35.

I woke up. I wasn't hurt, and I didn't feel so weak or nauseous. I was in the bedroom upstairs, in the Atlanta house, in the bedroom we fucked in together. This was not the master bedroom but one room that had been fucked quite a bit, although I had remodeled it over time just so there was always something new to fuck.

I still felt quite drugged, but I was deeply grateful that nothing was hurting me anymore and I was safe. I was wearing Damon's shirt. It smelt of him and my long blood red hair was still in a braid. I stretched out in bed, happy that every place worked. 

I knew Bran was now very much on the blacklist, and I really would not fuck him, and I might not even talk to him. I actually didn't understand Bran's whole reaction, and somehow, the whole thing felt so planned. From what I had learned about Bran, he always prepares for everything, and apparently, he has prepared for my abuse. Well, it's good to get back to this reality, so I don't have any illusions that Bran had any more faith in me, but I didn't want to think about the guy. 

What put a grin on my face was that there was no phone or wallet on the nightstand and the approaching footsteps were very familiar. I got ready to seduce my husband, and knowing I had no underwear, I pulled the sheet over me and positioned myself just right so that when the sheet fell off, the view was just right.

The door opened, and Damon stepped in. Oh. He was wearing a peach-coloured silk shirt, sleeves rolled up again, of course, and black leather trousers. This was going to be a challenge. But this was the right room for the job.

 Damon came over to the bed and said, " Do you feel wise now?"

He was holding the sheet.

He looked at me and said, "No seduction, missy, it's time for food - you're still too skinny."

 I smiled and said, " That's usually Samuel's question, not yours. And don't be a killjoy. If I'm skinny, wouldn't stuff help?"

Damon smiled and said, "Samuel and Adam want to see that you're OK. We're our own pack now. Adam pulled us out from under Bran. Bran couldn't do anything."

I nodded and pulled my shirt up better, not yet seduced.

I asked, being curious and then at the same time lazy and not daring to pull out my phone. " How long have I been in care?"

Damon answered while he was now in the closet picking out my clothes." Just over two weeks, we operated on you, and you were in the incubator for about a week, and then I gave you dental work for another week so I could get the tomatoes and cilantro and shit chopped up."

I said, " Oh, so little time, and I'm in this condition because I was a pretty fucking skeleton."

Damon grunted. "You're still a skeleton. You're like 40 kilos, but the visceral puree helps a hell of a lot, and so does Samuel's concentrate."

I nodded, got up, and went behind the screen to put on the clothes Damon had given me. I had gotten this screen here myself and had been fixing up this house when I was on my own.

Damon said, "That's a handy thing to have, so I don't have to run out of here when you get dressed."

I snarled in response. I put on a cherry red dress, a cotton tricot dress, and regular panties — no bra, of course. That wasn't part of it.

When I got dressed, Damon directed me to an antique mirrored table. I'd got it from an online auction and it was beautiful, made of oak, very ornate. I'd had better mirrors put in it and a chair restored.

I'd put quite a lot of stuff in this room, and we hadn't fucked here much since then. He opened my braid, brushed my hair, and started putting it in a coiffure. Damon's hairstyles were always ancient-fashioned, gorgeous, showy and you could tell by his touch that he'd done women's hair and quite a lot in his day, but not quite in modern times. Or maybe his taste was just an old-fashioned antique.

Damon snorted and laughed and said, " Modern women don't always let you do their hair unless you go to the hairdresser, so yes. My talents are ancient, and really, I haven't followed hair fashion that well in a long time, so I always do antique hairstyles, but these suit you, Darlin. So very well. Your beautiful neck really stands out."

Damon suddenly stroked me with his vampire fingernail in my jugular, and I shivered as cold shivers ran down my spine. He noticed my reaction and laughed harshly, " Oh darlin, you don't like it when I come near your neck vein.."

That darlin' word was said in a low, almost stretched, and enjoyable way. I didn't know what it was based on, but it put me a bit on edge to the extent that I behaved a little better. For some reason, I didn't want to upset him.

He finally got my hair done, bent down and bit my neck, drained the stuff, and got my makeup on, though it took several tries.

Then he said, "Well, now you're presentable, baby, come on, and let's go eat."

I stood up, and he held out his arm. Fine, I took it and we walked into the kitchen tightly together. I started thinking and realized that Damon had been really worried about me and had let Adam and Samuel touch me and take care of me, had let them keep me in the incubator for a week before he let his teeth take over. He'd restrained himself really beautifully, and now it was a little unraveling.

Now, he didn't have to share me, and I knew that neither of the men was coming near me for a while. And that was okay. I could spend some quality time with my husband quite happily and let my soul sing.

He'd walk me into the kitchen to eat and drink whatever he was going to carry in front of me. Both men looked at us, but they were setting the table and preparing the food.

I'd got a smaller table for us to eat at, but it was very comfortable and held the food in front of us. Damon took the big plates and started piling dishes for me, as Samuel had brought a big tray full of smoothies in front of me.

So I sipped them, and then I had a huge serving in front of me, my first. Adam nodded, and we went to eat. My stomach had been making so much noise, and I was so hungry I wasn't sure if I'd even wait for permission, but now I had permission, and food was suddenly the main thing in my life. Mimosa was also awake, and she ate at the same time as me. Mirella's coffin still had chains around it, and I didn't know why. 

I started to stuff myself. Adam and Samuel also showed me how to eat it, and then we all started to eat in a race so that I was like a tick by the end, full. Damon, along with the other two men, ate at a steady pace, dispersing a huge amount of food among the four of us.

