2. Our last Summer.

I became a good dodger. I watched where Damon was and went the other way. I found myself one very dominant Hauptman and let him take me with him. Adam could find caves, and we had a hell of a time in one of them. We were there for three weeks straight. I was lying in Adam's arms, on top of him, exhausted. We'd washed now and then under one waterfall.

I had released one little pheromone, making this our cave, not anyone else. Just for two of us. Adam was more than happy. He might not have caught that right away, but now he knew we had our own cave. He had also put out a pheromone to mark this in his and my cave.

I sighed and asked, "Should we go to the wash to our waterfall?" 

A silky, velvety voice with a damn hard steel in it from the cave mouth said, "Adam can go. Mimi. You're not going anywhere."

Damon. Great. I rolled my eyes. He was not happy that we had our own place, 

I said calmly, "I've dealt with my heat with Adam. I may yet continue. This is our cave, not yours."

I rolled on top of Adam and went in for a kiss. Damon came closer. Some kind of energy surrounded me, and I rolled off Adam. I could smell Damon's pheromones that he was pushing into the air, unconsciously trying to negate mine and take over our cave. 

"Go, Hauptmann, right now," Damon said in a voice that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

Adam skittered away. He stepped a little further, rubbed in fingers in the back of his ears, and then wiped them on the walls of the cave, marking his territory. My hiss was barely audible.

During a heat wave, I usually have an attitude, which was no exception. This one always had to be macho and threatening. You'd think Mariella and Wolves would be enough. If he had talked with Mariella, maybe he would have understood my attitude or then I was just too damn good a challenge for him. 

My voice was low, angry, and oozing disdain. "Really Salvatore? Mariella told me by the way about the breeding, boo hoo, what the fuck is your problem? I was fucking nursing lust. You'd think you'd be happy with me once! This is my cave with Adam. No need to come always and take what is mine!"

This outburst was enough for Damon. In a few strides, he was on me, grabbed my hand, yanked me to my feet, and started dragging me out of the cave. I put on the brakes. My defiance flared up and good. 

"I'll come, Damon, if you don't be a caveman, and try to drag me along behind you."

My voice was tight. I was trying to keep my temper, not let my rage gush out and knock him out cold, even though it flashed in my mind, too. 

Damon's eyes flashed, and not in a good way at all. He was fast as he acted and soon I found myself to be tightly in his merciless grip. He had taken both my hands behind my back and pulled my hair so my head bent back.

"If you, Baby, say one more word or fight me, I'll break your neck." His voice hissed in my ear.

I could feel his hand on my neck. On my vertebras.

Damon rarely called me baby anymore, and somehow, I just knew that when he did, Mr. was not in a good mood. He oozed danger. And irritation too. Dominance. 

For some reason, I hate having my neck snapped. I walked on. Damon directed me to the waterfall. Mine and Adam's waterfall, but I did not think it that way as I did not want my neck snapped. And took me into the water. He had summoned a scrub brush from somewhere, held me, and started scrubbing all over my skin.

I'd been smelling Adam's pear and my strawberry champagne for three weeks. Somehow, Adam's pear merged with my scent and created a whole fresh scent. Adam had bitten me all over and some of his marks were quite damn visible still. He was not so shy of owning me, even Salvatore had tagged me a few times. 

Damon got up and brushed. Brushed. He washed my hair several times and not in the least bit gently. He bit me same time, every single Adam's mark that he could find, no matter how sly had had been, he had nibbled my toes, marking me between my toes, so Damon always ate my toes away, waiting for new ones to grow and bite my foot full of his tags.

Damon had always done this from time to time. He'd never really tolerated the smell of others on me, but it had been almost ten years since he'd last scrubbed me really well, if not more. He scrubbed me once while making this heat, but with this caliber of scrubbing, it has been quite a while. 

Finally, he pushed me to sit in the pond. I was quite sore from everywhere and I could feel my skin starting to heal and properly so.

"Sit there. Don't come out until I tell you to." His voice was still terse, not one bit more friendly or even seductive. 

I decided to be smart now, which meant being nice, and nodded. I could sit in the pond. My heat wouldn't need treatment for a while yet. I had taken so well care of it with Adam. Damon had brought me a wrap-around dress. This was a new dress. I had not seen this before, black base color and big purple flowers to it, white smaller flowers too. It seemed quite long too.

I bundled my hair up, twisting it into a knot. Not perfect, but it would dry there. The dress was cotton, quite a thin fabric, but not any cheap version. It had no belt, but I guess buttons of some sort.

I watched as he spread the dress on the ground and went to lie down on it. He changed into cat form and pushed and wriggled the dress. I thought, "Well, that's certainly hairy."

Even though he was in his black lion form and the dress was black, I could imagine how much he shed his male-scented fur all over that dress and inside of it, not outside but that side what would be against my skin, marking me and that was not something that I wanted. 

