7. My Way.

We drove for an hour and arrived at our destination. I exited to car. Gareth was walking toward us. Then his face lit up when he saw me. He walked with a limp. Well, most of his left leg was artificial, and the damage had been on his right too. So this had been a long recovery for him before he got his mobility back.

It had been one explosion gig, with Jake and Rob back in the day, and it had gotten awry. I had gotten Gareth stabilized with my blood, but even my blood could not grow his limbs. He had retired once it had been clear that he was not gonna cut it in field missions. He did not want to be a desk jockey, seeing missions but not being able to take part, so he left but was not bitter. Just accepted his fate and lived the life of the farmer.

I said to him, "Well this is my pack nowadays, Adam and Charles you know, Damon too, there was Damien, he was ripped out, and the woman is Damon's new wife mariella, second wife as I am still hitched on him too."

Gareth grunted and gave me my personal scanner, he kept this just for me. There were my payment details and everything else too, but I was not gonna say that to Damon. 

I started walking towards the game meats and took the scanner with me. My scanner was different than others, but I kept it quite cleverly hidden so it would not be so noticeable. Gareth didn't even introduce himself to the rest of the pack, but walked alongside me and discussed them.

I started to explore the game meats. Soon, I felt Damon pressed up against me, nuzzling my neck and grabbing the scanner from my hand. He pulled me under his arm and held me against him. His grip was quite tight. While introduced himself to Gareth, who then understood to go and introduce himself to the others. Damon looked at my scanner, seeing my details in it. 

"Old friend, Baby?" Damon asked.

His voice was silken soft, but there was again that pleasurable edge, waiting for some kind of slip up from me.

"Yep, one Flea. He is alive because of my blood, but his left leg and quite a big part of his right are artificial, or scarred. He could not be field, so he left. Gareth is a good man."

Damon's grip tightened. Charles approached, and Damon handed the scanner to Charles.

He said to Charles, "Make sure that this is for now our pack's scanner and those details should be changed. As I am Mimi's legal guardian and pack leader, it is my job to pay."

Charles looked at the scanner, frowned, and sharply looked at me, too. He was not too happy about Gareth too, as he had not been on many missions with him. I was not sure if Adam had been either. Damon was silent as we passed the meat crates. His arm was around my shoulders.

After a moment, Damon let go of me. He went to see Mariella. I took a few steps and straightened my dress, which was so unfortunately short, and tried to assume a neutral stance. I pulled my hem as down as possible as Damon's grip had it made rise slightly. 

Damon said to Mariella in his mind when he walked with Mimi, "Just a flea. Did you see how he didn't even introduce himself but hung around Mimi? And the lady is completely innocent. Oh, how I'd love to show her. Charles doesn't trust him either and Adam, I am not sure yet. "

Mariella said, "Why don't you show to her, think what Mimi doesn't want you to do, and do it? Show her she belongs to you. You can do whatever you want now, publicly too, and she has just take it. It might cool off that guy, too. I assume Mimi has let on that guy that your relations are not close."

Damon thought for a moment, then said, "What do you mean?"

Mariella said. "Let Mimi go for a moment, and you'll see."

Damon let Mimi go. He walked up to Mariella.

Mimi plucked herself like a bird, straightened her clothes, and pulled her hem down as low as she could, then assumed a polite, businesslike look and demeanor. On farms, you should behave. She touched her hair and walked, not sexy at all. She was trying to walk so her hips wouldn't sway that much.

Mariella said, "See now? She wants to behave here, not be too frisky. Test it- Go and kiss Mimi passionately."

Damon grinned at Mariella and then did as he was told.

I was trying to examine the different parts of the sheep and negotiate with one quite irritated Charles when Damon came up behind me again, wrapped his arms around me, turned me over, glued his lips to mine, and started kissing. He thrust his tongue into my mouth and dripped tongue hormone, so I couldn't help but suck his tongue out quickly and efficiently.

His hands ran up my legs, almost lifting my hem. His grip was possessive, and the kiss took forever. 

"I have no panties, for God's sake, and this one doesn't remember!" I thought. I was helpless if he decided to show that fact to Gareth. I thought about what would Gareth think of me then. Mighty flea, walking in just a skimpy leather dress with no underwear and being kissed, almost dizzy.

Eventually, he broke away, lazily walked over to Mariella, and repeated the act. Mariella was equally enthusiastic. She had underwear, at least.

