I sat at the table, eating, and feeling confused by Damon's sudden attempt to seduce me. I had just gotten my coffee pot, and he had followed, pressing against me. He murmured in my ear how pregnant women turned him on, and then he pressed his hot, hard cock against me. His jeans must have been tight, as he was well-endowed. Pampering wasn't easy, as I was in the mood for my own time.
Number One picked me up and fed me lovingly, but dominantly, binding my hands with energy so I had no choice but to eat what he gave me. All the while, he moved me slightly on his lap, rubbing his jean-clad cock against me. I am a hot-blooded woman, and finally, my pussy was getting the message, wetting a bit.
Then, he let me go. Just when I was starting to enjoy it, he switched to Mariella, and she was all over him. I wasn't sure how much she could focus on eating, as she was rubbing herself against him like a cat in heat.
No big revelations had been made, though Number Four had explained the medical examinations, what they were measuring, and that there was no way to avoid them. Fine by me, I could handle them. Adam hadn't shaved yet, and I recalled a type of video clip I had seen on Facebook.
So, in the middle of the meal, when I needed more coffee and Mariella was keeping Damon busy, I went to sit on Adam's lap. I had every right to, as he was also my husband. Number One had put me in the mood, so why not? I was straddling him and started to examine his stubble. Oh yeah, he had those.
I said to him, "Wanna be my calming therapy? If you want, don't shave; let this be. I can have my fun with it; it might sting, but you can take it."
Adam grunted and asked, "What's on your mind?"
I said, "A little bit of tweezing work with your multiples here. You see, you have many hairs growing from one pore, and I want to pluck them out, as well as these colorless ones."
Adam chuckled and said, "Sure honey, if you want to pluck my hairs, so be it; I'm all yours."
Charles looked at me and added, "You know, honey, I might stop shaving too, or let my stubble grow, if it means you'll straddle me with tweezers."
I was clearly in the middle of something. As I considered this, number five looked at me, smiling slightly.
I wasn't sure if he had an army of stubbled men waiting to be plucked, but my older daughter, May, chimed in, "Oh yeah, if anyone volunteers, I want to try that too; it sounds fun."
I returned to my seat to finish my meal. Mariella was a little distracted by my idea, and I suspected that pampering wasn't going to happen anytime soon, as Mariella and Damon were all over each other.
I knew how things were going, but I chose not to interfere; it was their choice, their problem, and I was tired of getting involved. It wasn't my job to stop Damon from being an idiot and telling Mariella to stop being a "mere pussy with legs."
I was feeling the Christmas spirit, and drama was not what I was looking for. I might get some seduction from others than the Salvatores if I were in the mood, but as usual, my mood for bedtime activities waned as I thought of my project with Adam's hairs. It would be so fun to pluck those bunches and see how many hairs there were in one.
What would be his best result? So, no sex was not something I was aiming for, but more of a relaxing time for my senses and my little quirks. Maybe we could sing Christmas carols or something. I should try to grab some presents, but if those two, or several, ended up in bed, well, maybe Christmas wouldn't be so traditional, but we could make it our own.
No need for Miss Pussy and her little pussy slaves—that belly was going to grow soon enough, making it a little harder for her to get double-loaded so easy for me to come up with my nasty little ideas, and my nasty little mind got really inspired by her lustful, sex-seeking actions.
Damon settled Mariella on his lap, feeling particularly emotional as he spoke. "Mariella, my love, if the time ever came when I didn't have you in my life, I would cease to be. No matter how much I missed you or how much pain I endured, I would never erase everything we've had. Even if I were drowning in grief, I'd cling to every moment I held you, every laugh I heard, every shred of happiness. Still, I could not go on without you; that much I know."
Mariella sighed, cooing to Damon, "Oh, my love, you know how to say the sweetest things. Don't worry, I'll never leave you, no matter what. We will always be, and fucking forever."
She giggled. This performance inspired Wulfe, who was sitting next to me.
He thought for a moment, then said out loud, "Oh, it seems it's time for some sappy words. Let me start this time, my unicorn."
He looked at me, drawing attention away from Mariella. I felt his love shining through our bond, and I felt myself getting emotional.
He then said to me, "These thirteen years we've been blessed with will be heaven for me. There is no force in this universe that can pull me away from you. I will be there with you every step of the way, whether you like it or not, just because I need you. God, I need you more than oxygen, and I need us, and those five little lives inside you. I can't wait to meet them, dress them, see how they roll for the first time, take their first steps, and be there for you when the terrible twos hit them."
I took a shaky breath. I was emotional, but also happy.
I said out loud, "Well, let's do this properly. I'll start, and you be quiet."
I turned to look at number one and said, "Thank you for these five little gifts you gave me. It's an honor to bear them, to feel them inside me, a part of you nesting right under my heart soon enough. You may have chosen Mariella or her pussy, but for me, you are the ultimate crusher. You are the only one who has the power to wreck my heart, and heal me too."
