The Salvatore Saga, Part Four: My new Life

It was time to go to breakfast. Oh my god, I was in such a good mood waiting for this week. My alpha side was all over the place, and it seemed like I was coming up with new ideas altogether. So this would be a surprise for the Salvatores, at least.

Now my plan was to Use 'em and Lose 'em, meaning I was going to start with probably Dresden and Constantine, and then move on to others who I wanted. I had no idea who my alpha side wanted first, but I had managed to wash this darn dress so it didn't smell like Damon, just like me.

I walked into the kitchen and, oh perfect, I saw Mimosa and Mariella sitting on the sofa. Damon's eyes flared up as he strode over to them and pulled them up, dragging them to the table to sit. Mariella was in her element, knowing exactly how to make Damon explode.

Number four sarcastically said, "It seems like our work is never-ending, but fine."

Number five and seven were also prepared to handle those unruly ones. Elena and Katherine draped themselves on the laps of those two Salvatores.

I heard Elena's dreamy voice say to number five, "Would you take me to the beach and make love to me like we used to? It was so romantic."

The expression on number four's face was something else. I felt smug as Wulfe seemed preoccupied too. Shadow was looking at him with a seductive yet slightly wild expression on her face.

Wulfe tilted his head and said out loud, "Oh, what a nice scenario. Count me in, as well as Alaric and Magnum."

Perfect. I said to Dresden neutrally, keeping my voice seductive but not letting my smugness come through, "How about you, me, and Constantine go to the jungle and see what we can do there?"

Constantine smiled and said, "Sure, love. Whatever you need. We're more than ready. Oh dear, you'll be satisfied soon enough."

I just smiled. Wulfe grabbed my hand, pressing our scars together. Oh, he was scanning my mind.

I told him, "You'll be busy, my boy, so I'm not sure if I'll have time for you this week, but we'll find time."

Wulfe's voice in my mind was confident, firm, and slightly dangerous. "You know, my unicorn, if Shadow hadn't given me that scenario, I would have come after you. Something is going on that Damon just doesn't see or notice. You need to be put in your place."

I responded in my mind, keeping my expression neutral. "Oh, please, try me. I'm the alpha female of this pack, not just any female. It's not your decision to decide when I need to be put in my place. If I had a decent alpha mate, he would have noticed a few things weeks ago, but as you can see, I have a lazy, egocentric old fool who always wants to challenge himself."

Wulfe glanced at Damon, tension evident around his mouth and in his eyes as he contemplated whether or not to tell Damon. I continued eating, knowing that Wulfe was observant and knew me very well.

In the future, my heat might be more controlled, but not right now. It was like a snowball rolling down a snowy bank, gaining momentum and growing. Eventually, it would be hard, if not impossible, to stop unless it encountered unwavering resistance.

My alpha side was that snowball, and it had gained significant momentum. Damon, being that unwavering resistance, would have to step up if he wanted to control me. But I would never be Mariella. I would never be that nice and obedient little thing sitting next to him.

But for now, Mariella was not nice.

She exclaimed aloud to Damon, "Damn, this meat is over-salted! Feels like my tongue is burning."

Damon grunted calmly and replied, "Talk to Charles. It's one of his meals."

Mariella's expression changed, and she muttered, "It's not that salty, not anymore."

She had assumed it was Salvatore's doing, so her complaint didn't work as intended. Damon looked sharply at me, but I simply continued eating, trying to keep a blank expression. 

At the end of the meal, Damon once again assigned who would be with whom. Numbers four, nine, and ten took Mimosa and Mariella. As for me, I got Dresden and Constantine. However, I couldn't help but look at my four with great interest. They had been instructed to please those other girls with Murdock, Dexter, and Colin. Oh, how delightful! More men for me to enjoy. My time with them was quite enjoyable.

I started with Dresden and Constantine. I took them into the jungle and showed them a few plants. It was quite amusing to see their enthusiasm in wanting to learn about important plants and such. But what interested them even more was learning the art of sanctification, wild sex up in the trees. Both of them were quite agile and eager to improve their skills.

Dresden even carved a small mark on each tree we sanctified. However, we weren't entirely sure if the trees were properly sanctified, especially the large old ones. Engaging in passionate encounters on a few branches or against the trunk felt tame. So, I decided to part ways with them or switch partners after a day.