The serving dishes were emptied and soon they were all empty in the sink, even the reserved dishes on the kitchen counter were eaten away. No one spoke. Now, we were focused on eating, and we were literally like a pack of wolves eating.

This was now a real pack of wolves, and obviously, I don't know if this was our first official meal as just our pack or if this was part of the reason I was okay, but I didn't care. Nothing mattered except that I got to eat. Then I simply couldn't fit a crumb of food in anymore and we all started having the same problem.

We were now ready to sleep and digest food. It was early winter, and I was getting sleepy enough to fall asleep once again. I was safe, sound, and full of food. Life was good. 

 Now I couldn't do anything. I staggered into the nearest bedroom, and Damon came and took me into our master bedroom. He took me to the elevator and up to the top floor.

We went hand in hand again. I yawned quite a lot, and Damon laughed.

He said, " I think I'm going to get some rest now. My God, I ate and ate a lot."

He opened the big black doors that he had replaced in our bedroom, and on the doors was painted in gold paint, a very decorative letter S, like Salvatore. The room now had sky blue duvets, white velvet curtains, gold pillowcases, and blue and violet thick, luxurious bedspread. Damon took off the bedspread and folded it down on the bench at the end of the bed, revealing underneath the dark crimson sheets and duvet covers that were passionfruit yellow. He handed me a nightdress, and I went to the bathroom to change. It was cotton and pink and came halfway down my calf; the sleeves were halfway up my arms. The room temperature was cool, as a bedroom should be to sleep in. I came out of the bathroom while I was still emptying myself.

He'd done it all over again, although not that long ago that I'd done it. The carpets had been changed, and even the hand basins in the bathroom. The Lord had been up to his elbows in showing off his decorating skills.

But I didn't whine against it and just jumped into the big, soft bed to rest and digest my food. I actually thought it was wonderful that he was building his nest in the same way I was. It made this house feel like our house. He stripped himself naked and came to my side, holding me close to him. I curled up in his arms and closed my eyes. Perfect.

 I fell asleep in ten minutes while Damon was snoring at five. I heard his soft snores and felt his muscles relax. I was sleepy myself, but I watched him for a moment. Sleep erased all the worry and stress from his expression, making him look younger and more innocent. Boyish and I felt the need to protect him; well, he was supposed to be the protector, but now I wanted to let him be innocent and vulnerable as he was now in his dream. However, I fell asleep watching him.

I was having dreams. I couldn't remember what, but then the dreams took on a pretty intense feeling, and in one dream, I was in front of the fireplace. It was warm, and Damon was next to me.

We were on top of the bear rug, naked, and Damon's hands were roaming all over my body. We were kissing passionately, and I could feel him pressing me against him; my nipples were prominent and pressed against Damon's chest, causing my pussy to pulse.

His hands were all over my body, and I could feel his hot, thick cock against me. I was quite aroused. I was scratching him, and I heard him take a sharp intake of breath. Just as I had spread my legs and felt Damon move a little, and soon that big thick cock sank into my pussy, I woke up. The dream ended, but reality continued.

 I realized there were already hands under my nightdress exploring my nipples. I had turned over onto my other side so that Damon was behind me now. I could already feel my pussy getting wet, and between my legs, I could feel my husband's thigh. I could feel his enormous cock against my back.

" Good morning, baby; how did you like the dream I sent you? I had to wake you up; we slept for 15 hours, so we are pretty much ready now."

 He noticed I was wide awake and, with his thighs, lifted my leg, guiding his cock straight into my pussy.

I said, "Oh, you didn't let me seduce you; it was your turn now. I'm not complaining, not at all, but I won't submit."

Damon grumbled sexily in my ear and was already fucking me fast. " We'll see about that, you little bitch. You'll submit and beg."

 Maybe I might beg.

 We were on our sides, still, and even if you thought that this position gave me some chance to act, no, he held me still and took it. He fucked me as hard, as rough, and as fast as he could. I felt an orgasm beginning to develop, and my breathing quickened, got heavier, faster. He continued cupping my breasts, fucking me roughly from behind at the same time.

 We changed positions many times, and again, there was no end to our passion. Damon was in control. He made me submit, beg, and explode repeatedly. This we knew. We knew how to fuck like there was no tomorrow.

There are supposed to be good times in life, wonderful moments, and that's what we did. We showed each other what we meant. We were one, always and forever. In that moment, it felt like nothing could ever separate us.

Even though sex was physical, the pleasure we gave each other, the connection we made was spiritual, and it felt like I was living in Damon's head and he was living in mine; I knew Damon so intimately, and I knew what he was feeling.

Our bond was open, and no feeling was denied to each other. Damon faded the trauma of the cage experience from my head again, so it was like a bad dream, and I let it be that way.

After three weeks, we got tired again, and Adam and Samuel had disappeared somewhere. I guess they don't always appreciate our passion. I fell asleep drenched in sweat, fucked to a pulp, and completely happy on top of Damon.

I loved sleeping on top of the men and really pressing my ear to their chest, listening to their hearts still, and hearing that familiar soothing rhythm. Nothing could ever spoil it. Damon had his own bad habits, but oh my god, I loved and worshipped him with everything that came out of me. We were as perfect as could be. My soul sang, had been singing for so long.

But again when I woke up, I woke up alone all velvety and the phone, wallet and ring were on the nightstand, no note. I then decided to go to some gigs to keep raising money because, yes, buying houses consumes money and ordering stuff too is not cheap.

Now, I looked for sniper gigs and took an extensive list of them. They usually had some good money in them. I didn't know why the ring had been left. I really didn't, but now it was time to act again, and I had gotten pretty damn good fillings, so my weight started at 5, and I was fucking happy.