40. S.O.S.

Life went on as normal. How can it go on in a pack that is driven by lust? I couldn't keep myself going on solar energy alone when Mariella or Damon kept twisting my lust for it. Well, there are consequences. Meaning, that I would get quite a sex drive, and since Charles was my best bet, he was my target and more than willing to be seduced to have with me, his wife who was pretty much fueled with her supernaturally strong lust even Mariella had diluted it quite a lot. She did not still let Damon take my pure lust, as she was the guardian and protector of my energies. 

The wolves were now mothers, and their children or offspring were now in the care of magical houses. There, they would be educated and taken wonderful care of. They had been thrilled with their pregnancy and making pups and cubs. That was not what I wanted, not at all. They could breed as long and as often as they liked. I was not jealous at all. I did not need to procreate, not at all. 

Damon and Mariella were fucking somewhere. Damon had now reproduced, and I hoped that would be enough for a while. I was pretty damn wild with Charles, and Adam was into wolves. We were still in Texas, and no matter how hot it was, I didn't mind because here I had a blast with my husband.

Our time was such a bloody lovely with Charles, and we were having a rough time in bed. When Charles knew I liked it pretty fucking rough, he let me have it. We had had little knife play and our bed had gotten a little bit bloody, so we needed to change places; I had felt this vortex inside me ever since that shed session and this knife play had brought it more and more out but not yet, that strange feeling of a kind of pressure just didn't ease up but sex took us with it and we focused on fucking each other almost out cold too. 

Even though I had had Damon quite rough too, Charles knew what button to push to make me react in just the right way. I was not sure if I ever wanted to even tell Damon how rough I can take in bed, it might be with that one then a mere stabbing session once he gets the wrong gear on, so I did not talk about that and told Charles to keep his mouth shut about and he was more than willing to do that. 

I had made a nest for the two of us, and we had just moved in. This was an enormous bed, pink and light green, ruffled curtains, soft mats, this bed was soft, gel and water, and my linens were silk, the finest, most expensive silk and I had made this just for the two of us. But like always in this pack, nothing that I want to keep just for us is not gonna stay for us only.

A velvety soft and silky voice in my mind said, " Or the bitch is at it again. Don't exhaust yourself. We're on our way. All of us, Mimi. We're going to have a proper group session now where you'll get your ass kicked right there in your little nest too, so don't even think about running away."

Damon seemed same time disturbed by the fact that we were having fun with Charles, and this was a nest for us, but then again, he liked to crash the party so to speak, and ruin my plans and my enjoyment too. Charles just grunted, pressed me higher into the mattress, spread my legs even more, and fucked me more roughly and brutally, too. Whispering and hissing in my ear how naughty a little bitch I am and I am not supposed to come unless he permits me, but I was a naughty little bitch. The name of the game was that I was not gonna obey him. Not at all.

They arrived a few minutes later, and we didn't calm down. Charles was just about to bite me again. I was full of his bite marks, all over my skin body, in my backside too. He wanted to own every single square inch of my body.

Damon was right next to Charles, and I didn't even pay immediate attention until he came over, pushed Charles off of me to tend to Shadow and Damon grabbed me by the throat, and looked deep into my eyes with those ice-blue, all-seeing eyes. He started fucking me roughly and bit off every sign of Charles once again. I had accumulated quite a collection of them by now, and I didn't mind them, but Damon did.

I could see that Damon was very close to taking me to be washed and rinsed, but he was now miraculously restraining himself. He now had a new aura, a new kind of self-confidence, a kind of maturity, and it was obviously because of this happy family event. Charles had a fire with Mariella, and she knew how to annoy him almost to the point of rage.

Charles was not in a gentle mood and I could see a few times actual pain in Mariella's face but she begged for it, it seemed that she liked it rough too. Well, when the master treats you, you will learn quite fast. Damon had tried to make me withstand pain and feel it as pleasure well before Mariella came, to withstand shed sessions even a little better, but those were always done in that way I was not in the right mind to switch on my lustiness for pain and use that. Damien knew what Damon had tried to do, and he found a way to block it. But my need for pain was still there so I could take a rough ride and this passionate male on top of me was more than ready to give it to me. And he was not sparing his powers at all. 

But Damon didn't fill me up. He just whipped. Deep inside me, hot whips and they obviously went to their target because nothing came out. Then, I wasn't so deficient that I needed to be stuffed. I came a lot of times because this guy knew how to make me wild and very wild too, how to manipulate me, how to fuck me, so I just came and could not help the pleasure that took me with it repeatedly.

Not caring about the huge cock rowing in my pussy and shooting its load depths of my womb, not caring for anything at all. In my life, there was just pure pleasure, and he also enchanted this pleasure by sinking his fangs into my neck, drinking my blood as damn naughty as possible. 

