The acceptance finally settled. It was time to move on, to forget "number one," forget my need for him, and let something other than pain fill the void. I simply let go of our relationship, our love, and with one swift strike, our bond was severed. Though I was still nominally his protector, Mariella could surely handle him. Besides, he wanted nothing to do with me, so be it.
Gone were my longing and feelings of inadequacy and failure. They were replaced by my alpha side, which had had enough of moping for that pretentious piece of shit who chose us only when he was in the mood. My catty, nasty, little bitch nature was formulating a plan, diabolical, yet not inherently wrong. It would hit Damon where it hurt most, and I knew I could get everyone on board, and it would be grand. However, my reason, or some form of carefulness, made me contact Wulfe after I had sat alone on my bed.
I had woken up, showered, and dressed myself, and then I asked him to curb me. "Wulfe, my love, would you tell me to stop plotting my nasty, diabolical plan for Damon and the rest of the pack? I mean, I know where to hit him and hit him hard, yet there is nothing wrong with what I have planned."
Wulfe's reply was somewhat surprising, "And tell me, my unicorn, why in the world would I do just that? Tell me, let's make it even more diabolical and make sure he feels it."
I told him, "You know, he called me a whore. He told me he might be in the mood sometimes, but he had made his choice, and then he…"
Despite speaking telepathically to my other half, whose love and trust flooded my mind like lightning, the summer sun, and a thunderstorm, I couldn't form my sentence right away. The door opened, and he, along with Numbers Five, Four, and Two, stepped in. Number Two's expression was angry; he was once again head over heels for me, wanting to protect me, and God help anyone who hurt me, like Damon had.
I had made milk, and a lot of it; it was euphoric, and they had pumped it, as they just couldn't consume it too much. But at least we had big freezers, and a few more had been brought in.
As I sat on the bed, staring at the opposite wall where the faint, rose-colored flower wallpaper shimmered in the early autumn light, number two came to sit beside me. My little depression, or whatever it was, had lasted just over two weeks, and it was almost the end of August.
Funny, it had been nearly a year since this began, and so much had changed, yet nothing had. Number two wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into his lap and pressing my face into his neck, flooding me with his pheromones.
It was a trick to help me get over my funk. "Tell me, baby, what did he do or say? Show me," he crooned to me.
My voice was quiet. "A shed session, with music, and this time he wouldn't erase it, but he would make me fear every Salvatore if I ever touched his three princesses."
Number two shook. I could see number four grabbing Wulfe, talking to him in a low voice. Attacking Damon wouldn't help; it would make him the victim. No, it was time to be diabolical, to make his and Mariella's relationship less than perfect. Best of all, Mariella would enjoy it; she would be fully on board, and Damon would just have to learn to tolerate it.
Number two didn't let me go; he kept my face in his neck and muttered, "This time, this fucking time, he is not going to waltz in and pull us apart. Not gonna happen, baby. Now tell us this plan of yours: what we need to make it happen, and what is your aim?"
I took a few deep breaths, letting his pheromones saturate my body, letting the euphoria and sense of safety come, as they now came with the pheromones. They were a little crude, rough around the edges, so to speak, meaning I would do some teaching, but fine; at least it was one more task for me to do.
I said, or rather, asked, as the men had come to the bed, holding me and touching me, "Tell me, what is Damon's biggest flaw? What is one thing he does not control or want to control?"
Wulfe was silent.
Number four said, "Well, for me, I am perfect; I don't have any flaws, but number one has many, and being blind and stupid is one of them."
He sounded like my Damon; it was pretty damn funny. I had him, yet I had to have them all. Well, maybe his flaw was also one of mine, but then again, I was alpha female, not Mariella. I pressed myself suddenly more to Wulfe, nibbling his neck, almost purring.
This caused number four to pull me closer as well, and number two was making sure I wasn't too far. I smiled.
Number two said, "Oh, I see, his biggest flaw, ergo weakness, is jealousy, but if he doesn't want you, how are you going to exploit it?"
I smiled again, saying, "He chose Mariella, yet she's married to others, too..."
Wulfe laughed, "Oh my God, and she's my mistress! That's diabolical, my love, and she can't say no!"
I added, "She won't. Remember how passionate we were with Adam and Charles when Mariella came into the picture? Recall that jealousy? Now, replace me with Mariella and make Number One see it."
Number Four laughed out loud. "You... you mean Mariella will get quickies and domination?"
I nodded.
Number Two was almost beastly. "Oh, my God! When we come up with tasks, it'll either bring Number One upstairs, or Mariella will have her husbands downstairs, or her vampire master..."
As I said, my plan was diabolical. Mariella, a creature of lust, would surely say yes every time Adam, Charles, or some Salvatore would "rail" her. I knew it would get rough, even for her, with Charles or Adam. Quickies were perfect, but there was more to it.
I told my boys a few more details of my plans, and they got so creative. After all, they were Damon, and they knew just what would ignite that jealousy, ruining his fantasy of a perfect family life.