Next up were Adam and Charles. I took them both, and we found a cave where we could have some fun. However, we soon grew restless, and it took us three days to move on.

Time for another swap. This time, it was about Lepard and Demon. We spent two days at the beach together, leaving me with one day left. Hmm, I spotted Murdock and Dexter. I thought to myself, surely they could handle me for a day.

I had already spent passionate time with each of my partners, so it was fun to take these two up in the trees as well.

Dexter, in particular, was quite agile.

He even admitted, "You have opened my eyes to all the different places where one can engage in sexual activities. Now, the thought of doing it in a bed feels mundane. How about we try that branch a little further up?"

So, we climbed up, with Murdock joining in the fun. It would be interesting to see how this experience would affect our everyday lives after the intense passion. Would they continue with their desires or take a break from such carnal activities?

Soon enough, it was time to return to the house and have some breakfast. I wondered what kind of mode Damon would assign next. Murdock and Dexter seemed to be madly in love with me, and we walked hand in hand. It was entertaining to head back to the house.

However, as we entered, Damon emerged from the cellar wearing nothing but leather trousers. It seemed he had taken a rather rough approach with Mariella's demand mode, resulting in a vigorous master session.

He looked at us, giggling and kissing, and barked harshly, "You were supposed to be Dresden and Constantine! What the fuck?"

My mode wanted to come out, so I gently squeezed Murdock's hand, hoping he would kiss me.

However, Damon pulled him away and scolded him and Dexter, saying, "You two, go shower and change your clothes. You stink and are covered in leaves and dirt."

Dexter smirked and replied, "Well, we did spend time with many trees."

Damon's eyes flashed with anger. He slammed me against the wall, while the other two went their own way.

Damon hissed at me, "So, you've been busy sanctifying trees, huh? Just know that those trees will soon be cut down. This island is overgrown, and we need to know which trees to get rid of. You shouldn't sanctify anything with anyone else, only with me."

I wanted to argue, but I decided it was best not to provoke him. I asked him, "What do you consider sanctification? Dresden and Constantine weren't sure how much it would take for a tree to be considered sanctified, but Dresden marked the ones that were done properly."

He slapped me hard across the face and said, "Now, let's get you washed up and have some breakfast. It seems like you need to work on your attitude."

He dragged me into the shower and scrubbed me roughly with a brush. He even gave me new hair, lashes, eyebrows, and nails. He was becoming super possessive, and I could only hope that someone would distract him so I could escape this situation.

After getting dressed in a dress that smelled like him and having my hair styled with his bump, he led me to the kitchen. He made me sit down and snap his fingers to have numbers four and five bring me my food.

He wasn't going anywhere, but I couldn't help but laugh. Just as we started breakfast, Mariella suddenly draped herself over number one's lap and kissed him.

She asked, "Damon, my love, would you take me for a walk on that beautiful beach and make love to me?"

Damon was on the verge of exploding, but he had to control himself. I burst out laughing, and even Wulfe smirked. It was irritating in some way, but I managed to keep my composure.

Number two looked at me sharply and smiled dangerously. It seemed like number one would be occupied, but number two was also busy with Mimosa, who was oozing with lust and wanted him to feed her. I had to control my expression. I didn't fuck with anyone, but I behaved perfectly.

I had a plan, and now it was clearer. A whole new plan. I called it "lure and trap." I would go for a walk, release certain pheromones, and see who I could attract. If it was a weak target, it would be fun, but if it was a more assertive specimen, it would provide a good challenge.

There was potential in salvatores. This time, I wanted to be in control. It was one part of my strategy. It would be easy to catch those who desired sex encounters, fucking machines, as they would willingly let me take the lead. Maybe even number four one, although that would require some finesse.

As Damon was preoccupied with figuring out who would end up with whom, I took Colin as my first target. I acted innocent, knowing that Damon was watching, but there was no proof.

Mariella, in his lap, demanded a lot of his attention as he cuddled and spoke softly to her. Shadow only wanted to have sex if there was music playing, so the boys were busy downloading a playlist while they ate. Elena and Katherine were occupied with the salvatores, wanting to try new positions. Damon had to ensure that Wulfe and the others spread their genes to the eight girls, so it was their turn to have fun.

I felt smug as ever. And once again, Damon proved to be too weak for me. A true strong alpha male would have assigned Mariella to someone else, not giving her a choice. But he was just too weak when it came to her pleas.

