. Daddy needs to breathe. I'm hungry."
I positioned myself carefully, feeling the anticipation building within me.
Damon muttered under his breath, "What terrible timing, baby..."
He was eager to take me right then and there, but the kids were approaching, curious about what we were doing. They wanted their father's attention, so I had to step away. I was so ready, that I could practically feel my body pulsating with desire. I contemplated sneaking off to the bathroom to relieve myself, thrusting my fingers into my soaking wet pussy and experiencing ecstasy.
However, Salvatores interrupted us, calling us to eat. I composed myself, walking calmly to the table and taking a seat. Damon seemed equally frustrated, his jeans straining with need. Mariela glanced at him, a hint of confusion on her face until she noticed his predicament. She then looked at me, sniffing the air, and gave a slight smile. It was amusing to her, but damn, I was trying to maintain some decency. With Apollo's telepathy in order, there wouldn't be any unexpected visitors, giving me the opportunity to enjoy myself fully at night, with no responsibilities.
The mere thought of it made me even more aroused, causing my jeans to become soaked. Damon's nostrils flared as he caught a whiff of the air, his gaze meeting mine.
He raised an eyebrow slightly and spoke to me in my mind with his velvety voice, "You still know how to do that. You still have the talents of a porn film director."
I blushed. Damn it, that wasn't meant for him to know.
Mariela interjected, speaking aloud, "What did you expect, Mimi? You're next to a powerful telepath who has one thing on his mind. It's possible you won't spend your night alone with your toys."
I blushed again, becoming even wetter. I was a mess, damn it. Where was my notorious self-control? I had to keep my composure, but it was damn difficult with this man beside me, sending me visions of what he planned to do to my mind, including how he would make me look as he fucked me.
Mariela whispered in my mind, "It's incredibly hot to see, I must say. He did it to me, and by God, it's hot to witness your cunt being spread open and filled."
I almost choked on my coffee. It certainly would be hot, but I was becoming so flustered that it wouldn't take much for me to explode. I would soon have to excuse myself and find release.
But the commanding voice in my mind spoke with authority and dominance, "Sure, baby, go and try. But Master has not permitted you to cum, so you won't climax until I say so."
I was feeling incredibly frustrated at that moment, but I tried to remain composed. Instead of giving in to my desires, I decided to endure the longing and hope it would eventually subside. I was halfway through my meal when the sensation began. It felt as if someone was skillfully teasing my clit, sending electrifying waves of pleasure through my body. Damon, with an innocent expression, smirked as I gasped and squirmed in my seat. Mariella noticed my reaction and frowned, also gasping in surprise.
She turned to Damon and exclaimed, "Really, you...!"
Damon casually glanced at her and replied, "What's the matter, darling? Do you have a problem?"
Mariella bit her lip in frustration. This man was infuriating. Just a few meters away, there was a table full of children, oblivious to the intense sexual tension between us. I tried to focus on finishing my meal, while the children chattered away, unaware of the situation unfolding before them. I managed to keep my expression neutral, but I could see the desire in Mariella's face intensify.
Fortunately, the children remained oblivious. Living in a pack with more men than women, this kind of teasing would undoubtedly attract attention. I could sense the lustful gaze of many, including Charles and Lepard, who looked at me as if they wanted to ravish me right then and there, without caring if the children witnessed it. However, it was not my intention to let my kids witness such a rough sexual encounter during our family time. My four girls were just as frustrated as I was, and there was an undeniable magic tension in the air. These men were impossible to resist.
Finally, we finished our meal, and the kids eagerly ran off to play before bedtime. They were full of energy. As I walked back to my chair, I noticed Damon leading Mariella into one of the bedrooms. I also saw my four girls disappearing with a few of the Salvatores. Well, they might be getting more than they bargained for, or perhaps they knew exactly what they were getting into. It is what it is.
Suddenly, an idea struck me. I needed a distraction, something to help me regain control. I teleported to my craft room and reached for a few heavy fairy tale books on the upper shelf. If I could focus on the kids and their innocent stories, maybe I could suppress this overwhelming arousal.
I carried my books back to the living room and began reading them. It didn't take long for Apollo to come over and see what I was doing. I picked him up and sat him on my lap. He could read a little, as he had used his telepathy before, but this time I decided to read fairytales to him. Soon, other kids gathered around my chair, sitting and listening to my impromptu storytelling hour. It helped distract my mind from my own physical sensations. I didn't mind at all. I could have been irritated as hell with Salvatore, making me incredibly horny and, as usual, choosing Mariella over me. But I had my kids, and this was exactly what I wanted - to spend time with them.
Charles, Adam, and the boys came closer. They dimmed the lights a bit and brought a few air mattresses so the kids could lie down and listen. I only managed to read one story before Adam took my book. It was his turn to read the next one, and so on. Charles, Demon, and even Lepard took turns reading stories to the kids. By the time Lepard finished, we had seven little ones peacefully sleeping on the mattresses. We started carrying them to their rooms to sleep. It was as perfect as it could be.
I was in the middle of carrying Apollo to his room when Damon walked out of one room, looking at me with shame clear on his face. He quickly zipped up his jeans. Mariella walked out as well and saw the situation. She understood what had happened again - the classic scenario of her choosing him over me. But I had a perfect time being a mom. Besides, I had four men who could provide that kind of attention if I wanted it. I silently walked into the kitchen as Apollo was put to bed and started making coffee.
Damon approached me and said, "Sorry, I messed up again, big time. I had this ultimate seduction plan, and I..."
I interrupted him, saying, "It's fine. You had your needs fulfilled, and I got to spend time with the kids. Adam, Charles, the boys, and I had a great time, so there's nothing to worry about."
Damon's voice trembled as he said, "Hell is it, I want you, I need you, and I wanted to have you under me, shuddering from pleasure. But instead of you, it was again Mariella. I just do this always to you, sorry."
I replied calmly, "Again, nothing to worry about. See, I learned it is up to me how I take things. I can be bitter and expect you to grovel and plead, or I can see opportunity. If you don't want me but Mariella, that's fine. It leaves me free to be a mom, a role that I love. I know you want to be a dad, but not that much. You want to be the husband of Mariella? You two, you and Mariella, you are still, we are not. It is a fact, and it is my life."
Damon looked down at the floor, leaning against the door frame, and whispered, "You will be my wife again one day. You better believe it, baby. I am not giving up on you. I just got carried away, and as I have a true soulmate bond with Mariella, she knows how to get to me."
Fine, I thought. Let's put it all out and see what comes out of this. "Damon, I am a free woman. Magnum expressed his desire to be with me in bed, just a week ago or so. And Wulfe, he drained me very naughtily, so I rubbed myself against his legs as you smelled. So nothing is stopping me. If you want me, know that there are competitors, and I have not said no, not even to Wulfe. He has hinted at action in the bedroom a few times, so make up your mind. I won't wait around for anything. I have options. I have no bonds, no promises, no wedding vows binding me."
My voice remained steady as I looked deep into his ice-blue eyes, searching for something, uncertain if I wanted to find what I was searching for. He was so close, so freaking close, and I could have kissed him, jumped into his lap, and seduced him. But I didn't. I had no idea why not.
I continued making my coffee and went to the freezer to get some treats to accompany it. When I emerged from the freezer, the kitchen was empty. I wasn't even disappointed, as I knew this was just what it was. I was ready to spend another night in my bed and maybe order some Christmas stuff already. It was just going to be one more night, nothing so special. My arousal had dimmed, so there was no need to get adult toys. Well, if you don't count my laptop as my toy, as I would order stuff.
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