He turned back into a human and rubbed the dress against the pheromones on his neck. This again made me a little cranky. Now it would also smell his sweat, heat pheromones, and breeding pheromones. Yuck.

I don't like being scented and owned if I don't want to be. In the Heat, this trait is about as satanic as it gets. I'm nobody's property. I am an alpha female, not some prized possession. From my point of view, I saw us as equals, but Damon saw me as his own property. This was quite a problem.

Then Damon said. "Just get out." His voice was icy as ever.

The dress was wrinkly, and I could smell it. I would not wear that. 

I got out of the pond, and when Damon handed me the dress, I said, "No thanks, I'd rather be naked."

He was fast as lightning. Suddenly, I was on my stomach on the ground. Damon's knee was on my back. My wrists were in his grip.

He asked softly, hissing in my ear, "What did you just say?"

I repeated, "I'd rather be naked than in a cat-hairy, wrinkly dress that smells like a sweaty, horny man."

Oh, how those sentences just poured out of my mouth before I had a chance to think. That is not so good thing always, to come up with my sentences. Damon shifted position slightly, holding me down. His grip on my wrist loosened, but his weight got more on me. I could feel myself being flattened onto the ground more than his weight grew. He changed form. It is a whole different deal to have a full-grown man on your back holding you down, but then when that man changes into an enormous lion, it is not nice as that lion is so darn much heavier creature. 

Suddenly, I felt him grab me by the back of the neck with his teeth. He had changed into cat form. He started to bite with his jaws slowly. His hot breath burned almost to my skin. I was helpless and about to get a lesson on the consequences of my snappy sentences again. I could feel my neck slowly starting to crack. There was a cracking sound as my neck broke. He held my neck in place for a while and then let go. Everything went black.

My sensations came back slowly as my neck healed. It did not take so long. When I started to realize something about my surroundings, the first thing was that I wore that damn dress. I could feel those hairs pricking in my skin, making me itch. Second, what I noticed was that I was in Damon's arms, and he was squirting his scented bump along my back, holding my arms.

I couldn't get anywhere, and when I started to wiggle properly, the soft, silky smooth, fucking dangerous voice of velvet said, " Do you want me to bite your neck off again or are you going to learn some manners?"

I learned those manners pretty quickly and accepted my fate. I had no choice but to be in this extreme owning/scenting session. I could feel his bare cock hard and hot against my back as he deposited a stream of bumps on me repeatedly. I noticed I was already scented from the front.

He scented my hair, and my skin, with his bump. My hair had been let down, and he rubbed his stuff all over my scalp, too. It dried into a sticky, thick mass on my skin. Passionfruit stank. When he had completely covered me, he put me on my knees and changed into cat form and took my neck in his teeth and started to push his cock inside me. My pussy was filled with his bump, too.

He slowly and pleasurably pushed into my cunt. His prickly dick was hard and thick, and his spikes were very prominent. Now, he did this slowly. He pushed to the base, and I felt the bump gushing out of my pussy. And slowly out, the pace began to pick up. I was not gonna fight him. My heat was needing some treatment pretty soon, so I let him help with my heat. He was good at what he was doing. He always is. 

His movements were, sure, strong, possessive, and dominating and I couldn't help it as a great wave of pleasure began to develop inside me. The harder Damon fucked, the more dominant he was with it, and the faster towards the climax I rose. He was pro at this. 

Finally, I exploded and felt him penetrate deep into my womb and start to breed again. The waves went through me again and again. I was panting, shaking—Damon bit the back of my neck, the sides of my neck. I couldn't contain anything; I was his. He was breeding me full of our puppies. Somehow, it was not all bad. Something in me liked the idea of being pregnant or having puppies with Damon, but I guess my neurosis got in the way at times, too.

He held me for three weeks. He fucked in human form, in cat form, and he breed, and he bumped now and then, yes, he bumped internally and hard. My stomach was full more than once. He kept my dress on all the time, and I didn't wash. The stuff would come off my skin in patches now and then. He scented me as well as he possibly could and bred me well, too. I had no idea that even some of these will someday grow. Litter size might be a lot more than wolves had been. 

He finally took that dress off of me and kept it to himself. I had no idea where he was putting it, but I changed into my jaguar form after he had dismissed me and went to see a companion for the rest of this heat. After that, the heat was on for a couple of weeks, which I spent with Charles at the beach. The smell of passionfruit was not going anywhere with me, but thankfully, it did not dampen Charles' enthusiasm. Charles loved to fuck me on the beach, not making love, but as rough and brutal as he could. Just to make fun of that sentence about making love on the beach. 

After the heat, we headed to the Oklahoma house. This was one of Adam's houses, so this had a wing to it. My house in Oklahoma, well, it was quite a bit more opulent than this, but Damon had no time to go through all of my houses. This had been one that Mariella had wanted to see, old school and everything, so maybe there would be interesting energies here, too.