28. Dub-I-Dub.

I went back to the kitchen, gathered myself an enormous basket of goodies, Coca-Cola, Palma, white wine, and a few jugs of blood, and teleported to my nest. I watched the programs and enjoyed myself. I went to get some more here and there. Had nice hot bubble baths, pampered me. 

After five days, I told Damon," 1-0, Salvatore 1-0." I got no reply. I did not expect to have one, but I hoped they got my message right across and stopped bothering me. 

I was just about to go to the kitchen to get more treats when Mr. Cornick walked up and saw me glowing with smugness. I had not tasted coffee but oh, boy did have my treats brought from Moldova a few times now. I had just finished the last of my jugs of blood and I was lazily thinking about having some more. Charles oozed danger, almost as if he noticed my state of mind. He reacted always to my smugness.

He stopped and said, "You are so smug. Why on earth, again, you have had to be yourself and give up the fleas." 

He came at me, pressed me against the wall, and pushed his legs between mine so I spread mine. His hot, firm body was right against me. He nuzzled my neck, sank his fangs, and drained me, not too much as I had made my blood quite potent. 

I said, "When you're good, you're good with it. Let's just say I made a little 1-0 to the Salvatores. Just a little one."

My voice was a little breathless as this naughty one had made strawberries and champagne smell in the air.

Charles smiled, his bloody lips smirking at me, and said, voice now dark and dangerous, "Tell me more. I love to hear 1-0 stories like that. You are a naughty little bitch, your blood is exquisite."

He kept me against the wall for a little moment and then stepped just one step, letting me move. 

I went into the kitchen with my basket and started to gather my things. Oh, that salted salmon was lovely. I was trying to focus on getting my food but my vortex; had begun to be a little restless too, saw the sharp knife on the table and I had to control myself. I took the bigger packet of my salmon.

Charles looked at it and said, "Isn't that raw salmon? It's not that good. Raw fish, yuck."

I took a little slice and put it in Charles' mouth, and he tasted it and said, " That's pretty fucking good. You're such a little mouse, always finding new treats. Oh, that Mimi. I think I'll follow you and that basket wherever you go. And if you have that need, oh honey, I am ready."

He took his dagger, slicing my arm. The vortex got stronger, and my eyes heated up. This specimen was quite greedy.

I looked at my husband intently and said, "Damon still hasn't learned how to get me lit. I like honey so much better than vinegar, and that man is sometimes full of vinegar. He saves his honey for Mariella. He threatens me, by Mariella's orders, and neither of them well. I am not sure if they just don't remember or, that I am a pretender, I can see through lies. So if Salvatore tries to sell me his little threats as sex play, not gonna work. I know better."

Charles grunted and said, " And I love it when I get to taste your honey, my love. I can give threats, and orders if I want to too and you know you will obey me, right, honey?"

Now there was this steel in Charles's voice that I did obey. He meant what he said; he was not always lovey-dovey as Mariella seemed to think, but this one, oh boy, knew how to make me obey.

I filled up my basket and took a packet of salted salmon with me, the prawns still on the ice. I was trying not to take that damn knife, sank it into his gut, and make him push me over the threshold. The temptation was almost too much. 

I had drunk wine and soda again and a couple of small bottles of very strong liquor I took so I could get Charles in a fantastic mood, crystal glasses, ice cubes. Charles was looking at me now with his eyes about to fire, and I could smell his apples more clearly. I still had his marks on me. Even on my pussy, and I was ready to get some more. I was loaded with seduction and this would be quite an intense time for us. He touched the dagger in his belt, like to say, "Do not go in there, I make the rules."

It is easy for Damon and Mariella to assume, it really is as they see us fucking that it is just what it is, but we have a lot of our little rituals that we do in everyday life and it took time for them to have the courage to continue of doing them, as they are almost little too intimate to do public and these two did not want Mariella or Damon to witness them as it would lead another bout of jealousy and Drama. I love our mating rituals, our brief touches here and there and it was seduction slow, but it was our thing. Do it slowly and it gave me an idea about what I could make of this gorgeous creature to make for me. 

We were rarely as passionate, to say it politely as Damon and Mariella, meaning it was rare for us to have quickies against the wall or in the shop. No, for us it might be a whole lot of seduction going on all the time for breakfast, for example. 

Mariella said to Damon, "Fucking 1-0, you fucking little bitch. And now it's probably going to be Charles and Adam again soon, as they seem to be the only ones that bitch will take. We are so damn weak."

Damon stroked his wife and said, his voice was dark, disappointed a bit too, "Mimi just showed she knew what she was talking about. We're all too easy, we can get fucked almost anywhere, and yes, the miss is just now seducing a Cornick, and when I don't learn. When you ain't Mimi and Mimi ain't nothin' like you. She had a point, and I just did not listen to her."

