I was ridiculously happy, feeling a profound sense of completion deep within me. I had finally obtained something I had yearned for, though I hadn't realized it until now. Lying atop Damon, we had spent three days sanctifying in this very bedroom, our bond deepening with each moment.
We purred almost the entire time, our feline sides now intrinsically linked, as were we. Damon's presence was once again deeper within my mind, not intruding with unpleasant memories, but rather allowing me to feel him gently exploring my life – my everyday routines, my work, my hobbies, and what I had done during our time apart.
We hadn't yet discussed baby names, but I was still feeling rather skinny and weak despite our three-day marathon. Damon had filled me countless times, yet our passion had fueled me to the point where I had used up every ounce of my energy.
Playfully, I said, "You see, husband of mine, I'm on top," feeling his hot, hard cock still throbbing deep within me.
We were still consumed by lust.
His response was to roll his hips, causing me to shudder and moan. I bit his shoulder as my exquisitely sensitive pussy reacted, sending waves of pleasure up to my belly.
"Oh my god," I thought, "I'm about to climax again."
"Oh, baby," he crooned, "it's not about the position; it's about which one of us has the power."
With another deep, unrelenting thrust, I moaned as my pussy spasmed, pleasure hitting me like a tsunami. I shuddered, my pussy milking his cock, which only encouraged him to thrust harder, pressing his sex chakra against mine and prolonging my climax.
"And I would say," Damon continued, his voice a low rumble in my ear, "that I have the power, wouldn't you agree, baby?"
His movements reduced me to a whimpering, shuddering mass beneath him. I could taste his blood in my mouth, a testament to where I had clamped my teeth into his shoulder. Damn it, I was trying to recover, but he rolled us over and began to fuck me with renewed vigor.
My back arched, sweat poured from me, and I moaned, gripping the sheets. Oh my god, it felt as though my orgasm was never-ending, hitting me like wave after wave.
Passion overtook us once more, and I reveled in the feeling of his skin pressing against mine, his scent enveloping me.
I suspected my pheromones communicated this and much more to him, as he buried his face in my neck, inhaling my scent and murmuring huskily, "Oh baby, you need to teach me more. I love this feeling, oh my god, this is heaven."
I whimpered as the next climax hit me. At some point, I might have even screamed, as my throat felt raw. He was so incredibly close, and despite our coupling, our connection felt deeper than ever, vibrating within my soul.
I simply adored the feeling of belonging to him and him belonging to me; it felt so incredibly right, a healing, invigorating, loving, and dominating sensation all wrapped into one dizzying tsunami within my soul.
Now, we lie side by side again in the dimness of the room. Indeed, this was the third or fourth room we had sanctified as we pleased. Well, let's just say that when we randomly teleported into the second room, where Mariella was reading, her expression upon seeing us drop into the same bed, fucking furiously and giggling like idiots, made her leave the room with a roll of her eyes.
She muttered something about a bit too much lust for her, as if! She was, after all, the lust queen, but according to Damon's theory, she was simply jealous because she hadn't experienced our passion.
Damon's warm hand caressed my back as he pressed my sweaty, naked body tightly against him, and he murmured to me, "Baby, I haven't had the chance to do this to you very often, and for all those lost opportunities when Adam and Charles got to do this to you, I hated myself. I truly did; I felt like a monster."
His admission surprised me, as he was referring to over a century ago when his evil twin inhabited him, placed there by their parents in a forbidden ritual millennia ago. This evil twin had tortured me, killed me a few times, and made Damon believe it was him inflicting the torment. I had tried to convince him that someone else was inside him; I had believed it for so long, but this evil twin was nasty.
He eventually made me believe it was just one part of Damon, not a separate entity, and it was that which destroyed our love. Well, love can be reborn, but back then, Damon must have felt it when I stopped loving him.
I wasn't sure I was the right person for him to discuss this with, as he typically confided in Mariella, his other wife.
Therefore, I asked, "Have you talked to Mariella about this? Should she know?"
Damon grunted, still hugging me, and replied, "No, I want to talk to you. I know Number Four confesses their nastiest moments to you, as well as Two, Five, and others, so I want to as well. You don't pat me on the head and say you understand me; you tell me how it is, straight up. And as you know, I need that. Mariella tries, but she just can't do it always. She's convinced herself she needs to be on my side, no matter what I tell her, and as you know, it doesn't help, not at all."
I nodded and said, "The past is filled with regrets and bad decisions, but then again, there are also lessons to be learned. I've had a life no one could ever imagine, not even me. Still, my human self seems so different from who I am now. But then again, I can still feel myself, like I was back then. I like the same things—music, movies, hobbies—so the past is with me, whether I want it to be or not. It's just my choice to embrace the best parts of it and try to forget the nasty parts. And for that, I have you, as well as Wulfe."
Damon said to me, "Mimi, my love, you have no idea how long I've had this need—for you to need me, for me to be able to help you, profoundly and for real. I mean, sure, I can erase bad stuff, but the wounds are still there, and I want to heal those wounds, even if it's something you might not see or even want. But I want it anyway."
I replied, "Your love heals me, believe it or not. It takes time, but as I am a creature of love, I need love. And feeling you loving me heals something deep and wounded within me. Sure, there might be scars left, but they are stronger than ever. Mark, how your love healed me. I know you must have traumas left, deep, old traumas. And I don't even try to be Mariella; I don't demand that you talk or share. But I can listen, and I can judge. I can tell you if you were a beast, a predator, or an idiot. You know me. I can and will be honest with my opinion. Ask Charles, he knows."
