4. All For Love.

My voice had a husky tone as I seduced one of my many husbands. Yes, I had fourteen of them, living in a harem of males. It was wickedly fun, being a hot-blooded supernatural woman with a healthy libido. I didn't mind sharing the men with other females since we had fewer females than males in our pack - six females and twenty-four males. There were companions for everyone.

Currently, I was pregnant, and although I wasn't a creature of lust but rather a creature of love, my body still had its needs. Just ten minutes ago, I had shared my dirty fantasy with my husband, Damon, who was number two among my husbands. His response heated me up even more.

His jeans strained painfully as he whispered huskily, "Keep it going, baby girl, and this swing will soon be sanctified." My story became even more explicit.

We were sitting in a comfortable, large swing while the rest of the pack toured the grounds of our mansion in Maine before heading inside. Soon, it would be time to eat, and I knew my meal was waiting for me. Unless our passion kept us busy, that is. I had no idea how much longer the rest of the pack would be touring.

Meanwhile, my hand wandered under Damon's shirt, using my nails to rake his chest as I continued telling my story. I could feel his heart rate increase under my palm, his chest moving with slightly faster breaths. Lust was shining in his eyes, and this was our thing - taking it slowly, half the fun being the teasing, seeing how long we could go on, and how hard it would be.

My pussy was as wet as ever, and even though I was wearing jeans, I knew they would be damp or wet too. Damon's hand was wandering under the hem of my t-shirt as he yanked it free from my jeans. Lost in each other's gaze, we failed to notice the pack emerging from the other side of the house. It was only when Mariella's gleeful screams pierced the air that we finally took a breath.

Damon muttered, "God damn, what timing! But this is part of the fun."

He leaned in and kissed me like no other, his hot hand finding my breasts and nipples as he grew more confident, igniting me to rake his back with my nails. 

"What on earth are you two doing on that swing, Mimi? You naughty minx, you've completely seduced him," Mariella chided, walking closer as our passion consumed us, resulting in a fervent and passionate kiss unlike any other.

I allowed it to happen, going with the moment. It wasn't me who pulled away, but number two.

Finally, he panted, resting his forehead against mine. "My god, baby, this is hard but..."

I nodded, and he adjusted himself to sit better, only for Mariella to come and sit on his lap.

As she felt the heat and hardness straining against his jeans, she exclaimed, "Oh wow, looks like you're ready for..."

Number two smirked and said, "We were just about to sanctify this damn swing when you interrupted us."

Number one chimed in, "Sanctify, hmm? I offered that too, but she declined. Naughty alpha female, I see."

I played innocent, but Wulfe's knowing smirk let me know that he may have told Damon about my plans to choose who I wanted and let Damon be with Mariella, effectively challenging him. Well, let's see what this brings.

If Damon tried to control me, I had a few ideas on how to make him work with me, not against me. And I knew it wouldn't be easy to get Mariella to work towards getting him. The snowball had been set in motion, and with my powers, this could be quite fun. Damon came towards me and pulled me to my feet, wrapping his hand around my slightly thicker waistline, pressing me tightly against his hot, hard body.

He whispered in my ear, "Oh, naughty baby, caught seducing number two. Tsk tsk, I'll teach you, my love, what happens to naughty little kittens around here."

I could feel the evidence of our actions on his jeans as he pressed his hips firmly against me. I maintained my innocence, even though my own jeans were soaked. The flare of his nostrils told me that he was well aware of my state. 

He kept me close to him as he gently let me go, and we began to walk inside the house.

Damon said, "First, let's eat, and then we can explore the mansion. The kitchen is calling."

As we walked, he was quiet, but then he murmured in a husky voice, causing me to blush intensely. "Oh baby, I hear every little detail. I promise you, I have those racks ready sooner than you can imagine. You'll be utterly helpless, feeling the sharp crack of my flogger hitting your lips from behind."