Soon, Damon slammed Mariella's back against the wall, unzipped his jeans, and started fucking her. I tried not to look and went to look at the veal, so I wouldn't have to watch that. You can fuck at home, but you can fuck in public and in front of some friend. I was ashamed.

I went to see exotic meats in the deeper part of storage, seeing Gareth looking at the mating couple. "Sorry about that Gareth," I thought in my mind.

Damon fucked deep and hard. Mariella was shaking with every thrust and just whimpering. She could feel herself about to explode again. And she exploded, and again, for the third time, Damon slammed into her and went off with a roar.

This little display was meant to disturb Mimi again. And well, it did. Mimi had gone deeper into storage, to look at rarities. Not telling Charles or Adam about them. She had a scanner in her hand again. 

Mariella said, " What do you think if you do the same to Mimi? But you take it from behind, and you can take it anywhere you want when you go and take your Alpha female. "

Damon smiled. That idea had merit, but only on the orchard. There, he would take Mimi many times. He strode towards Mimi, gesturing to Charles to go and see the young lady who was perusing some crates on an isolated part of the storage. So those had been preserved for her. They were frozen. 

I was looking through some meats that Gareth had frozen for me when Charles, Adam, and Damon came all there. Damon took Gareth a little further away and talked to him, and same time Adam and Charles scanned the meats and took my scanner away from me again.

Charles directed me to walk to the car saying, "Unless, honey, you don't want your blood sugar to drop by Salvatore. I suggest you make your way to the car." His voice had promise in it.

Fine, no need to threaten me with a flank. Besides, he did not have flanks with him, only much worse.

On the way to the orchard, my sides hurt a little. I sat in the car. Cursing to myself and hoping this damn air would not come out, out loud at least. The air, I thought, some foodstuff doesn't hurt again. Well, it will come out of there. I rubbed my side and felt, no wait, what was that? I examined it again and again. They were all along the side. Both ribs are full and quite big at regular intervals. Those damn test results. It can't be, it can't fuck be. Cubs, I was pregnant. 

We arrived at the orchard. I was still in shock. The farmer looked like Tyler Loechin in a black leather jacket and always wore a little dangerous haze. He was a werewolf, too. What a 1-0 to Salvatore. I was thinking about how in god's name I am gonna do this. Will he help me at all? Do I have to do this just myself, in secret, because some instinct told me that would be a good idea too?

I got out of the car and kept my expression neutral as I approached the farmer, who was walking towards us, smirking as he saw me. I had worked with him once, so we knew each other. He introduced and welcomed us all, to taste and enjoy his fruits. 

I tried not to feel my side. Did Damon know? Was this an accident? I'm probably the only one. Well, I'll just have to see where this goes. My body is what it was. And somehow I knew that this would be bigger than wolves litters.

I went to taste the strawberries. I got closer and admired them. They had many varieties, including bounty, polka, senga sengana, malwina, and lots of others. I took one strawberry in my hand, a big, juicy Bounty, took the top off, and was about to put it in my mouth when I felt Damon pressing right against me.

Taking that strawberry into his own mouth, murmuring to my ear sexily, lazily, "Sure baby, you can feed me whenever you want."

I felt Damon pressed against my back once again. I heard the sound of the zipper being pulled, too. He lifted my skirt and spread my legs a little, and started to push into my cunt. His hand held my body in place, and the other hand was on my hip. After he had gotten a little sunk inside me, that hand took my wrists and held them in place.

The huge cock kept spreading my ever-ready cunt and sinking deeper and deeper. He pushed all the way to the bottom and started to move slowly at first, barely at all. Then, more fiercely, with wider thrusts. His heated grunts and growls echoed in the air. The scent of our passion mingled in the air too, creating a heady cocktail of lust and love.

I started panting. I knew I was coming, my legs trembling as the magnificent climax approached harder and harder. Damon started nibbling my neck from behind. He was now at full power, still fucking me against him, flattening me. A geyser of pleasure began to erupt from the base of my pussy, where it spread to my stomach.

 Wave after wave made me shudder. Damon was getting excited as I milked and milked. Soon, I came again, and Damon was supporting me now because I felt like my legs were jelly. He gave no mercy as fucked me bits in front of this farmer, the pack, and other people who were looking for berries and fruits.

