6. It's Gonna Be Me.

When Damon got Mimi to sleep, he sighed quietly and said to himself, " Oh my god, baby, with you, but now the tricks will stop, and you'll be fine."

 He made an even stronger cocktail, put it in an IV bag, and attached it to the IV stand and Mimi's cannula as he cannulated her again. He went to sleep for a while in one of the guest rooms, woke up in the morning, and went to breakfast when Adam and Samuel were already there.

He said, "I picked the lady up again in the middle of the night from her own bedroom, wrist shit and hip also a bit broken. She had a fall. I put her to sleep deeply now, and the lady will always have to sleep until we get her well. I have an idea about her nutrition, but I need to experiment a bit first."

Adam looked at Damon and said, "Good thing. It took a miracle how long it took for the lady to do her tricks; I might have had Samuel keep the lady asleep earlier. "

Damon finished eating and went out in his car to buy some supplies he wanted to use to feed Mimi while she was under anesthesia. 

He returned a couple of hours later and spent his time in the kitchen. Samuel had gone to his clinic as they actually had the same bug as Mimi, but he was seeing if his antibiotics would work on the normal werewolves and others.

Adam was working and wasn't in the house all the time, either. Damon cared for Mimi, keeping her asleep and testing her feeding. He honed it daily to a fine edge, and the results showed. Mimi's infection was persistent, and it took Damon three weeks to get all the infections out of Mimi.

Samuel was in the house, and Damon presented him with Mimi's power food, intestinal puree.

"This is Mimi's recovery food; as you know, she and Mimosa always eat organs first, then fat, so I learned from that and have now developed the perfect power food for the lady. As you can see, I have been able to maintain and even slightly fatten the lady even though she is sick, and best of all, I have stretched her stomach to pull 10 liters at a time so she can now eat properly."

He showed Samuel the recipe, who studied it with great enthusiasm, scanned it, and sent it to his team for information. They put Mimi to sleep in an incubator, all the while feeding her visceral puree and nutrient concentrates. Damon took blood tests every few days to check how everything was being absorbed and if anything special, such as vitamins or minerals, needed to be added. Mimi was in the incubator for a month, then she weighed 46 kilos, maintained her body temperature, and didn't have many muscle cells in her sleep. 

I woke up in my own bedroom. I stretched and found I was wearing only one Damon t-shirt. I felt good and realized I wasn't quite so skeletal anymore. Apparently, I had been taken care of pretty well. I stretched pleasurably and thought nothing of the fact that I was wearing no underwear and nothing but a single tee shirt. I didn't even notice or hear anything. As pulled by a magnet, Damon came into the room and watched for a while as I stretched.

He said in a soft, dangerous voice: "If you carry on like this, Mimi, you'll soon be a virgin based on your horoscope alone. "

The seducer was back and in full swing.

I pulled the covers over me and looked at Damon in shock. For some reason, I looked at Damon from all sides and realized he wasn't lying. The proof in his pants said it all.

His vampire side brought a new side to him, a dangerousness I hadn't noticed before. He was now a hybrid, like Nick, but amazingly, Nick was never this dangerously predatory— he walked over to me and sat on the edge of my bed. He reached over and took the blanket off my body. He moved it further away and came closer to me. 

His hand began to roam along my body, first on my shirt, and then he pushed it inside the hem of my shirt and let his hand caress my side, my stomach, and again my breasts. He found my nipples and began to tease them, causing some interesting sensations, both breasts receiving the same treatment.

His hand wandered down, and I squeezed my thighs tightly together. He brushed my pubis and thighs, leaned toward me, and whispered,

"Come on, baby, just spread them; you know what I can do. Maybe I'll even get a taste. You'll soon learn it's best just to spread your legs and accept what the master does."

I couldn't get the words out. I gasped for a moment. 

Red as a crab. And finally, Damon pulled his hand away after he'd been teasing my nipples for a while so that I groaned and almost squirmed with pleasure. 

He said: "Two months, baby. Three weeks since I put you to sleep, I got that fucking infection out. And we kept you in the incubator feeding for another month. Your stomach is now pulling ten liters, and you have a new power food, viscera puree. It works well. As you can see, you were about 29 kilos when the infection started, and I've got you on viscera puree to 46 kilos or thereabouts. Now get dressed and come and eat, and we can get to know each other again. Even physically."

I was as red as a crab. I was still shocked at how nasty my infection had been for three weeks. And then this seduction, the stroking, and I was ready to spread my legs. I was weak.

I couldn't get a word out of my mouth when Damon handed me my clothes and said, "By the way, baby, from now on, we'll sleep up there in our shared bedroom. I made us a bedroom up there, our first official shared bedroom."

Oh, a new room. But this was my room. Well, I can sleep there if I have to. Damon left the room and let the door close. I got dressed and noticed that my nipples were still showing. I couldn't help it, but fuck, this guy was driving me crazy. I tried to pull myself together and be completely normal. My nipples hadn't got that memo, and I didn't have a single bra on here, so I hoped the men wouldn't notice them so clearly.