Mariella said, "Thank God I'm not like her, but what's your point?"

Damon looked at his wife and said, "I know you get wet the minute I'm the least bit dominant, half-threatening, and, well, you know it. When I mean it. But Mimi doesn't. When I never remember that with her, you must take a different attitude. If you threaten Mimi, she feels threatened. She told me back the hell off from threatening her and I must admit, I was not actually seducing her. I was pissed off, angry, and jealous about those bloods." His expression was somber.

Damon continued, "She doesn't retaliate. Mimi has had so many bad threats, some from my mouth, that she doesn't take them as a sex play. She defends herself and drives us to fuck, but Charles knows how to seduce Mimi just right. He is dominant but not threatening in the wrong way. They have their rituals. I just snatched one thought from her mind, and again, I am jealous and angry and I want to go in there and ruin their bliss. That's why Mimi is always with them when they know how to seduce her. They have those freaking rituals, slow seduction, and I just take you and fuck you. I do not even know how to seduce Mimi, I don't. Not anymore."

He was now almost defeated, feeling a little down like he knew they had grown apart with Mimi. 

Mariella said, " Oh, I never even thought of it that way, but it's obvious now when you put it that way. Since I'm not Mimi, I couldn't understand why she wasn't turned on by you either. Not at all. Well, it is what it is. Let them get together if they can get Mimi all hot and bothered. You're gonna turn me on, honey. I don't need any rituals to get hot. I am ready and willing just to be taken."

Damon looked at his wife. He was jealous of them. He wanted to ruin that seduction, drive them apart, and make sure that they didn't end up together. But could he make Mariella jealous, too?

Then he said, "You don't want to go and spoil their idyll when they're drinking booze and eating treats. Then Mimi's got a couple of bottles of booze, and Charles is getting pretty wild. Are you sure, darling? Charles had a dagger with it, and now I am not sure why. I feel like there is a secret, but what? Both of them have hidden it from me."

Mariella looked at her husband and saw that he wanted to go and break the perfect seduction that Mimi must have had in mind. He was jealous, feeling left out. Mariella understood it was a blow to his ego as Damon told her a lot about his past, where he had once been titled the world's best lover, the best seducer, the man who could get anyone. He wanted those rituals to stop or then do them to do Mimi too. 

Mariella said, " Fine, let's go and see and study. How to seduce a lady. And make sure that rituals are not just theirs."

They went to shower, got dressed, and went off to find Mimi's nest.

Damon had said nothing, although he had snapped Mimi's head around the idea of the nest, where he was now taking Charles. Mariella's reaction would be more genuine and impressive.

I walked ahead, spun around occasionally, and admired how Charles walked like a panther. He came to me, pressed me to the wall, and sliced with that damn dagger but not yet put there his herbs. That predatory nature was something so magnificent I knew I was wet, and I could see by the look on my husband's face that he could smell it.

He was coming for me, but he was not threatening me, not anything else than unbridled passion in our nest. Then I turned around again and continued towards our nest. He could be rough and brutal, and I could see from his gaze that it would be rough, but I was more than ready. Vortex was ready. 

I had been there these few days, and I was determined to share it now with this husband of mine who doesn't even care if I make nests, even though Charles has always known what the nests were and what I did in them. He doesn't have the same problem with it as Salvatore.

I had no idea how many times he did it, in our way, murmuring something dark in my ear, the sharp sting of that dagger, but he liked to do this slowly. Prepare me, just as he had prepared me during the karaoke. We were getting closer to my nest. 

They don't even mean the same to me anymore. They are just very nice rooms that I have made entirely to my taste. My places where I feel like home. Nobody in this pack likes pink so much that they go for it, and then when they smell of me. It's another thing Damon can't stand.

For some reason, I shouldn't have my place, but everyone should be in the pack, and yet the whole pack knows that Damon and Mariella have their room in every house, and no one goes in there. Not anymore. This alpha is making her rooms everywhere and letting her scent be on them.

We got to the door of the room, and I opened it. I was pretty damn riled up and it would take me some serious self-control if this one would continue to do his slow preparation for me during my little play. I let Charles come in, too. It was a pretty good-sized room with a lovely gigantic bed and a huge TV embedded in the wall at just the right distance from the bed, so the viewing experience was just perfect. There were Persian silk carpets as road trip treasures, and I had made this a pink, fuchsia nest of comfort.

It didn't scream sex den, but there was no such prohibition sign here. I was willing to consecrate this with my husband. Charles walked into the room, and I closed the door in the meantime. I put the contents of my basket in the fridge I had also stocked for this room and put the bottles of booze in the freezer so they would be super cold. Charles wouldn't know what hit him if I gave him a couple of shots.