The Salvatore Saga, Part Four: My new Life

 Mariella was walking into the kitchen when she heard laughter. She stopped and listened for a while. There was Mimi, Charles, Adam, and numbers two and four. They were having a good time, but not fucking. They had been fucking for a week and she had to distract Damon, as he had been very jealous and wanted to go several times and stop them. It was just a lesson of actions and those damn consequences. Mimi needed men in her life. She had a few salvatores wrapped around her little finger, and Adam, and Charles as well and those two salvatores, well they were actually quite different from number one. 

Mariella was little in two minds if to tell Damon this, but he was a telepath, so it would be better to tell him. She sighed in her mind, feeling left out of something fun. Somehow it was an upsetting idea, and it got her in the right mood to blow a whistle on this group. Mimi had gotten herself a pack of her own and she was all triple alpha now. Mariella was so damn jealous of those marks of hers, she had always felt superior to Mimi and somehow this revelation made her feel like an idiot.

And then those few little ideas that Lepard had sent in her mind, how Damien had corrupted love between one and Mimi, how he had manipulated, corrupted more or less number one to be a jealous bastard and number four, or two did not scrub Mimi, but shared her with Adam and Charles, only to compete, who of them would get next. And Mimi had needed very rough sex, much rougher than she and number one had. It was just too damn perfect. 

She walked to the bedroom back and said to Damon, "Darling, I am not sure if there is anything but, Mimi is having fun, or she is doing something with several salvatores and Adam and Charles too. They are laughing and they fucked for a week before. Very roughly as well, and those salvatores, they did not scrub her, they were not jealous but they just competed who get her. "

Damon raised his eyes to his wife, seeing that she was disturbed, and he was thinking. Mariella had these bouts of jealousy and she had not taken Mimi's marks or Mimi's lock of hair very well. She was moody and upset, and it had taken time for him to get her to calm down.

But now when he heard Mimi was having fun with salvatores and men, he could not help feeling jealous of himself. He remembered how they had done that diamond painting as a pack and it seemed that Mimi was learning to work as a pack, but somehow he and Mariella were not included. He knew that he had been petty when he had stopped it. He scanned Mimi's thoughts.

Seeing her shopping with men, they were in her office and having fun, getting curtains, and rugs working as a pack and he felt somehow his rage surfacing. She was so damn happy, planning to rekindle her spark with number two, number four was also finding himself more when he was with Mimi. She belonged to him, not those two.

Mariella came to him, wrapped around him, and kissed him. Trying to calm him down. Mariella had not looked at what she had been doing but Damon had it had been something upsetting. She seduced Damon back to bed. At least for a few days, or even hours. She could feel Salvatore rage coming more on the surface and she was trying to unload him, at least a bit even.

We were ordering stuff late at night and then we went to eat. We would put rooms in order the next day and the rest of the night was time to shop yet, but we had to eat and oh boy, we had fun. Of course, I did not decide what I ate, or how much. I had my husbands doing that for me, but it was fine. This was way too much fun.

Boys were quite talented at finding new shops where to buy stuff and every one of them had their taste and they differed quite a lot. We were joking around and I promised them to do sometimes one spout of drunken shopping, meaning we would get very strong booze, drink, and order.

The more drunk you would get more bizarre your orders would be. And then it was fun because at least I ended up usually that drunk that passed out with no memory of most of my orders and it was part of the game, just to wait for what would come in the hamster warehouse. Several Salvatores were sure that they had better booze tolerance than me and they would drink me under the table. I did not doubt that, but it would be fun to do sometime in the future then. They did remind me that it was not healthy for me to drink heavily, but they would take care of me then when we would have a hangover.

The rest of the night we ordered and then when morning came, we had a substantial breakfast and then we went off making rooms. The pack life was fun and it had been a blast to order stuff. I had not seen Damon or Mariella for that matter and neither of them had spoken anything or been in the kitchen eating and several days went by. I was not even thinking about them. 

I was enjoying myself. My boys were with me, from time to time, helping me and fetching sometimes stuff to me if I needed something. Of course, they were always very protective, and, for example, putting up curtains if the room was a little higher was always that they tried to intervene. I was enjoying this, my companions, too, and they were not afraid to tell their opinions on my choices too. 

We had arguments as well, like they would come, and take something that I had reserved for the particular room but they just said to do one room at a time and not horde half of the warehouse for my upcoming projects. Or Charles, he had the knack to sense what room was my target next and he went there, started to do it, just like he wanted and I was more or less fuming for a while. It had been my project and I had had my vision. It was not always so easy to share.

Mariella had tried to calm Damon down for several days but he was watching Mimi's thoughts and Miss was too happy, she was having too much fun and Damon was jealous. They had too much fun. He could sense those two salvatores through their hivemind, number four was part of it, but he felt different than others. But his love for Mimi came through clear enough. Mariella had no choice but to go to shower with him, watch him dress himself and they went to breakfast first and after that, he would see what Mimi was up to. 

