12. Temple Of Love.

I woke up. I started wondering and rewinding what had actually happened, and my thoughts felt really slow. I remembered the abortion, the drive to Damon's hideout, and arriving at Alabama's house.

I smelled the twinflowers. I had never smelled it before. The room was dimly lit, or there was no light source. Thick curtains were on the windows. I woke up slightly, and I got my head a little more clear that I understood my sensations.

I was actually quite warm. I was inside the blankets. Then I felt warm, or hot bodies, naked on both sides of me, and then I smelled passionfruit and pear, so I was between men. Interestingly, now I didn't know what this thing was called.

Slowly, new sensations came to me. I was not hurting or aching; those horrible cramps were gone, and there was no feverish feeling. I felt no flooding from my pussy. I felt very drugged. My thoughts were very slow.

The room was cool. I could feel it on my face, but I was in a pretty damn warm nest. More or less. I was on and under the blankets, and both men were tightly clinging to me. It was just a very medicated and sedated feeling.

I moved as I tried to change position, maybe get up, air out, and Damon started stroking me, and so did Adam. I was still really sluggish and limp. Damon pulled me better against him so I could hear his heartbeat, and I couldn't help it. I fell asleep again. 

I woke up from time to time—the same thing. My head was full of drugs. I was still in the blankets, and if I moved, I was stroked and soothed so that I fell asleep, held against the chest so I could hear the heartbeats. I was in Adam's arms, and Damon was wrapped around my back.

Then I had to be awake when I had to eat, almost awake, so drugged I couldn't even open my eyes. Or drink. Almost from a baby bottle, I got some kind of straw in my mouth and someone gave gentle guidance to swallow. It tasted mildly bumpy, but it had a cherry flavor too. 

I was always in one or the other's arms. I was naked, and so were these two, but these were now in treatment mode. And I was on drugs. Time didn't matter. I didn't have a sense of time. There was just this incredibly soothing feeling that came when one of them pressed me against them.

I couldn't think of a bad thing when I was instantly calmed down, and I felt Damon banish all the bad thoughts from my mind. I was against Adam once again; he held me close to him, and I could feel Damon's breath in my hair.

Then I felt it—a vibration. Adam's chest shook. I pressed my ear against it and listened. Adam purred like a cat.

 It was an incredibly strong, low, soothing purr that put me to sleep. It brought a sense of peace that I had never felt before, and now I felt that nothing bad was going to happen to me as long as I was safe, and I didn't want to go anywhere.

The next time I woke up, I was in Damon's arms, and he was giving me another drink, not a lot of liquid or whatever it was, but it was the dose they gave me. He pressed me against him, and when I moved to get closer, he sighed contentedly.

Then, somewhere in between, I heard Damon purr—a soothing, slightly snotty, and slightly broken, high-pitched voice. Damon's purr was almost shrill. It was an incredibly sweet sound. I felt completely safe. Nothing bad could ever happen to me as long as I was safe here. I fell asleep with a smile on my face. I didn't want to leave.

 Samuel came to the Alabama house after Mimosa had spoken in his head and told him about the nesting. He had finally got the Doctors without Borders gig off. He cursed Bran for always forcing him, the werewolf doctor, to treat humans, even though he had once been in the emergency room and had a long career with humans. However, He had focused on the supernatural for over fifty years now; Bran just didn't seem to believe it.

He sighed and was already making a plan of action in his mind as he pulled into the driveway. He knew that werewolf males might need to nest when the female was sick or weak. But when very often, nesting was difficult to stop.

The males had to be put to sleep for a while. All nesting materials had to be dismantled, and the entire space had to be ventilated because they were constantly releasing nesting pheromones into the air.

 That was the problem, not going along with the nesting. According to Mimosa, they had been nesting for eight weeks. So there would be plenty of strong pheromones in that room.

He went to the medbay first, got two beds ready, then took a face mask with a valve on it so he wouldn't get the pheromone. He knew it was very strong, and he did not know if it would work on him. He thought it would be interesting to study nesting sometime because it was very rare.

It happened in modern times, well never really, because it required a proper bond between male and female, and modern medicine had removed the need for nesting. He knew he had once treated a male who had nested his female very ill in the nest, but the female had died; the male had even been in the nest with a stinking carcass, and he remembered how long it had taken the male to recover. He had to keep the male unconscious for months before his depression lifted even a bit and he could function. Colin had not been with any females since.

Samuel came into the room in his gear and gave both men very strong anesthetic injections. He acted quickly. They hadn't even noticed Samuel because they were purring at Mimi. Very rare. Samuel knew exactly three werewolves who had purred, and all of them were long dead.