After breakfast, Colin and I went for a walk on the beach. We found the perfect spot, our secret little nest. He was wonderful, the perfect partner for me to take. Even though he was normally dominant, he was completely in love with me at that moment.

And I am with him. This was our time, and he let me take the lead. It wasn't a big deal for him who was in what position or who did what. All that mattered to him was that we were together. Our connection was so strong, and it felt amazing. Feeling his dual heartbeat, his firm body pressed against mine, his passionate kisses all over my body and lips. His desire for me was evident.

Our little escapade lasted for two days, and then he wanted to go and see if any of those girls were available or if someone needed help. It was all good. I went for a swim and then started my walk. My route was strategic. I walked in a way that spread my pheromones far and wide, enticing many to smell them. And just like that, the trap was set. It was time to see who I had attracted. 

I had enjoyed myself for three more days, acquiring a few Salvatores, Dexter, Murdock, and even Dresden, and I had just advanced to the next round.

Sitting on a stone, I could hear footsteps approaching. To my surprise, Wulfe emerged from the jungle, lazily wearing Bermuda shorts and sporting an actual tan.

His expression was dangerous as he sat down beside me. "You play a dangerous game, my unicorn, but fine. You set the trap and caught your prey. What do you plan to do with it?"

I grabbed him and kissed him passionately, asserting my dominance right from the start. It wasn't the time for talk, but action. I teleported us to a secluded spot and forcefully pushed Wulfe onto his back, straddling him as I continued to kiss him.

Before I could do anything else, he swiftly flipped us over, grabbed my wrists, and pressed them tightly on either side of my head.

Now he was the one straddling me. "I told you, unicorn. I'm not that easy. Oh, I can see what you've done. It seems you need a firm hand and a long time. Let me get this started, and my love, Mimi, I will inform Damon so he can keep an eye on you."

He kissed me and whispered, "Oh, I've waited for this. I can't guarantee that I'll be able to stop anytime soon."

He ripped my dress off, revealing that I wasn't wearing any underwear. He used his spells to keep me trapped and naked, spreading my legs and admiring my body.

In a rough voice, he said, "Oh, how I love seeing you like this. Naked, helpless, willing, spread out like the perfect sacrifice for me."

He removed his Bermuda shorts, crawled on top of me, and began to worship my body with his kisses, nibbles, and licks. His spell kept me silent as he smiled, knowing he hadn't even entered me yet.

"Just like that, keep dripping your juices. You're going to need them. No need to listen to your pleas. Just take it all."

His tongue and fingers continued to torment me. Finally, he thrust his huge cock into my pussy, causing my eyes to roll back in my head. My hair was matted against my scalp from the sweat caused by the dozen orgasms he had already forced from my body.

It was perfect. He was rough, not waiting for my pussy to adjust, but taking what he wanted. He looked into my eyes, allowing me to speak.

All I could manage to say was, "God damn it, this is perfect. Oh, my God..."

He smiled, removing his spell at some point so I could move, but he was still in control. He was nothing like Damon.

Wulfe wanted this to be our thing, but for Damon, it has always been about his control over me. However, Wulfe made it something we shared, our thing, and he kept our scars pressed against each other all the time.

One day, I mentioned to Wulfe how Damon threatened to get rid of the trees that I had sanctified with others.

Wulfe smirked and said, "How about we take care of this forest floor as much as we can, and then tell him what he can do? Burn this whole damn island?"

I burst into laughter and replied, "Possibly. I can't exclude that either. But let's see what mood he's in when we want to return to the house. Not yet, we're not done."

Wulfe grunted in my ear, intensifying his efforts. "No, definitely not yet. Let's see how many weeks this takes."

We were in the middle of the jungle, and Wulfe had used his magic to create our own little canopy. He had twisted a few young saplings as a roof, and different flower vines grew in it, giving our hut a wonderful scent. We had the softest moss-lined bed, and we were lying cuddled together.

Wulfe was kissing me, touching me, and I didn't care how long it had been. My heart was still racing, but whatever spell Wulfe had cast on me, it liked me being with him. Or maybe he had done something to me with his magic. I heard footsteps approaching, but Wulfe just smirked. He wasn't worried at all. I had marked him all over, ensuring that he was mine.