I was putting rooms in order when Damon came to the door. He looked at for a while what I was doing before he spoke. He seemed not too happy.

He told me, "You know, baby, we could do things together sometimes. I know that you have had little helpers here and there. We could have fun, too."

I turned around, just to see Mariella coming along, wrapping herself around Damon and kissing him hungrily. Damon kissed her back. He let his hands wander. He murmured something to her. I guess professing his love for her. I did not comment. I continued to select curtains in this room. I chose bright green with golden leaves on them, took them, got off the ladder, and started putting them up.

Soon I felt strong arms wrapping around me, the scent of apple and Charles's soft breath next to my ear as he hissed at me, "Honey, you snatched this room, fine, you minx. You and the ladder are not a good combo. Come on, let me put them up. These are pretty, by the way. You know I like green, don't you? Will you be a good girl and let me have the next room you are planning? I do know you, so I might just snatch it before you get it. Or if you are too naughty, you know what I can do when I am not so happy. "

His voice was downright dangerous as he spoke to me. I turned a little, I was still on the ladder and I said," Hmm, I can handle this. I got this, so it is for me 1-0 Cornick. I will get these done. No need to worry about me, my love. What comes me being naughty, well it will be a little later on. I have too much fun, way too much fun with my little 1-0 for all of you."

He grunted. Kissed me greedily and for a long time. And I pressed my head to his neck and nuzzled his pheromones. He would never use his pheromones as a weapon against me. I could smell his love for me. He needed to dominate me as well, but we were having too much fun yet. His grip on me was strong, and he did snap a few of my ribs. Then he lifted me down. I watched him put those curtains up. He was one smug bastard as he put those curtains up. But damn good-looking one.

Damon sneered at the door. "So this is our marriage nowadays. Where I am air to you, and Charles is your life, is that so, baby? He seems to be perfect for you. You have always loved his pheromones more than mine. You don't want me, you see me as somekind of monster, I have listened to your thoughts."

I was flabbergasted, but I said," No Damon, our marriage has never been true. Mariella is the one you want. I get bits and pieces of you. You are not the same when you were only with me. Time, Damien, other women, and all the shit did their thing. I am not innocent, but don't you dare to accuse me. Charles has been there for me. He loves me and wants to be with me. He had no one else more important than me. Number two and four love me. I still smell those pheromones, so I know where I stand. Charles has never used his pheromones as a weapon against me. Can you say the same? Most of the things that you have done to me are somekind of the attempt to push your will over me. You don't love me, not anymore. You see me as a challenge, like always. Something to control. You give your honey to Mariella and for me, it is just vinegar."

Damon said, in a poisonous voice, "But didn't I just tell you I want to do something with you? You don't smell everything. It is not so simple that you get to decide who loves you and who doesn't. You don't decide, I do. If I say I love you, you better believe it, bitch!"

I sighed. I was not in a mood, but I was tired of this rat race with him. "Oh, feels nasty when someone does not believe what you say, does it? I know, as it has been with you like that most of the time. You don't believe the word that comes out of my mouth. And didn't Mariella come and wrap around you? You kissed, and I had to watch it again? You profess your love for her. She is right now in your arms, and you accuse me, that I don't want to be with you. Look at yourself and your actions think before you come to my face and accuse me. You are just upset as I have the ability to smell the lies that you spew out of your mouth, your attempts to control me. You don't want me to have anyone. The same goes for Mariella. She wants all the men for herself. The only reason you are here is because either you want to fuck this room or then I am too happy. I have no idea how you see me, but number two, and four, Adam and Charles see me as someone they love, want to be with me, they want to love me, let me feel true love. Something you don't. Do you want me to list what you have done to me since you pulled my mind together? Lesson after lesson: vinegar, Damon, not honey, pure vinegar!"

Mariella was silent. Damon looked at me. Then number four came by. He had my bedsheet packets that I had to ask him to bring me. He put them into bed, came at me, and kissed me. Smelling as my Damon. No spell. He was truly mine. Hungry for kisses, too. He wrapped himself quite tightly around me and he had been a little surer now of himself. He murmured his love to me, letting Mariella and Damon witness what it felt like to see this. 

He had been with me more. He heard the whole thing, and he wanted me to feel his love, to keep me safe. This was truly Damon that I had fallen in love with. The one who I was, more or less their world. He was teaching me to love again. 

I kissed him back and said, "What do you think? Charles is nasty. He is not letting me onto the ladder. He tries to snatch rooms before me."

Number four grunted, and said, "Nice curtains. Give this room some air. And baby, you and ladder, are not a good combo. Baby, I might use a little of my telepathy, to see your ideas and get myself one room too. God, I love you, you know that?"

I kissed him back, and he unwrapped himself, looking at me.

Mariella came into the room. Wrapping herself into number four, and teleported him away. Charles had gotten curtains up and Mimosa was at the door asking Charles to come to see something.