The pace quickened. I had Adam sometimes too, or Charles, but this one had now scrubbed me clean twice, always after Charles and Mariella, too. Charles did not mind, Damon did not scrub wolves, only me and Mariella got this little treatment and with me, there was a damn strong flank always in the play so I was so good girl always when he dragged me to be scrubbed and washed too.

After that, he fucked me, and bite me full of his marks, so when he then moved over to Mariella, Adam was usually who came to treat me, or then I got little time free as men were with wolves. My lust just did not ease up so I pretty soon, took one of the men, any one of those three, even Damon if I wanted to, to fuck with me. I had done quite many lust waves with everyone as well Mariella had made them too, so we were in a sea of lust, more or less. Me and Salvatore made quite a few powerful bangs. Which made Mariella freaking happy when we boosted her energy grid and my husband was smug too as he got his parts on those too.

The fucking started to get wild. After two weeks, I found that my heat was just about to kick in, as were the other females. We were now shape-shifters. As a cat shifter, I had only been in heat once, and that was a long time ago when everything happened, and I am such a special fucking case that I always do everything on my terms. I could change shape between a black jaguar, a white lion, a white tiger, a cheetah, a regularly spotted leopard, and a snow leopard. Those cats were inside me.

I could take also other forms. I just had no cats of those inside me, but I was not gonna tell Damon about my ability to change my shape more than others. It had something to do with my willpower and my being the chaos, too. And I was not the same as others, I was the one who didn't belong so to speak as I was not a magic being, meaning witch or wizard and I was not an energy creature, but a siphon, energy exploiter, and only true Chaos in this pack too.

Damon, well, he had become a pack leader, an alpha male. He changed his shape from jaguar to leopard to black and spotted, and he had a black-winged lion. And I wasn't even sure what all the cats he had available. Damon had long ago released his wolf, smoke, from himself and was now essentially a cat shifter. and vampire as well. Now I was not sure if he was anymore vampire more than a shifter. I was more shifter than a vampire, but my vampire side was brutally strong, meaning my shifter side was even stronger. 

Mariella's specialty was that instead of a snow leopard, she became a clouded leopard, and it wasn't long before Damon took on the form of both a clouded leopard and a snow leopard. What made it even more special was that I automatically assumed that if Damon was an alpha male, then Mariella was an alpha female. But no. I was an alpha female. I had to start learning my role. To obey Damon and do exactly what he says. That had been quite a learning curve, and I was not a perfect alpha female, or maybe an alpha female is meant to be as impossible as I was.

But I was what I was, and the cats inside me gave me ideas. I can say that we got together more than once. Damon had bred and had kittens from Mimosa and Shadow, and Luna, Lady, and Thera were now mothers. My cats were very nervous about this show for a month. But I got them to calm down. At least for now. I just hoped that Damon wouldn't continue to harass me about breeding because I had quite a selection of sentences in my mind and those sentences could get me into trouble.

Damon had fucked us once or twice in cat form. It had been mostly a formality. He was just asserting his position. Part of my role was to accept that Damon could mate with me whenever he wanted. Nope. Not gonna happen... when I wasn't in cat form around Damon.

We had become very close, so bedtime was smooth, and our bond was strong once again. I had my bond with Charles. To me, Charles was almost what Mariella was to Damon, and this had been one thing that had bugged for Damon so long, but it just was like that. Charles had taught and showed me how it feels when you have someone, who really wants you, to be with you and even is willing to fuck god in his face in order to help me. Talk about devotion.

I had somehow made all the terrible memories in Charles's past fade away and got him to trust to love again. We had shown each other that love is the strongest force in the universe. And so I had also shown it to Adam too. But being married still, to Damon even though he had now Mariella was not always easy as he was jealous about me and these two and he had quite a few times made them fuck the wolves instead of me. And now we were in the heat soon—three males and four females, or as I looked at it, two males and three females. Automatically, I left Damon out of the equation because I knew he was concentrating on his Mariella.

We were lying in bed. I was on top of Damon; he had pulled me on top of him, not letting me be on Charles or Adam. He stroked me. Mariella was lying next to him. Wolves were on the floor, taking a breather too.

Damon said, "Now we're going to breakfast. Then we're going to New Zealand to spend some quality time together. So we'll be out fucking wildly."

Mariella smiled and said, "Lovely idea, darling. Just appropriate."

I snorted. I just happened to have a few islands in New Zealand, too. Damon looked at me and raised an eyebrow questioningly. He kept me still on top of him, looking deep into my eyes, to see if I had any good flank-worthy sentences as I was about to go into my first heat as an alpha female who could breed. He remained that little fact in my mind in a very silky voice, so I kept my well-thought sentences in hiding and prepared for a whole new experience, too. I was quite willing to fuck, quite horny, and I knew that Damon and Mariella would hit it together. So no worries. Just a few months' worth of fucking vacation on a pretty much paradise island with Adam and Charles.