I went into the kitchen and sat down. Damon was looking at me with such a stern look that I didn't think twice about taking my own food. He was working on something and putting food on a large platter. Damon then brought the whole platter of food in front of me.

There was meat, and lots of it, gravy, and much less macaroni than Adam gave me. Damon also delivered three ice-cold smoothies in front of me: green, red, and yellow. I drank them all at first and they were fresh and tasty.

The meat was, at the very least, beef, then there was duck, pork, and some game, but I didn't know what kind of game. The pasta was perfect. It was just about swimming in butter. The white sauce and cream sauce were excellent, and there were many of them. Damon had himself some meatballs and mashed potatoes, meat and gravy.

 Adam and Samuel were already eating, and both just nodded at me. They were talking amongst themselves again about some sports club or some werewolf packs having some problems.

Mimosa was asleep, in my mind, on her back. She had also benefited from feeding and apparently visceral puree as she floated on her back with her belly in a ball and snoring away. I laughed in my mind.

Adam and Samuel hadn't noticed my nipples, thankfully, but Damon looked over at me and raised one eyebrow, smiling smugly when he noticed my nipples were still fully exposed. Adam and Samuel were apparently blissfully unaware of what had been done to me.

Dessert was a layer cake, but this time with a passionfruit filling and cream skilfully piped over the top of the cake. I was pretty damn full by the time I had finished my dessert.

 Adam said after eating, "We'll drive to Montana, then we'll do some wolf stuff like hunting, meet Bran, and you'll both have a spot to show off. There's supposed to be a wolf training exercise, so you're in charge; there's kind of always a task that you have to do, and then we'll see if there's a problem. Some of its individual tasks and some of it's pair tasks. Some of it's Mimosa and Smoke, and some of it's the two of you in wolf form. And that'll be the mandatory stuff then."

Damon just smiled and looked at me with one eyebrow slightly raised. I concentrated on putting my dish away and retreated to my perfect chair to sit for a moment before Damon could get to it. I realized I didn't live with Damon except in Arizona, and I only saw him in Maryland, but Chicago was my sanctuary, my nest. 

And we'd have a bedroom here together. Well, when we got there, it remained to be seen, and then how it would go with Bran? If it was like the one time we had been there, I had been drugged, sedated, and had spent my time lying on Bran's study couch while he had been working. I had overheard some conversations; sometimes he had talked to me, but not always.

But now there would be some sort of wolfing out experience. Bran had never seen a Mimosa, and I had been a wolf for over a year. I wondered what the trip would be like as I sank happily into my own chair. The drive would be a couple of days with Damon in the car. This was going to be an exciting trip, I thought to myself.

Damon walked over to me and coolly lifted me out of the chair and sat down, and then lifted me into his arms so that we were face to face and my legs were on either side of Damon, our hips well against each other, and I could feel his hard thick aroused cock against my stomach.

He held me against him and said, "One day, baby, we will be like this, in this chair, with no clothes on and inside each other.. and you will be Mimi Salvatore; just slowly start to accept it."

We sat there for a while and Damon took and kissed me passionately. Adam and Samuel watched as he kissed, let his hands wander and I was melting wax in his hands.

Then Adam said, " We're ready to go, lovebirds; long drive ahead, so you'll have plenty of time."

 I got up. Damon did, too, and we packed our bags. Damon had actually already packed my bag, too. I didn't bother to check what was in them. The fact that he had been going through my clothes, fussing around in my room, well, I wasn't bothered by that, not at all. It didn't do any good, and with the fucking seducer looking at me and clearly expecting me to react, I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction.

 We got in the car. Adam drove first, and Samuel sat in the front seat. Me and Salvatore were in the back. For some reason, Damon couldn't control his hands very well; they were wandering all over me, under my clothes. I was holding my legs tightly together, and I had put on a good pair of granny panties. Not the lace one's Damon had got me.

Damon said to me, " Oh baby, I like a challenge, and a good one. You challenge me like you should. This trip is going to be a really nice one..."

Let's just say he got me pretty well riled up on more than one occasion, and oh my god, my self-restraint was being tested, and very much so.

We stopped every now and then. Each man drove for six hours one time; the drive took about 28 hours. For some strange reason, I slept quite a bit during the trip. Could it have been because every time Damon came in the back seat and started fooling around with me, we ended up kissing, and he started nibbling on my ear and neck and finally sank his teeth into my neck, and I felt the velvet flow?

He drank my blood frequently and a couple of times even smelled a burning campfire, a sign that his bloodlust was surfacing. That's when he gripped me tighter and drank more greedily, focusing on my blood, not my body.

I said to Damon near the end, "Do you have to velvet so hard? You know I could be awake sometimes."

Damon just grinned and didn't say anything back. He's a smug little bastard.