Damon, number one, remained silent, unsure of what to say; his expression was unreadable.
Next, I turned to number five and addressed him in a loving voice. "You know, my so-called psychopath of a husband, I will teach you to love me again. I'm not going anywhere, no demon will take me. Unless, of course, you're talking about your son. But we'll get there, and I can pretty much promise you that you'll get fed up with me at some point. It's only natural; I can be demanding, not just in bed, but mentally too. Loving me takes guts, time, and energy. And once these five little ones arrive, watch out, because it won't just be me anymore, but five little copies of me, as I'm their mother who will teach them to be just like me."
Without giving anyone time to react, I struck where it hurt.
I looked at Mariella and said, "I pity you, I truly do. I mean, you could have a perfect life, learn so much about each of the Salvatores, and grow beyond who you are now. But you're simply too weak. You have no self-control when it comes to your needs and wants, and that's your biggest issue. If I could have that devotion from even one of the Salvatores, they would be there, and no one could take them away. Oh boy, I would use it so much more than just sex."
Wulfe smirked as Mariella retreated, returning to her seat to contemplate.
I then turned to Charles and said, "My safety, my shelter, you make me smile just by being near. You make me feel like you're there to catch me and not let anyone hurt me. But your love is the ultimate thing that keeps me going, and being away from you feels harder every single day. I try to be a good pack leader and follow your example, but you, my love, have set the bar so incredibly high."
Charles muttered something in a thick voice. Of course, I was using my pheromones here as well and flooding my feelings via the hive, making this stick as much as possible. If Damon wanted to be sappy for Mariella, I made more effort and was sappy for everyone.
I had to rip the feeling apart for Wulfe, and I focused on doing it well. Taking a breath, I let my love, along with the love of my little ones, flow to him through the hive. His eyes widened in surprise as he felt it, a feeling I had only recently experienced for the first time. Now, my five little ones were getting the hang of it; after all, they were empaths and telepaths.
I spoke gently and lovingly to Wulfe, "Without you, I would be alone, in the dark, lonely place that used to be my heart. I once believed I was the strongest and most peculiar one, and it felt so damn lonely. But then you showed me otherwise. I was no longer alone; I had you. We, two weirdos, are in this together, and forever. Love is a word I use often, as I am a creature of love, but my love for you is something so damn special. It feels like you have literally saved my soul, stopping me from being so jaded, so tired, lost in faith of love and trust. You have shown me what it is to be the most important person to someone, and my love, it is something I never thought I would experience, as I did not see myself as worthy."
Wulfe wiped his eyes, and Mariella sobbed. Charles blinked rapidly. I let my babies feel them all, allowing everyone to feel their love and curiosity. I needed to win this round, and while my thoughts were loving, a deep smugness filled me as I realized I had won over Mariella. It felt so damn good.
The kitchen felt charged. I could see a few Christmas decorations here and there, and from the doorway, glimpses of our trees. I wasn't feeling particularly Christmassy yet. Well, I *was* feeling something, but as our hive was flooded with input from everyone, including my babies, it took time to distinguish who was sending what and what it meant.
There was a lot of love, but who loved whom, and what kind of love were we talking about? I could feel May, Emmylee, Vivianne, and Lily loving me and my babies. I felt a blast of pure love coming from Wulfe, Charles, and several of the Salvatores, who were also sending their love to the babies.
The babies, in turn, sent theirs, creating a highway of love. The babies weren't yet able to send very complex emotions, as they were still learning, and they were also reading me. I could feel jealousy emanating from Mariella, as her babies weren't telepaths or empaths, but energy creatures driven by lust, the pack's main energy.
Damon was also a little worried about the power of me and the babies, as he could feel them very well. He was unsure whether their power should be bound or not.
I just sat there, letting the emotions wash over me. It was a good feeling, a way of bathing in the emotions that connected me to the pack. I hoped others were feeling it too, though I had no way of knowing if they were experiencing the same sense of connection. But it was gorgeous.
After what felt like ten minutes, I said to Damon, "No need to pamper; I have things to do, so you're free to be with Mariella."
I could feel his relief. His idea of pampering was really just a way to get me out of that room, and he'd been hesitant about how to wriggle out of it. I let him. I truly did have things to do, and I was already planning the bouquets I'd make from the order. Besides, I was eager to do something, so I planned to butcher some meat and spend time at the hamster warehouse, as
I sensed that most of the pack wasn't in the mood for Christmas, but for the bedroom, thanks to Mariella's overly eager lust and her own lustful mind. For me, life wasn't always like some fancy romance novel. Sometimes, actually quite often, this was my life: left on the outside, so to speak, or promised one thing and then it was almost immediately retracted.
