17. So What

The sound of the doorbell interrupted my thoughts, and I quickly made my way to the entrance. As I opened the door, I was surprised to see four men standing there - Damon, Bran, Samuel, and Adam. They looked at me in silence, and I couldn't help but feel a little uneasy. After a moment of hesitation, I opened the door wider and allowed them to come in.

As soon as they stepped inside, they began to look around the room with great interest. Damon, who happened to be my husband, walked past me and made his way to the grand lobby. Meanwhile, Bran, Samuel, and Adam followed him, examining everything from the floors to the ceiling.

As I stood there, feeling a little out of place, Charles, my partner in decorating and renovating a few of my houses, appeared behind me. "Honey, where did this green lamp come from?" he asked, pointing to the lamp in his hands.

"Upstairs in the room that pisses me off," I replied, trying to sound casual.

Charles smiled in response. "Fine honey, let's see if this lamp gets you in a better mood toward that room, so you are not threatening to destroy it."

I just chuckled as Charles made his way up the stairs with the lamp. Meanwhile, Samuel strode next to me and asked, "Charles? But then he's a ladies' man, so be careful..." His voice was inquiring, but there was little hint of despisement.

I felt like saying, "If I want to fuck Charles, I'll fuck Charles." But I didn't say it yet.

Damon walked like a lion downstairs, sniffing and probing. Bran walked and watched but said nothing. Adam looked everywhere, too. The mood was less happy, and I wanted to give them good snarky feedback if they were going to come to my eyes because Charles had helped me. 

In ten minutes or so, Charles came down." Hey da, Samuel, Damon, Adam, what are you doing here, looking for a new party place, or did you run out of little pussies? Sorry, we are not yet done here, so no place for a fucking party. And if you gonna ask me to party, I am declining because this is a hell of a lot more fun than fucking and drink. I hadn't the slightest idea how fun it is to make a house, decorate and renovate."

Bran said to Charles, " Remember who you're talking to, my boy? Just remember. I am still your father and alpha too, I am marrok.So respect, my boy, respect."

Charles said, " I'm talking to fucking machine number three. Mimi Honey has told me quite a lot, Da, quite a fucking lot. And since you or anyone of you weren't even interested in helping Mimi when she was poisoned because loose pussies were so much more important, well, I am not that callous. I help women in need when they need someone to help them out. "

The men were silent at Charles' bluntness. Bran tried several times to speak diplomatically, but Charles said it like it was. Straight. The men didn't go anywhere but found their rooms to stay in.

Salvatore, of course, insisted that I fix up the master bedroom so we could get there. Damon and I didn't fuck at all. He came to bed but turned his back on me and was asleep right away. Whatever. If he has to be a teenager, then he can be one for me. That attitude seems to go on. Then it goes on. I did not sleep. I hadn't slept naturally since the shed session, but I had told no one that. I read all night long. 

I put the rooms in order and developed my patience. It's difficult to make a bed or hang curtains when Salvatore, my own husband, is leaning against the doorframe and has nothing good to say about anything. Instead of him coming in and actually helping me, like Charles had done. 

Example: "Is this going to be a love nest for, baby, you, and Charles? Is that green Charles' favorite color, or is it because you tried so hard to match it? Is Charles now your perfect, ideal man?"

The same song over and over. Not a moment's peace. Bran, Adam, and Samuel were all over Charles. I couldn't do it all the time. My nerves were getting slowly to breaking point, but I held on. 

Samuel came in as I was putting one room together and said, "I didn't mean that you two had to start living together. When I got Charles to help with the demon poison, I probably should have directed you to Colin, anyway."

Oh, fuck, I'm so fucking boiling over, and badly. I turned around and hissed quite a poisonous voice at Samuel. "Charles helps me. He lifts things so I can put the rug in place, and he installs the ceiling lamps. He helps me make my nest for my pack as no one in my pack actually wants to be with me or help when all my pack is thinking, is fucking, and drinking."

Samuel said nothing. He just walked away.

As I continued with my decorating and putting the rooms in order, I couldn't help but notice that all the men were watching Charles. It had been a week since we had moved into the castle, and out of nowhere, Bran got an urgent call and there was a crisis. I was left to do everything alone, and no one had lifted a finger to help me except Charles.

Bran clarified that there was a crisis that only Charles could handle, but I couldn't help but wonder why that was the case. It felt like everything was set up to break me and Charles apart.

Despite all of that, I managed to finish the master bedroom during that week. But my husband, Mr. Salvatore, who was always very jealous, couldn't stop commenting on my work. His comments were getting on my nerves, and I finally got fed up.

"Damon," I said, "what the hell is wrong with you? If you don't want to decorate, then don't freaking decorate. But give me a break."

Damon stepped into the room and came right at me. I backed a few steps backward until my back hit the wall.

Suddenly, Damon lifted me by the throat and said in a chilling voice, "I'm sure, Mimi, you don't talk to Charles like that. Are you two engaged yet? When's the wedding invitation coming?"