Damon furrowed his brow and asked, "What do you mean? I mean, you and Charles are the ultimate couple. You are so damn close; he senses you in a way I could not."
I rolled my eyes and said, "Well, you think we are, but as always, living and loving me is not so simple. Charles once confessed to me how he and other guys got drunk and went along with Bran's party, an alpha party. He admitted he, too, had fucked females in those horrible restraint frames and wasn't sure if he had gotten anyone pregnant. It was only later that Samuel told him there were no pregnancies, as Bran's twisted Marrok force made all females sterile or stopped conception. So, I told him what an utter bastard he had been and that he must have felt like shit, but did he ever once think about how many females wanted that, how he had violated them? Although Charles tried to make it sound like it happened a long time ago, I didn't believe him or let it go. Therefore, I put my people on tracking those females, and Charles had to issue formal apologies to them. He was surprised by just how many were still traumatized by the whole thing."
Damon smirked and said, "Good going, baby. That tells me maybe I shouldn't tell you my darkest times, or else I'll soon be issuing apologies to my former victims. Though I must admit, rarely did they survive."
I replied, "But their families might need to know."
Damon kissed me, deeply and passionately and said, "No more dark thoughts, no more confessions. But we could surely see if we want to go on some more yet..."
There was a dark, lustful note in his mind. Just as we were starting to heat up, the door opened, and Mariella, Wulfe, Number Two, and Four stepped in.
"Oh, whoa, lust cave much?" Mariella exclaimed. She continued, "Please, you two, could you stop? We are here to announce that the babies can be transferred to the nursery; there's no need for them to be in NICU anymore. So, Mimi, time for you to have sleepless nights, smelling diapers and crying babies."
Damon murmured to me, "Well, sleepless nights are nothing new. I can tell we haven't slept here."
His semi-sarcastic tone made my giggle erupt a little too loudly, as he could say the funniest things in such a deadpan voice.
I mean, I just giggled as he commented some more, "We have been very active, so maybe we ought to rest a bit, wouldn't you say, my baby?"
I said, "Yeah, this session of physio has been very demeaning; it has made me explode more than once."
Mariella, her voice patient, instructed, "You two lovebirds, chop chop! Husband of mine, up in the shower. And you, Mimi, my alpha, shower in a different room. I need to separate you two, or else your lust will never end."
She pulled a very reluctant Damon up and teleported him elsewhere. Meanwhile, the other Salvatores and Wulfe directed me to shower. Number two.
He commented, "You are still skinny, my skeleton, so you will be under watch and feeding. Don't even think of dedicating all of your time to your babies, and no lactation, none."
His tone was firm, and I nodded as I padded to the shower. Satisfied yet tired, I knew I needed a shower, but a smile curved my lips as I tried to recall if we had sanctified this shower or not. Damon had promised, yes, promised that one day, he and I would sanctify a CT machine, as he still vividly recalled the picture of what he got when I and number two had done it.
I opened the water, letting hot water cascade over me. I noticed just how tired my muscles were, but then again, the idea of seeing my small babies as well as my wonderful toddlers made my soul sing. The world was once more my oyster, and I was determined to take back control, oh so subtly but surely.
I wanted certain things to be done as I liked, and I knew just how to arrange things so that they would happen. Again, I didn't call it manipulation, as that had a nasty sound, but precisely arranging things seemed much more productive and reasonable.
Washing myself was wonderful, yet a part of me detested washing away Damon's scent from my skin. I smiled, imagining going to him, pressing against him, and rubbing myself all over him to retrieve his scent and leave mine in return.
However, I also had others and their jealousy, which burned like wildfire through our hive mind. As queen, I felt their emotions so clearly: Number Five was livid, Number Two possessed icy determination not to let me out of his sight, Wulfe wanted time with me alone, and Charles wanted to ensure I was completely fine. Adam, meanwhile, worried I was still too thin and weak to care for our babies full-time.
Delving deeper, I felt my older girls – May, Emmylee, Lily, and Vivianne. They were tired but happy with the toddlers, though also irritated by the Salvatores constantly telling them what to do. My toddlers, pure joy, were also present in our hive. I gently, carefully sent them feelings of pure love, unsure if they could truly comprehend it, but I sent it nonetheless.
Mariella, as usual, was jealous and possessive. Surprisingly, Number One was already irritated by her clinging and needy possessiveness. So, I let Damon feel my happiness, and I shared our toddlers with him, which seemed to calm him. His curiosity bloomed as he was still studying how to maximize his use of the hive. A transmission of domination then came from him, asserting his power over me, reminding me that the king precedes the queen. It was our little game.
My life was about to become increasingly interesting with the feelings and needs of all our pack members, not to mention the fact that I now had ten children to care for. They were still mine, and I wasn't sure if I could keep the names I'd chosen for them, or if Damon would have his own ideas.
More importantly, would Mariella ensnare him, preventing him from interfering with me? I could live with that, I told myself as I rinsed myself one last time. I was preparing to be the queen of the hive and the queen of my dominion once more – our wing. I would have to assert my influence ever so subtly, but I would get things done my way. I was very good at persuading, and my pheromones only enhanced that skill. Manipulation? No, it was nothing like that; it was me taking care of my pack, and I knew best, didn't I?