It had been his plan all along to alienate me, to have other men be with me so he and Mariella could have a perfect life. And if they wanted, girls would surely care for babies, but it wasn't going to happen. Not now, not ever. I had to deal with the fact, as I sat there, that I now had so many defenders, protectors, and lovers around me.
There was nothing I could do or say to ease them, as this potion, which Wulfe had given them and me, had really tied us together. They were so damn happy on some level, as if they now had permission to love me, *really* love me, and there was no stopping it.
I was flooded with love, and it felt amazing. For the first time in my life, I felt like I deserved this. There was no more nagging voice in my mind saying I had done it wrong or that I was a beast and this wasn't for me. Call it personal growth or whatever, but there was now this peace in my soul.
I had also given myself permission to love them all, to have them all, and to be fucking selfish about it. Sure, it wasn't just for me; I had five little mini-me's in the nursery, needing a horde of daddies to care for and raise them.
"Well, baby, look at us now," Number Four said. "We're going to set a new kind of record. I'm not talking about who does more chores, but maybe, just maybe, we'll have a competition for who gets to sanctify the rooms with you. Maybe we'll keep tally, and each of us gets a turn."
I blushed. Damn, the seducer hit me again. Here I was, plotting against a few pack members, and this damn guy was whispering just the right tone into my ear, making me blush like a virgin.
Number Two chimed in, "Ooh, virgin, tight. Come on, baby, that spell isn't hard to make."
Wulfe muttered, "It's been a while since I last had a virgin."
I rolled my eyes, my breathing quickening as my mind became very inventive, my gaze traveling through the room.
Number Four interrupted, "Nope, baby, not there. That dresser is an antique. Speaking of which, several Salvatores are checking your furniture. We have nice, sturdy IKEA or similar pieces in the warehouse. If there are expensive antique pieces, they're going to get a spell and be protected, not used."
I rolled my eyes, but then a new idea sparked. My alpha side was waking up, which meant I needed time for certain projects. In order to do that, I needed a distraction, keeping the men busy, and that was where I excelled.
I said casually, "Hmm, I might not be the one taking too many chores, as I just came up with a whole new project. So, you guys might have to do more chores, as I'll be busy."
Number Five asked, "And do tell, my love, what is your new project, and if it's even suitable for you?"
I replied, "Fine, I can show you. That quip about IKEA got me thinking. Come on, let's take a little trip." Oh, I was so good at this.
We left the room, and I padded to the elevator. I pressed the button to descend to the cellar floor and got out. Walking along the corridor, I took a left turn into another long corridor, illuminated by spotlights.
Wulfe said, "These are most of the storage rooms. Where we are going... I know I haven't been here much, but I recall the blueprints."
Number Two muttered, "I haven't been in here at all. One thing we need to get right is to study every damn nook and cranny, each room, and the storage areas too."
I walked up to a heavy oak door with a brass handle and pulled it open, fumbling a bit to find the light switch. This was a big room full of boards, tables, and pieces of wood. There was a strong smell of uncut wood. One wall held an impressive array of tools, including a table saw. We had everything we needed to do some woodwork.
Number Four whistled, and soon I heard footsteps as more Salvatores came in. I walked to one large cabinet and opened it. Inside were all kinds of decorative borders, crafted from exotic trees from a special forest.
I took a pink list, carved with leaves and berries, and said, "A little bit of glue, some ideas, and those IKEA dressers won't be so dull and boring anymore. This is my little project. I have these ready-made pieces, plus a lot of pure wood, carving machines, hand-carving tools, books, and templates. I am going to make one-of-a-kind pieces of furniture."
Number Five said, "No, not you, us."
Adam's voice was a little irritated, as he hadn't known about this either. "Definitely not you, honey. You'll just chop off your arm or something. This will be our playroom."
Charles, who had walked in, grunted and came to me. "Oh, honey, keeping secrets, I see. Well, thank you. It seems you're the one having to do more chores, not us."
I kept my expression utterly neutral. My little plan had been a full success, but I wasn't going to show them. This would keep most of them nice and busy, and whoever was upstairs, well, our plan for Mariella and Damon would surely work out too.
It was time to initiate our plan and bring Mariella into the family, allowing her to experience the role of a wife and the consequences of prioritizing others over her own desires. She was about to learn what it meant to be used, to be fucked mercilessly, while simultaneously experiencing the most intense orgasms of her life.
Her sexual education was about to take a significant leap. Perhaps after a few weeks, Damon, once her perceived "sex god," would no longer hold that title. Instead of enduring weeks of his control, she would discover the pleasure of surrendering to Charles, bending over, and offering herself completely.
Only then, perhaps, could she truly embrace the title of "lust queen." However, in reality, she would become a submissive and needy slave, ready to be used by her masters. As I meticulously orchestrated every detail, Damon would learn several lessons, potentially even from Mariella herself.