In a sneering voice, number one said venomously, "It has been three weeks. Would you two stop and come to the house to have an actual breakfast and see who gets whom?"

Mariella wrapped herself around Damon and said, "See, he has made a house for them. There's a moss bed and a whole hut. He hasn't done this for anyone else, not even for me."

Wulfe calmly replied to Mariella, "As you are not mine, Mimi is. You can go, princess, and continue whatever you are doing. By the way, Damon, you are one weak alpha male, I gotta say."

Damon stepped closer, his voice soft, and asked, "Oh, please, enlighten me. Why am I weak?"

Wulfe responded, "You don't pay attention to Mimi the way you should. Let's recap, shall we? She had a plan to create a special heat for herself, and it went on for a few weeks before you even had any idea."

Wulfe's voice was smug, and a muscle in Damon's jaw twitched.

Wulfe continued, "So when you finally realized, what did you do about it? Absolutely nothing. Instead, you just let your own basic heat pheromones take over, so everyone would feel that heat, except for Mimi. You just couldn't see it, and I'm so tempted not to tell you."

Mariella replied, "Oh please, why are you so much better at this than Damon?"

"Because Damon is weak. He just doesn't understand that he has the strongest alpha female that there is in his hands. He needs to keep her under control. I don't mean putting her in a cage, but being there for her. Taking care of her, dressing her, feeding her, making sure she gets enough sleep. Choosing her and prioritizing her above anyone else. But you, princess, you ruin it all. You don't let Damon be the alpha because of your jealousy. And that brings me to my next point. You're a spineless wimp when it comes to Mariella," Wulfe's voice was merciless.

Damon crouched down, tilted his head, looked at me, and probed my mind, but I quickly put up my protection.

He frowned, and Wulfe gently chided me, "Now, now, unicorn, no need to be impolite." Wulfe continued, "Now, if I were in your position, Mariella would have been in a cage at least 8 times in the last 2 months. And in this heat, Demand Mode doesn't need you or her whining about making love. Those are just her ways of controlling you. All of this gives Mimi so much ammunition, and she's been collecting it for weeks. So her alpha side, as you might have sensed, is damn smug. After all, she's so much stronger than the so-called alpha male."

Damon nodded and said, "Those are good points, wonderful points. How about we go back to the house? You two can take a shower, we'll have breakfast, and then maybe it'll be time for me to have my alpha female."

I looked at him with disdain.

Wulfe gestured for Damon to approach, and as he froze me with his spell, he said, "One reason why she doesn't want you is that she doesn't want to be bred. Calling embryos her own is okay, but not through organic insemination. Now, it's time for you to learn this neat trick."

He exposed my left arm, making my long scar visible.

Wulfe said to Damon, "Put your scar against hers. It gives you a connection like no other. It gave me access to her hidden thoughts, and she has many of those. It's been fun trying to find them."

I could do nothing as Damon entwined his strong forearm with mine, aligning our scars perfectly. As they touched, I could feel him in my mind. I could feel his surprise as he discovered my little plans. 'Take them all.'

Wulfe told me, "This is for your own good, good for the pack. It will help you, Damon, and the rest of the pack, so don't be upset."

I was angry and could sense Damon's smugness as he noticed my frustration. I began to doubt my perfect little plan for the rest of my heat. My wrist was hurting, and Damon cursed under his breath as he saw this. He let go of my arm and showed me his tattoo, an image of entwined arms. This was what he was supposed to do.

I had something similar on my wrist, but mine had also a large red heart with golden letters that spelled "Wulfe." Damon frowned, not liking the sight of others' names on my skin.

We had already been in heat for eight weeks, with four more weeks to go, but I doubted that I would have much choice during that time. I could try, but something had changed in Damon. It was like something had clicked into place.

Mariella noticed it too, as her smile seemed relieved. Perhaps she saw that the pack would be better off once the alpha male started doing what he was supposed to do, at least during this heat.

Damon would face some obstacles on his journey, but he had made the right decision, and it was time to move forward. One thing was certain: my life was about to take yet another turn.

Damon grabbed me and teleported us into a bedroom in the house. It was time for a shower, and this time I somehow knew that no matter what others thought, Damon would stand by my side. I had no idea what this would entail. I was no longer the one making decisions; it was Damon, my alpha male, as he was meant to be.