He went to open the windows and doors. Then he left the room and put the air conditioning on full blast in that room. He went outside to sit, breathing in the fresh spring air until the need to nest subsided completely. Apparently, his mask had not been adequate, but the pheromone should have evaporated enough by the time he would soon go back inside.

Then he checked on them ten minutes later; the purring had stopped, and the drug had taken effect, and there was no reaction. Good. He got a stretcher and moved the men to the medbay for a drip, wash, and rest. He cannulated both of them, wiped them about, and let them recover. It wouldn't take many hours. They'd be fine by the time they woke up. Then he picked up Mimi. This one weighed about 44 kilos or so, and this one should wake up, too.

 Mimi didn't need any medicine. She had been drugged with so many drugs when Samuel looked at the medicine bottles on the bedside table. He took Mimi into one bedroom to wake her up. He tucked her in because being in the nest was like being in a super incubator, and it might be a while before Mimi's system would work a little more briskly; he made sure there were no plugs in the tub and gave Mimi a good wipe down.

I woke myself up in the bedroom. I was clear, my mind. I was no longer in that warm, safe place where nothing bad happened. It took my time to get back to being myself and able to function. I loved the experience. I had gotten such a sense of security that I could rest better than ever.

I finally sat up. There was an infrared thermometer on the nightstand, and I looked at my temperature of 40.2 degrees Celsius, just as I should have. I looked at my phone. Yep, I've been asleep or whatever that was for eight weeks. Two months.

It was already spring. I took a shower, washed my hair really well, and dried my time. Then I got dressed, thinking all the time about the experience, the feelings and the sensations. Interesting. I got myself ready and went to the kitchen to look for food. I wasn't hungry. It was more of a learned habit to go out to eat in the morning. 

I walked into the kitchen and went to the fridge to get something, which I now found when Samuel came into the kitchen.

He said, "Was it an experience to be in the nest? Adam and Damon built you a nest and gave in to their nesting instincts. They kept you sedated and sleepy and purred for you. The nesting instinct is rare nowadays, and you made it a trigger for two. Congratulations, you are a very rare female indeed. "

I nodded and said, "Thanks, I guess. The purring was wonderful. It made me feel so safe that nothing bad would happen. I'd never felt that kind of security and when I woke up, I had to work to get back into the swing of things. "

I went to eat.

Samuel drank his coffee and said, " Nesting was usually a last resort to save someone, and often it didn't always work. It was at least 300 years ago that I was called to Ireland when the alpha of the pack was nursing his mate, a plague, and when I went there, at that time, traveling was not fast. I found this alpha nesting in his mate, who had been dead for a couple of weeks. I got Colin sedated and kept him asleep for a month and then drugged him for a long time before the worst of the depression eased up, so he didn't want to kill himself so desperately, but he has never found or even sought another woman for himself since." 

I was silent and then said, "I did not know. I guess I always saw him as a bit of a playboy."

Samuel nodded. " Margarita was his everything, a vampire-bird shifter hybrid; she could take forms of owls. She was not even a werewolf, and their mating bond was frowned upon, but since Colin himself was a hybrid, it was tolerated. She was a lovely woman. I met her once when she sought me to ask about making babies, but she was susceptible to whatever germs were around. Colin wasn't a doctor back then, and it wasn't until 100 years after Maggie's death that he became a doctor."

Samuel got up from the table after finishing his coffee and walked somewhere. I wasn't even sure if the men were in the house or where, and I wondered about Colin's story, too. 

After the meal, I started looking through the house. Mimosa always jumped out when no one was looking, and eagerly, she, too, was exploring every place and developing everything that could be anywhere.

I had been exploring for a few hours when suddenly determined hands circled around me, dexterous fingers found my breasts and nipples, making my pussy fully awake, and a voice in my ear whispered, "Are you maybe making us a sex nest?"

I laughed and said, "Not a nest of any kind, but I'm open to whatever action you might suggest."

His hands now went under my shirt, found my nipples, and got me pretty well aroused; I turned around, looked at Damon hotly, broke free from his grip, ran a few steps away, and turned around, and said, "Game on, Salvatore. Come and get me."

I ran forward, at vampire speed, for as far as I could get, and had to take it easy not to run into the wall. I heard myself being chased, and finally, Damon grabbed me by the waist and slammed me against the wall, and kissed me fucking greedily and fiercely. His hands held me in place, and I returned the kiss with equal fervor.

Then he broke away and said, " Go ahead. The game is done, but you're not getting away again."

We ended up in one bedroom, tearing each other's clothes off. We were both naked pretty damn fast, and my pussy was so fucking ready, strawberry and champagne smelling or reeking, in the room. Damon threw me on the bed, slammed himself on top of me, and pushed his thighs between my legs, parting them.

" Spread out, bitch, you little bitch. How's the sex beast up for a fuck machine?"