He even gave me a visual image, making me even more excited. My face was hot and flushed, and Mariella giggled when she saw me.

She walked up to us and said, "Suck it up, Mimi. When you seduce one Salvatore, you seduce them all. By the way, a nice thing you have going on. Count me in. The way you describe my body and what he was doing to me... well, let's just say I'm not sure what's growing in the yard."

Number two smirked, knowing he had pushed my fantasy forward. Oh my God. Now the whole damn pack thought I was in heat or something. Fine, it was time to create a distraction.

We walked into the kitchen. It was pink, with rose quartz countertops and a modern yet cozy feel. The latest machines were neatly lined on a few counters, and of course, our large stainless steel fridge was here too. But there were also two other fridges, retro red ones, where I kept drinks.

As Damon and the others began to examine the shelves and the type of plates and utensils, I quietly walked out through the backdoor into my summer kitchen. I had a large table here as well, along with a pit, a big fridge, and a walk-in freezer filled with meats. I went to one cabinet, grabbed some huge plates, put them on a cart, and pushed the cart near the pit.

The pit was like those found in other houses, a large outdoor space for roasting large amounts of meat, including whole carcasses of beef and even larger prey. I had a huge boneless rolled meat ready, a novelty. It was wagyu, crossbred with double-muscled beef, meaning it had twice the amount of meat.

My friends had deboned it for me. It was filled with a mousse made from organs and fat, making it a complete meal, and oh, that crispy skin! It was my absolute favorite. I also had a big bowl of roasted skin chips, which I would add to my meal as well. 

As Mimi walked out, Damon didn't notice right away as he was focused on exploring the surroundings.

Number two spoke up, saying, "Missy went out. There seems to be an outside kitchen too."

Mariella exclaimed excitedly, "Oh, let's go eat there! It won't be difficult for us to set up a big table and have our meal in our summer kitchen. Come on, Damon, you go first."

Damon rolled his eyes. The young lady was difficult to handle, and he knew he would have to step up his game. But then again, it was wickedly fun. He smiled mischievously as he walked out, determined to put an end to that annoying snowball.

What greeted him was a spacious yet naturally beautiful area, with a large light wooden table, a fridge, a walk-in freezer, and cabinets filled with plates and utensils. The breeze tickled his skin as he caught the scent of sweet summer fragrances in the air.

He also detected the rich, savory aroma of roasted beef. The smell was wafting from further away, and a few steps later, he saw Mimi pushing a cart and walking towards the pit. A huge rolled log of meat was being lifted onto the table. There was a wickedly sharp knife near the meat, and Mimi reached for it.

Just as I was about to grab my knife to cut a big piece of my meat roll, a strong arm gripped my wrist, taking the knife away.

A deep voice whispered, "Baby girl, what have I taught you about big knives and little girls? What is this?"

His other arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me close. Once again, his strong presence made my heart race, and my voice came out a bit dry as I replied, "It's a boneless wagyu double-muscled roll filled with offal mousse."

Damon's voice was stern as he responded, "Oh, really, baby? Have I tasted this before? Naughty. Now, let's see how much you really need this. It's packed with nutrients, and you're in good shape, so you can eat a bit lighter. We might put this in the freezer. Now, go back to the table. You see, there's no need for our babies to grow too big, even though it'll most likely be a cesarean for you. Let me handle this."

I rolled my eyes and sighed silently. Well, maybe I would get my crispy skin chips from the fridge, too.

I noticed that as voices started to be heard, the rest of the pack had also come out. They were chattering all over my summer kitchen.

Damon's voice spoke in my mind, "Not yours, baby. This is the pack's summer kitchen, our mansion, not yours."

There was that steel in his voice again, causing me to suppress my little sentence about using words. It wasn't the perfect time to speak up and get him agitated. I needed to redirect his attention elsewhere. I had a plan, but first, I wanted to be little mini Mimi, eating with her husband and getting Damon on board. Perfect. I would make other females the center of his attention, as he was the protector of pregnancies, meaning each pregnant female was now his responsibility.

