38. Don't Talk, Just Kiss.

I walked into the first bank and then went to queue for my turn. It didn't take me long to go up to the counter and explain my business. The teller then went off to put everything in order and ask his supervisor how things were going. After a while, probably five minutes, the teller and an older man came in.

He introduced himself as the manager of this branch, and he would take me and my partners to my locker.

Just then, I felt arms wrap around me, passionfruit smelled my nose. 

Damon growled, "This is a damn interesting, baby; let's see what goes where." His grip on my body was strong and his voice was dominant. 

I heard Adam introduce himself and Damon. Oh well, let's see what happens now. 

We entered the vault, and the manager opened a big cupboard. There was a really big box, and I had assumed that these boxes were the small ones you always see on TV shows and movies, but no.

So I took my key when the manager left, and I didn't have time to do anything when Adam grabbed it out of my hand, opened the door, and started going through what was in there.

Damon took my bag from me, opened it, and according to what Adam gave him, Damon put it in my bag or in the briefcase that Adam had brought because there seemed to be guns and bullets.

They went to Adam, all the medical samples Damon put in a different bag, and in my briefcase, there was money, a surprising amount, jewels or gems, apparently stocks, and then some statues.

Once Adam emptied the locker, he called the manager and had the locker terminated. We left it empty. Fine, then we went to the teller as Adam deposited most of the cash in my account and some in the pack's account, which Bran had no access to. We then went out of the bank and straight into the car.

We had a driver. This was a very ordinary-looking man, quite a submissive werewolf, and he introduced himself as George, and he was from Adam's former pack. We went through all the banks the same way. I was a formality.

The men packed the bags and decided what went where. Then we left for the hotel, and I hadn't said a word back to the men. I had gone with the flow and seen what would come of this. What would be next? 

We ate at the hotel, in our suite, as Damon had once again ordered the food and gone through all the fridges that could be brought in. I had no idea I was such a particular eater, but I didn't start asking why or what was wrong with anything. I ate, chatted with them, mostly bragged about my gaming achievements, and apparently challenged Adam and Damon at the same time.

The bad thing was there was only one controller, and I was playing. The boys had to wait for a couple of hours while Adam went to call immediately after revealing this thing, and then he went to answer the door when there was a delivery of a couple of game controllers and new games.

We started playing together. It wasn't like I was playing between the boys; Damon put me in my chair and sat on the sofa with Adam alone, so he was between me and Adam. 

I could smell his passion fruit quite clearly. I could see the look in his eyes when he looked at me, watching to make sure Adam wasn't paying too much attention to me. Although we were playing, the men seemed to be playing some sort of dominance game, almost. Adam didn't bother to go and challenge Damon when he was clearly so defensive and possessive of me. 

Then when Adam retired to his suite or his room, Mr. Salvatore looked at me quite hotly, came up next to me, and started touching me, brushing and rubbing me so that my game went to shit.

I lost my concentration pretty quickly when he started licking my neck, not even biting but licking; I put the game controller away, turned off the game and the TV, and turned sideways, trying to touch him.

But no, he captured me completely, was very dominant, and carried me to the bed, even tied me up. I didn't resist because this more or less set my cunt on fire.

He undressed me slowly, not even talking much but watching, his eyes hot with lust but at the same time enjoying the power he had over me. The way he undressed me slowly, touching me everywhere, from the toes up, making me squirm, panting.

He didn't kiss yet, but he put a tape over my mouth so I couldn't beg. I tried to lift my hips and spread my legs, but now I had no power to decide anything about anything.

 I smelled his lust. I smelled my own. Damon did act; he had power and strength. Somehow, it really lit me up when he took all my decision-making power—everything I could have done.

He made me helpless in a good way, and in a way, I realized he was teaching me at the same time, making up for terrible experiences of helplessness in good ways. And I gave in. I was then helpless, and he took my sight next; I wasn't able to speak or see anything. I felt and heard, smelled, and was helpless and wet. If my pussy had been able to talk, it would have begged and begged hard.

 Then Damon disappeared for a moment, came back, and shoved a gigantic piece of ice deep into my cunt, I exploded from the sheer sensation, and the ice melted pretty quickly, but I came again when he teased my nipples with another piece of ice.

Then I felt a huge hot cock start to sink into my pussy, and it thrust mercilessly, at a steady pace, and I had no choice but to accept the huge intruder who invaded my pussy and then started to fuck me. Damon took the tape off the front of my mouth, kissed me fucking fiercely, and then took the blindfold off.

