31.Love Me Tender.

My little pheromone was on point when I went to the main house for breakfast. It wasn't, after all, a proper pheromone, an alpha female permitting it to reproduce. It's just a little trick of when to give it. Alone. So you're not with the alpha male at the same time.

I had done my little tricks during this heat and I kept my expression tightly neutral when Salvatore, bursting from his seams, with a blazing expression of anger and annoyance, stormed into the kitchen to have a bite. I did not comment or say anything to him. I was just quite damn happy in the depths of my mind, really smug little bitch.

Everybody came in for breakfast, and I just let that little pheromone of mine lie open, and when everybody insisted on having cat sex outside at the same time, I knew it had gone down just as I intended. And Damon wouldn't know a fucking thing about it.

I knew, and Damon knew, that I was not part of this breeding season and he just had not had time to deal with that yet. I know that he would get mad, probably at some point, but he was quite powerless to do anything about this. 

I swam, ate, and enjoyed for a couple of weeks. What was left of it was fucking in cat form outside. If I looked right, then Salvatore was breeding for a while, many there already. Yep, the pack is making kittens, but I am not. Oh, what a great new attitude. I was not ready for that action yet.

Look after yourself and take care of yourself. The fact was that I had to be anesthetized and fed twice last time, which was the first breeding season of the pack. Either I was overfeeding my pups, or there were so many that my body couldn't handle it. And then that year, and all of those litters, my alpha females grief over her dead cubs, even though she knew that there was no hope, she was the mother, and she felt so damn deeply.

And when I don't have a support person, especially when we are doing the puppies simultaneously. I would need my rock, my safety, meaning Charles to be with me quite all the time, and Damon to be jealous and possessive. He would not allow it, nor wolves, because those two could be quite damn jealous and demanding when pregnant.

Trusting Damon and his support was the surest way to hell. And I don't want to lie in Damon's lap trusting, believing, and enjoying that we could be something, only to get shit in my eyes as soon as the obligatory evil is done with me. 

I'll skip it this time and see if I care next time. This is also a little lesson to Salvatore that I'm not quite as easy as he thinks I am. That I would fall into the same trap twice. Yes, he was probably horrified and upset by what I went through, but since I'm not Mariella, it would have only been for a moment.

Just as he knew what happened, it does mean that he actually went through it; they had not an idea what it was, day after day, pain, those sensations, talking, touching, feeling those cubs inside me, being messed up by drugs all the time so damn helpless. I would never tell them. Or let them feel because none of them were strong enough. This was just my burden to bear. 

Damon's priority is Mariella. He would care for me just the most necessary time of nursing, caring, and then going back to Mariella. Making sure that I would behave. I made it easy and just let him be with Mariella. My little pheromones will tie wolves tightly to Damon too, making them a breeding family of sorts.

I'll have to start seducing Charles at some point, then, once this heat is off. Now, maybe we'd have time and opportunity when I wasn't bitten full of passionfruit-scented marks. Let's see if I can make them help me unload this power inside me.

The truth is, I still can't trust Damon the way I should be able to. If he fucks up my panels, takes one look, and does nothing about it, then so be it. Let him take care of whoever he wants. He did not care for me, not like that part of him used to.

When the heat was over, Mariella was exhausted. She felt she was almost pregnant. This had been the strangest heat so far, and she didn't understand these moods at all. She had no idea that Mimi was behind this.

For the past two weeks, Damon had been breeding the three of them, and Mariella didn't know if it would take much more for them to get on the radar. Somehow, she knew that Mimi would not breed, and damon knew that too. He had accepted it, and she just did not know why it was that.

The radar came when she was pregnant. It was a sort of panel, and the kittens could communicate in it. For example, when Mariella's last pregnancy discovered she had quite a few wizards and witches, she made a potion to bind the cubs' powers. The radar came with quite a few swear words, like a naughty mummy. Similarly, when the kittens were sucking energy or doing something Damon didn't like, he might give them a flank to put them to sleep.

Then there was naughty daddy. The radar was given when pregnancy was certain, and that was the best way to know. Damon would have his own radar where he would notice if cubs were at least distressed. Then he usually acted. Mariella was excited about the next litters of kittens, too. They were babies for such an incredibly short time. 

The cubs were fun to take care of if there weren't too many, and then the whole making and planning of the puppy room. It brought her and Damon so together. Damon loved every one of his puppies, he could tell.

Then we went back to the French vineyard, and Damon started working on the puppies. First, he would impregnate females. All three went to one bedroom to have fun and get pregnant.