 I just grunted myself. I didn't spread my legs, and they were spread cruelly. Damon grunted, pressed against me, and pushed into me savagely and viciously. He held me captive under him, held my wrists under control, and fucked me with his huge, hard, powerful cock, and no matter how wet I was, it burned and stung as he thrust mercilessly into my thick, hot pussy with a cruel, relentless pace.

He was an alpha male, taking an alpha female, and I had no say in the matter. Damon was a force of nature again. Strong, cruel, passionate, fast, dominant. Hot, hard, thick. I felt completely full, helpless in a good way. Now I just got to enjoy myself.

We kissed like we'd never kissed before, and we couldn't get enough of each other. Soon we were sweaty and horny, looking hotly at each other as if we had done nothing yet. I felt his cock fill my pussy to the brim, and the sting that came from it was just an added spice to the climax I felt approaching from thrust to thrust. I could feel his hot, heavy body on top of me, keeping me in my place; my wrists were in his grip; I was tightly under control. Being fucked, and I loved every damn minute of it. 

 Damon didn't give a damn and fucked through every orgasm I had like a rabid animal. Every time I came, he kissed me greedily and held my breath. When he finally exploded inside me, I felt the wonderful sauce of lust flood inside me.

I was happier than I had been in a long time. He now sank his teeth into my shoulders again, marking me as his own, and I didn't mind; our connection shone again like a beacon between us, and we continued. Not that there were any limits to our passion. Now, the name of the game was branding, and he bit me everywhere.

We fucked in what seemed like exotic positions, and a good bite mark left on an armpit feels pretty special. But it didn't matter. We were stuck with each other again for four weeks, or at least a month. Finally, I was lying on top of Damon, exhausted and completely fucked out of my mind, but completely satisfied.

Damon was lazily stroking me and saying, " Why don't you ever just come and be in my arms? You're obviously enjoying this." 

I sighed and said, " Not my style. I've never been a lap cat. I just don't know how."

Damon laughed and said, "Baby, don't you worry. I'll teach you. You know how good I am as a teacher. I can teach with pleasure as well, not just by pain. "

I didn't have time to explain. I was enjoying myself too much and fell asleep. 

When I woke up, I was still on top of Damon. He was completely asleep. His other arm was wrapped around me. He was sleeping peacefully, looking so young, so innocent. His long black eyelashes brought shadows in his cheeks, and his cruel mouth had now lost its sharpness and was mostly very kissable; he was dreaming something as his eyes moved under his eyelids. His skin was flawless, pale. The vampire came through so clearly. I could smell his passion fruit all the time. 

My bladder just announced itself, and with extreme caution, I moved his hand away from around me and crept into the bathroom. Ah, the happiness and bliss of getting to empty a very full bladder. I thought with amusement that, yes;yes; I have my happiness, too. But now I'm enjoying it.

 Everything was perfect. I went back to bed, still enjoying myself, and well, I wasn't sleepy. Damon had moved half on his side, without a blanket, and as I looked at that perfect man, I saw his cock still erect, damp almost, his perfect body, it inspired me quite a lot, and I let my hand go between my legs.

I rubbed my clit first, making myself catch my breath. I picked up the pace, and as the pleasure increased, I closed my eyes as I enjoyed the rapidly approaching orgasm. I felt my thighs tremble, and suddenly, a tight grip squeezed around my wrist and took my hand away. 

I was so damn close to coming. I opened my eyes, and Damon was looking at me hotly and questioningly.

He said, "Baby, four weeks isn't anything enough for you. You are really a sex beast. God, I love you. I don't mind, not at all. I like to wake up smelling of strawberries and champagne. But the little bitch doesn't remember to touch herself; I'm going to teach you and fuck you to the hilt."

He rolled over on top of me and was just as horny. We went on for another week. I lay tired on top of Damon again, and he stroked me.

Then he said, " Maybe this isn't the most wonderful place in the world, and it's not as perfect as our last time was, but baby, will you marry me? Again. This time let's have a big wedding, with you in a dress and everything. Three days in an Italian castle. Isn't that perfect? "

I was so happy, and I wanted it to last. I said, " Yes, yes, I'll go. Let's have a big white wedding."

He kissed me passionately, then nipped the marks he'd made on me. He stroked me for a while, and then I heard it again. A purr. He was super happy then, too, because of what Samuel had told me. The purring was extremely rare. It only came out in the nesting or if you were really super happy.

I fell asleep to Damon purring at me like a cat. It was snotty, raspy, rattling, and then I remembered where I'd heard this sound almost before, and I couldn't help thinking if it was a coincidence that my first cat, Miiki, purred in almost the same way. Damon's purr was lower and louder, but that's what I remembered when I fell asleep.