I went to sit in my assumed place and kept my expression neutral while the Salvatores busied themselves in my summer kitchen. They were taking plates and serving food to everyone. Damon brought a cart which now housed most of my roll in pieces, and the Salvatores soon put it into boxes and placed them in the freezer.

However, as they opened the walk-in freezer, they discovered deer carcasses, many of them. They were without skin but fatty, and large. Damon walked in to inspect them, and I saw Adam and Charles walking in too.

Finally, our food was placed in front of us, and Damon sat next to me, pulling me close to him. I had a piece of roll and some crispy skin, but not my chips, as those were also put in the freezer.

Damon asked, "What's with the deer in the freezer? There are at least 50 or more."

I replied, swallowing my food, "You see, there by the forest, there are a few of them. There's a flock of deer grazing, eating young saplings. There are three huge bucks and at least a dozen mares with fawns. They are crossbreed. This mansion previously had an owner who was part of a hippie commune, promoting no-kill and animal love and all that. Well, they heard that nearby, in the next plot, there lived a rich old man who was an avid hunter. But he was getting old and needed easier prey."

Mariella glanced at me and said, "Oh, one more story! These are always fun to listen to. Go on."

I nodded, rolling my eyes, and replied, "Well, there was an old man and his people who decided to crossbreed a few species of deer from Borneo and Africa with some antelopes. The result was big, docile animals that weren't very agile and made for easy prey. They had good meat and nice hide. However, the crossbreeding made them highly fertile, so a female deer could easily carry triplets. They were docile enough that several bucks could sire offspring, which kept the population healthy but also made them a bit of a nuisance."

Damon nodded and guessed, "Let me guess, those hippies wanted to save them?"

I nodded and continued, "Exactly. They captured them and brought them to this land to live, so the old man and his buddies couldn't kill them since they were on hippie territory. This place was a huge commune with lots of land, so they had a perfect life here."

Adam chimed in, "But wouldn't natural selection keep them in check with predators and such?"

I explained, "Well, you see, there are only foxes, maybe some coyotes, and they primarily go after rabbits and hares, which are plentiful here. Now, my people, the fleas, are great hunters, and when I bought this mansion about 15 years ago, they conducted a survey. Turns out, there is a huge number of these deer, and I let them hunt them for me. Most of the hides have been tanned, but I kept a few in the freezer to put in our feline rooms."

Damon nodded and suggested, "Alright, let me handle this from now on. Give me the contact information of those hunters and the survey so I can make a plan. Maybe we can introduce some predators here, at least for a while."

Mariella added, "We have a magic house, Damon. Our cubs could surely help out, and they could use the meat. We could also consider relocating these deer to other realms as an easy food source."

Number two nodded in agreement. 

I didn't mind. It was just another thing in our lives, and it was good that the pack wanted to be a part of it. After all, those deer ate a lot of trees, and that wasn't always a good thing.

It was funny to see Demon and Leopard, who were eating, suddenly become eager to hunt the deer. Well, they would have plenty of time. We had two months until birth, and a little hunting would do the boys good.

Damon looked at the deer too and asked, "Do they eat those trees, right?"

I nodded and replied, "As you can see, there's a whole big area with no trees and minimal plants. They trample and eat everything. It's not that I hate them, but there are just so many. Look, at the edge of the forest, there's another group."

Damon frowned and said, "Don't you worry about them. Soon we'll have more meat and some fun as we boys go and take a few groups out of the picture."

I could see his desire to hunt as well. It was rare to see Damon's ice-blue eyes shift into yellow feline eyes, but there they were. His feline side was coming out too.

Mariella rolled her eyes and said to me, "Well, at least we'll have time to check out the house. They're raring to go."

I smiled and focused on finishing the rest of my meal. Oh, I had so many more distractions planned. This was just one of them.