Charles grunted and said to me, "Don't climb any ladder honey, be a good girl. Let's see how gets next room." Then he left. 

I opened the bedsheet packets, and Damon was still there. He came and sat in bed. Looked at me and said, angrily, "So this is personal. You kiss number four, more or less a very unstable version of me, trusting him as he fawns over you, and you make out with Charles but me. Your alpha male gets ice queen."

I looked at him and said, "What do you want me to do, kiss you? Your body language suggests that you do not want me to come near you. You are just watching that I am alone. Making sure that I have no one, that I feel so damn lonely all the time. Like there is no love in the world for me. I do not know what so bad, so evil I have ever done to you for you to be cruel to me. What is my crime that you punish me for a year after year? You don't give me love, not ever. We can have sex, but it is just physical pleasure. I am just one of those pussies, you to use. Not your wife, but someone to use." I had it. I was so bored with being quiet, so I let it out. 

I questioned him, with a pretty angry sneer, "How long my sentence will be, will there ever be a time when you permit me to be happy, or do I just to witness you and Mariella's perfect marriage, a perfect relationship, and be a good alpha female, breed when I am asked to, obey, be a good girl but not enjoy my life. You don't see me as someone worthy of love. My guess is you are afraid of me, not seeing me as a woman, but again as a creature. And then there is everything that Mariella manipulates you to do. You have a problem with me, with my powers. I told you, I was not looking for trouble. I am trying to do what you told me, love in a pack, share, and have fun. But my happiness is something you can't tolerate. ," His eyes flashed with my accusations, but I was right. I was reacting here. 

I was not finished yet. "You always reason your decision that it is a pack benefit, well it is not in my benefit, but I am not really in your pack. Because I am not an energy creature or a witch. I am just chaos, nothing but a womb and some pheromones, one creature you to control and bully. I am nothing to you. You hate me, deep down, you hate me, not love me. It must be hard for you to let Mariella try to get number four back to be a fucking machine, well he is not one. I meant every single word in that letter, and I still do. I do love you, as much as a creature like me can love someone. But my guess is it is still too much for you, so when it will be that you throw me out again?"

Damon said nothing as he turned around and walked away. Damon walked to the living room, took bottles of bourbon, and started to drink. Mimi had once again said truths about things, but still, she was his alpha female and she chose others. He drank, thoughts whirling in his mind, jealousy, possessiveness, his female, his decision. He remembered how Mimi had loved when he had dominated her, bitten her, and he had the right to Mimi.

He drank, bitter thoughts swirling with his rage, combing into a dangerous obsession in his mind where his sense went way out of whack. No empathy, no self-blame, only the need to show her. Control her. Put her in her place once and for all. Put them all in their place. Mariella too. Time of manipulation would end right here and right now.

And Mimi's stubborn refusal of breeding or heat, how she manipulated the entire pack, everyone so Miss could get some free time and didn't have to do her duties as a breeding female. No, no, it was time for change. Now he would show her, he would go in, make her go into heat, breeding heat.

He would breed her during heat, and then they would have a long and prosperous breeding time in the pack. Miss would have no choice but to be pregnant, tend to her cubs, and kittens with the help of the pack and then she would be in line. She would have understood her place and her duties for him. He would show just how he loves her too, how he is the mate, support to her, and father of cubs. And none of those four would come near her. She would be his, only his.

Damon drank and made a plan. The more drunk he got, the crueler he got. He was drunk and lusty and Mariella was busy to make sure that number four, the one who was closest to Mimi, had been all the time, would get once again in good fucking machine mode. It was a little harder since that side had come out fully in number four and no potion would make it go away, because it was meant to be. It was meant to be that Mimi would have one Damon, her Damon in this pack, but he and Mariella, too, saw this as a challenge.

Mariella had explained to him, why these salvatores are fucking machines. That is because they have trauma to be dealt with and sex is the lust pack's way to deal with trauma. Number four was a particular need to fuck because he had in that pen Mimi had signed all of her divorce papers and he had to have witnessed and feel Mimi's, his baby's anguish and sorrow, raw pain that came always when she signed those papers.

That was also the reason why number four wanted to be Mimi. He remembered those times. That had made him ultimately when Mimi had stopped existing burst out, that part of the Damon that Mimi loved, had come to be, permanently and Mariella tried to seduce that version too. He had felt them and Mariella tried to help him cope, to unload those feelings by fucking with the wolves or with her. Mariella was also jealous and no matter how many magic potions she gave him, he still clung to Mimi. 

He was not anymore fucking machine, time had ended and now, he was a new version; he had also a pretty darn cruel side and Mariella felt it soon. Wolves did not want to come near him and Mariella let her jealousy fuel her attempts to seduce this one, but he belonged to Mimi and he was furious and upset about what was happening. Mariella was the perfect victim to learn a few pretty damn painful lessons.