We had no boundaries. It felt like we had to have each other, be each other, be one, feel our bond. Be together. Again, time didn't matter. I don't know how long our marathon lasted, but then, finally, when Damon rolled off me and groaned, I rolled on top of him, put my head on his chest, and listened to his heartbeat. I fell completely asleep. Everything was fine now, and I was safe. There was no problem.

Damon stroked Mimi for a moment, enjoying the feeling, and now he was sure. He wanted to do it. He'd been thinking about it for a long time. It was a big decision. And even though he was an old, strong vampire, he couldn't do it more than once. Just this one time and he wanted to do it with Mimi, there was no doubt about it.

Somehow, he knew that this would help his self-control against his evil side when he got the feeling that love, affection, and all the wonderful feelings were weakening that side of him. Somehow, the core of him, the thing that wasn't really even present, was very happy with this decision.

Damon didn't think about what was in his head after he had seen and experienced everything, and sometimes, old beings like him had their ways of dealing with things. He had been in some institutions in his day as a doctor and researcher and had done some cruel experiments there, but because he was a vampire, he needed blood, and let's just say not all his patients survived.

Sometimes, people were too tasty, and he didn't always even want to control his bloodlust. Sometimes, that's when he took a life. Felt that heart stop was just too good a thing. It gave him too good a feeling of power, and why would he go against his own nature to fight?

But he had a rule. If he drank someone to death, he didn't want to know anything about it. There was no name or reason why they had brought them into his facility. It was just a blood bag, just a meal, and he always forgot his meal; his mental health wouldn't have taken it otherwise.

He forgot their faces, their smells, their bodies, but he only remembered the blood. He threw their bodies into the woods and forgot about them. If he had to write a report, he could always cover his tracks and find a reason to justify eliminating the target instead of keeping them alive.

Damon thought about his time, remembered the past, his own mistakes, and his own experiences, and he concluded that in his thousand years of life, he had never felt as strongly about any woman as he felt about Mimi. He knew his decision was the right one. He felt it so surely.

Not even Elena or Katrine had inspired such a feeling, and even then, he had known it. Katherine had left him when he hadn't agreed to this, and he didn't regret it then or now.

Because this was something he had to do with Mimi, he had instincts about Mimi, and he himself didn't always understand how he knew what wasn't good for her and what was, and why on earth he was watching, but again, it felt like the right thing to do, to take care of his own. Yes, Mimi was his; he knew it, wanted it to be true, and held on to it. 

Something instinctively alerted him again, and he wondered for a moment what the deal was as she lay on top of him. He could smell her breathing and feel a few drops of drool dripping down his chest while her head pressed against his heart. He didn't even think much more of it as he dug out her other hand, took it, and bit her wrist, tasting her blood.

As soon as he had tasted it, he started to curse, rolled her over on her back on the bed, and went on top of her himself, turned his head to the side, and sank his teeth into her neck, feeling them take root. He himself went into a stupor again as his teeth began to chop the coriander out of her blood, which was poisoning her, affecting everything, even the blood clotting. 

There was also some tomato residue, and Damon knew he had to remember to tell Mimi and teach her these two bad things. He knew she had eaten out somewhere, and she had no idea that these two things were bad for her. But he would try to remember to tell her. Then his brain just about shut down. 

When Adam came in the morning to see, saw Damon on top of Mimi, he didn't think or question it at all. He trusted Damon, his teeth, and knew that was an excellent reason, and whatever the reason was, well, Adam didn't care that much.

He went off to call another member of his pack when another member of his ex-pack, Ben, had been missing for some time. Ben's wife, Amanda, was besotted, and they had a 3-year-old son, Burt; Adam hadn't visited Ben much.

Ben had been missing for several months, and the cops didn't really look for werewolves as they wrongly assumed that the individual in question had given in to their instincts and was living in the woods as a wolf.

Sometimes that was the case, and these individuals forgot their humanity more and more, didn't want to be human anymore, just wolves, and sometimes Bran had sent Charles to kill these wolves.

Still, more often, they ended up being captured and taken to unethical medical facilities to be used as guinea pigs. A practice that Adam hoped would end. He cursed himself when he had a reputation to uphold. So many werewolves depended on his very reputation so he couldn't launch an aggressive retaliation against these facilities too easily.

Bran had found connections in the Congress and senators, so there was the power to destroy Adam's good name. Someone connected even some high court judges to these inhumane experiments.