This didn't help my neurotic mind, of course, as it fueled my insecurities. Yeah, I had those too. It was funny how someone like me, immortal, unkillable, and virtually fearless, could have such a neurotic, messy mind, but it was just who I was. The sad fact of my life was that Damon didn't know me well enough to see through my cover, or who knows, maybe he did and chose Mariella because she was easier.
Maybe this had always been our problem, me being too hard, too distant, and him being lazy, going for easier prey like her girlfriends or Mariella. It just was who he was. I wasn't going to change for him. I'd only change for myself, if I ever needed to.
I was proud of who I was, what I had done, and this life. The next 13 years or so would be messy, certainly, but I had my men: Wulfe, Adam, Charles, the boys, and a few Salvatores, my babies too. My nasty, catty mind, however, couldn't help but be a little wicked.
I sent Wulfe a little thought: "Just think, Mariella will have three, and I will have five. Now, would she try to get pregnant soon after giving birth to win me, or should I get knocked up to make her life a living hell?"
Coffee burst from Wulfe's mouth in a spray as my idea made him laugh.
Damon glanced at him sharply, and Mariella whined, "I bet she said something about me; those two are always laughing at me."
I sent this idea to number five as well, and he laughed too.
He said, "Oh yeah, princess, Mimi has some wicked ideas about you, and you can't blame her but yourself."
To me, he added, "Of course, my life, you should do it, just so you can keep your position."
He didn't specify where we had talked about this, making Damon frown.
Charles, having received my idea from Wulfe, laughed too and said, "Too bad, Salvatore, you are not the pack leader. I am, and after the new year, Mimi will be even more. Just think, she will be more pack leader than I am, as I'll be gone for two weeks and home for one, so you know."
Damon glared at me, Mariella furrowed her brow, and Adam said in a soft voice, "Of course, honey, you will be excellent at it, as you have been so far. As soon as it seems you need to let those five out, we will take our leave. I will have at least four months, full pay, and after that, I might get more too, and I get also child support for you."
Trying to sound calm, Mariella said to Charles, "Well, as you are my protector, I might need you too, and for my labor as well. I am not sure how the law sees protectors, so you might get some leave for me and my babies too."
Charles snapped, "Sorry, dear, I am not going to be on team pussyslaves. If I can get any extra leave beyond my five months, it will be with Mimi and her babies. She will have five, you only three, and most likely ten, or more, to care for them, as you probably make your girls care for those babies. You don't have a maternal bone in your body."
His voice was venomous, and I was actually surprised.
Damon said in a cool tone, "Fine, it's Christmas Eve, so could we try to behave, please? There's no need to get overly mean here. Females are just emotional, and it's wrong for us to exploit it."
His tone was patronizing, and he glanced at me. I looked back with exaggerated innocence and gullibility, as if I were blameless, which I was. As we continued eating in awkward silence, Mariella being fed by Damon – as he wanted to focus on her – I felt a surge of nastiness.
I told Wulfe, through our link, "I'm about to teach Salvatore a lesson about consequences. This might trigger you to protect me, which is fine. I'm still pretty damn neurotic, I must admit to it. So, here goes."
Wulfe nodded.
I then addressed Damon through our bond, "You made your choice. I'm once again unsure why you needed to evict me from my home. I know I'll be sleeping alone in that gorgeous room for now, probably thanks to Mariella's jealousy. But let me give you a lesson: you have no right to do anything about this anymore. It's now Wulfe, Charles, or maybe Number Five. You made your choice loud and clear."
I allowed him to feel my insecurities, knowing these feelings fueled my mental frenzy. I let him feel my doubts: Could I be a good mother? Would the babies even survive? How long would it take them to become immortal? What if they had somatic issues? They weren't energy creatures, so would I end up with five tiny micro preemies in the NICU for months with no guarantee of success?
Could I raise them right? What if my rage gene was inherited by all of them, and I couldn't teach them how to behave? What if my body couldn't even carry them for 30 weeks? So many problems rolled through my mind; sure, he had gotten one tangle out, but I had a veritable factory of mixed-up thoughts.
Though his expression remained unchanged, he pushed Mariella from his lap, disgusted with himself. Number Five, having somehow sensed my transmission, stood and approached me. He lifted me to my feet and kissed me—deeply, longingly, lovingly, and possessively. Wulfe stood behind me, his arms wrapping around me as he pressed his head over my shoulder, loving me.
Number Five then said, "Mimi, my love, my baby, I will be there, I try to be. We will make sure those five will be fine, no month-long stay in the NICU. It takes a village to raise a baby, but a pack raises a litter, and we've got you, always and forever."
It felt good to have so many with me, and this was just one more, very timid lesson for me. Revealing my weakness, or what I considered weakness, and allowing them to catch me had taken a lot out of me. It was a lesson for me to learn: to start trusting, deeply and unconditionally, without getting tangled up in my mind, but simply letting those who were there for me know that I wasn't fine, that I was struggling, and that I was tired of always being strong for others. It was time for me to learn to let others be strong for me, too.