I sighed this problem, Charles, and jealousy, fine.

"We're not engaged. We've only just kissed, Damon kissed. Do you even remember what that is? Kissing? And you certainly can't afford to come in here being jealous when you know what you've been up to for the last 4.5 months. Fucking others, Damon, fucking. I've fucking kissed a few times. You're not going to pick me up by the throat for this anymore. Fucking believe it already!"

He just looked at me. The passionfruit scent was almost overpowering. He then let go of his grip. I sighed, composed myself, and walked away as Damon put me down.

Damon went to talk to Bran. Bran was sitting in one room. He had not yet found suitable office space for him, but he was sitting in a luxurious armchair and watching flames.

Damon went to sit next to him and his voice was puzzled. "Bran, Mimi is impossible. She yelled at me not to be jealous because I have sex with women at parties. Haven't we tried to teach Mimi all these years that it doesn't matter, it's just a moment's fun, but if my wife plans to start an affair with someone else, then shouldn't I be jealous?"

Bran nodded. "Didn't you tell Mimi to get an electrician to put in those lights, and didn't you talk about having this castle checked before you bought it? Mimi's got so much gallivanting in her wagon now that she doesn't even recognize when you give the order. Then she goes and kisses another man, takes him to live in the same house, and shouts at you not to be jealous. Of course, you can and you should."

Bran sighed. This would take little finesse, but Damon was just in the right state of mind, and with a little manipulation, Mimi would have one hell of a heat in the pack. 

Bran's voice was calm and friendly. "Charles doesn't need this kind of disturbance right now. It interferes with his enthusiasm to do gigs, and you know, Damon, how important a role Charles plays in some of these gigs. That couple needs to be separated, and Mimi is the source. It seems to me some little bitch needs a good rutting time and a lot of enormous cock, especially from her husband. I feel like it's now up to you and Adam to take Mimi in wolf form in this heat. Showing Mimi her place. And don't worry if the bitch whines a bit when she first gets the knot in. Yes, a good knot stretches so fast that way, the bitch learns, and now that Mimi is more mature, I think she will take the knot in without any trouble. It's time for Mimi to get a proper alpha male. "

Damon was so angry, so jealous. There was no clear thought in his mind. Only burning jealously and it woke up Damien. But he saw this opportunity to manipulate and corrupt Damon, so he whispered in Damon's mind all the time, fueling his possessive nature and pathological jealousy.

Damon hissed, "Yep, let's do that. Good heat and knotting, and then Mimi will know her place. "

Bran said, " Sedate Mimi, carry her to the bedroom, keep her sedated until you get the heat on properly, then we'll soften her up with a regular cock for a day or two, and then my boy, you'll experience what it's like to be your alpha male."

Damon nodded. "I'll go get the meds ready."

Bran shouted from the doorway, "Hey Damon, make it strong and fucking long!" Damon nodded.

I was fixing up one room on the second floor when Damon came in. He walked right up to me and wrapped his arms around me. Then, I felt a sting in my upper arm.

"What the hell, Damon? What did you just hit me with?" I asked.

Damon didn't loosen his grip, but just held me tight. I started to struggle, but he had me in his grip like a bloody strangler snake.

He whispered in my ear and prevented me from getting into my rage," Shh, baby, it's alright, go ahead, rest, baby, for a minute, I'm here, it's alright..."

I started to lose it when my legs were already jelly, and I really didn't understand why this was coming to drug me. My mind blurred up, my vision faded, and the last thing I felt was Damon's unforgiving tight hold on my body and then all went black.

 I woke up in the upstairs bedroom naked. Damon was next to me, pressing and manipulating my fucking heat points and hard. The harder you push the heat spots, the harder the heat. And my heat spots were usually pretty sensitive. My heat spots weren't even used more than once or twice, and then Damon mostly brushed them. And the result was an 8-week heat.

I was still totally drugged up, only to realize that I was about to get heat, and fucking strong heat, it was.

His voice was next to ear, "Morning, wife darling, you're just about to get heat. There we go, now we're going to put the heat on and enjoy ourselves. I'll show you the difference between sex and sex, darling. When I fuck with you, it's totally different from when I fuck those women. You've seen how bored I am. It's just a kind of vicarious sex. But don't worry. Now we shall enjoy and then you get to experience whole new things in your heat, and baby, this is not questioning heat, this is strong fucking heat."

Damon turned on top of me and began to thrust into my wet, hot now already well slimy, rutting cunt. He thrust mercilessly and no matter how dazed I was; he knew his stuff. He was passionate, hard, and demanding. I could feel his enormous cock spreading me to the limit, pushing all the way to the base as hard and as hard as it could.

Within five minutes, I came for the first time and the heat flared up with an intensity I'd never had before. We fucked passionately for three hours, then went to dinner. Samuel had also gone somewhere and Bran didn't even seem surprised by my heat. Adam was but didn't care anymore because the smell of my heat was so strong that in the end, all three men had only one thing on their minds, my hot slimy cunt.