Damon just looked at me and said, "You are not breeding one, so I won't even try. Waste my time so you can do whatever you want."

He walked away from me, not even asking me or showing any emotion to me.

I went to Charles. At first, I made him take four units of enzymes in a way that Colin had told me. Charles put those enzymes in the freezer. They would survive there better than at room temperature. 

I said to him," This will sound very weird and strange, but I wonder can you and Adam can help me with one thing. "

Charles sat opposite me and asked, "Well, what do you need? I will try to help you in any way I can and Adam too as we have now spare time." 

I said, "Well, you know me, how I am never reacting, and ever since that shed session that Damon did, I have felt this vortex, this power inside me, and I feel like I am about burst at my seams and I would need pretty rough treatment to get it unloaded. You know, when Damon came and started to put Wildcat down, this power reacted. It started to come to the surface."

Charles frowned and said, "What do you mean, how can we help, wildcat is not good to come out."

I shook my head and said," No wildcat, but I need you to get really rough and dominating with me. I will fight back, but you will have to win me. Fuck me to bits and we will see what this is about. I need some way to unload and I am afraid that I will need quite a bit of pain and dominance for this power to unload."

Charles smiled quite damn deceptively and said, "Well, Adam is ready and I have my little toy little bitch. Let's see what this will be."

Something in his voice woke my power up. I nodded, looking at my husband, my eyes hot, and said, "Yeah, just like that, but let me show you first, make you in a mood, so to speak."

I stood up; we were still on medbay and I had one quite sharp pair of scissors in my hand; I went to Charles, and struck them in his belly, twisting them. Making Charles take a dagger somewhere, and stab it in my belly. I could feel the power now rising. I could still hold it off, but not much longer.

Charles teleported us to one room, and I kicked him, sensing Adam near me, turning to him, kissing him brutally, and stabbing scissors in his heart, whispering to him, "I just broke your heart, Hauptman.."

I had no time to react when Charles took hold of my hair, yanking my head backward, and slicing my neck, while Adam had a nasty long dagger and sank it into my chest, twisting. Power burst forth. I could no longer control it. I used my rage, hitting either one of them. They attacked me, undressed me, and themselves, too.

They used spells in me, calling to that power, sucking it onto themselves, fucking me to bits in the process. That room was soon quite damn bloody, but now they had little idea how to get my power out and they tested variations on things that made it react. It helped so damn much and I just could not control this flow of power.

It was bursting so deep within me; it had been fueled by all that shit that I had gone through over the years and it took several days for them to get low enough. I felt still a loose power inside me. I had no idea what they were doing. I was quite limp, when Adam came, lifted me in his arms, and carried me into the bath. Some sort of herbal bath. It was wonderfully hot, and soothing but kept this galaxy very active inside me still. 

I could see them changing the bedding, making cleaning spells to clean our blood out of the floor and walls, maybe from the ceiling, too. I had never felt this kind of sensation; I knew that I had quite a lot of this power, but this was now in so little pieces that violence was not the answer to getting this power out. This bath made me feel quite damn horny, too. 

Then Charles come and picked me up from the bath, carried me to bed, and put me on my back starting to dry me up, Adam dried me up and they started to tease me with those towels, I had no idea that corner of towel could've so damn effective to make me want to fuck and hard. After a very long and good drying, both of them came at me and we started to fuck. It made the loose power seep out of me.

Our fucking was passionate, they were still extremely dominating mood and it make this power come out so much better. I could feel them loading them up with my power, brief spells in my skin that lured my power out in the open, making them stronger and better, too. I had no idea how long we were fucking. I just fell asleep in the middle of them, feeling so blissfully empty.

That vortex was gone for now. We had already made a pact that this was our thing and no Salvatore, no wolves, and definitely no Mariella would ever know about this.

When I woke up, I felt like a new woman. There was an enormous bunch of flowers on the table next to the bed, a little card attached to it, "Our love, come eat once you are awakened."

I smiled, stretched myself, went to shower, dressed myself, in clothes that were left for me, and went to the kitchen where the entire pack was eating breakfast. 

A week had gone by, and Damon got the other females to come on the radar. Mariella, once again, was his priority. After breakfast, life was so wonderful. The boys were in such a good mood.

I was helping the wolves, giving them meat and treats. I did all the little things all the time. Let's see where this breeding season will take this pack. I had no problems because I did not breed. It had been an experience, but like Mariella, who radiated, kept her hand in her belly, and enjoyed being pregnant, I was not jealous. If I would never do any more cubs, fine by me.