When the third orgasm hit me, Damon pushed up to my core and had his own release. He sunk his teeth into the side of my neck, biting into my pheromone gland hard, as he shot and held his jaws in my neck, biting hard, until the last hot splashes had gotten where they needed to go. Finally, he pulled out of me, but still held me in his grip.

And a good thing, too, because I would have spilled jelly on the ground. He licked the mark he'd made, a nibble. The mark stung, and I knew he had me now, once again, properly possessed as his alpha female. I just wondered, did he know he was about to be a daddy? He might not be pleased about that. 

Mariella was pleased not only had Damon put Mimi in her place by taking her in public but had now, at last, finally taken Mimi as his alpha female in public. That mark was right about shining in her neck too, and Damon's scent had been fully embedded into her strawberry.

Mariella was curious, though. Mimi had had a very contemplative look on her face since they came to the farm, and Mariella wanted to know exactly what Mimi was up to. Like she had been surprised, and unsure, and she might keep something secret from Damon.

Damon had now released Mimi, and Mimi was off to explore the currants. Mariella had never tasted currants. She approached Mimi. Mimi tasted a little bunch and moved on. There were several varieties on those too.

Damon finally let me go when he was sure I could stand on my feet. I wondered in my mind what kind of puppies or whatever were in there. I imagined various horror scenarios ranging from deformed to dead, beautiful pups. I still couldn't believe that a new life was growing inside me, so ready. Quite a few new lives, in fact.

I kept my hands to myself, controlling my urges to feel them again. Something in me was thrilled, fulfilled, and wanted this, and then again, my experiences and miscarriages had left their marks on me. Some part of me was afraid that I was just not supposed to have offspring.

I wondered if I should have an ultrasound or take an X-ray. Would that be harmful to the kittens? How far along am I in the gestation period? I knew it was eight weeks, but it was about a good five weeks from the end of the heat. Was there any harm from the sedative? I had tried to eat, but how did my nutrition change during pregnancy? Would it show on Damon's radar if he opened it?

I didn't even notice when Mariella came on. I was tasting gooseberries. One of my favorites.

Her voice was low, curious, and somehow a little respectful, as she had seen me first-time as a proper alpha female. Again, my mind wandered to whether she somehow sensed my blessed state.

She said, "Mimi, well wow, what a performance. I can't think of anything else to say. Oh wow, what a mating Mark. Damon really owned you now and took you over. What are you thinking? You've been so thoughtful the whole time?"

I wondered for a moment if I should say, what if I'm not pregnant? What if it's just some new physiological organ? But then I felt such a definite rumble on my left side that there was no doubt.

Mariella rubbed her side casually. Quite high up, too. OMG. She mustn't have to. I figured now I had to proceed with caution. If she didn't know, then it would be Damon's job to tell. If she did know, then it would be my job to know, anyway.

I tried to think of a very subtle way of asking, "Oh, I don't think anything so special, just thinking about those old test results and what should I eat. There were quite a lot of deficiencies. Oh, you have a sore side? "

I tried to be casual. Mariella furrowed her eyebrows with her hand still on her side. " Yeah, I think I have air or something. I feel full. Digestion troubles. Maybe I should get some warm bump in my belly. It soothes my tummy usually."

I looked at Mariella. She didn't know. I thought to myself, "You have a lot more in your belly than need of a bump. Bump won't help in this."

I retreated to a more hidden shade and motioned for Mariella to follow. "Now I don't know what to make of this, but there were other abnormalities in my blood work. I took wide panel, hormones too, and there was an indication that... "

I took Mariella's hand and placed it on my side. I moved it, and one of the pups moved in a very recognizable way.

Mariella stiffened, and her eyes widened. "You, you, you ...."

I replied, "I'm pregnant or carrying. My test results indicated it. I had tried to palpate myself but hadn't felt anything until now, and I was almost sure earlier that those results were just errors. I discovered it at the last farm, and now I don't know if our sweet husband knows he's going to be a father. I am not sure if he is happy with me at all."

Mariella took my hand and put it on her side. There was a rustling. Cub moved under my palm. 

"Double daddy," Mariella said quietly.

Her expression was surprised as this was a full-on surprise for her and she had no idea how to deal with this. Hormones and all.

I said, "Wolves have had pups before, so I guess they know if they are pregnant."

Mariella thought for a moment and said, "Nope, these little ones have hidden themselves in the magic. Now they want mommies to know," Mariella remarked, with a little bit of sharper voice, "Excuse me, I'm going to have a little chat with Salvatore."