The doorbell rang. I'd just finished another couple of rooms with Charles, who always teased me about installing ceiling lights. It does help to have a friend to do it with, someone to lift the dresser so I can get the rug under it, or not let me hang the curtains if they're too high. And won't even let me try to install any electrical fittings. That was kind of our inside joke.

I'd been putting this castle that I'd bought a while ago in for a while and Charles well had been hanging around, for example, he'd been installing light bulbs or laying the floor and then well always with the food and sometimes when I wasn't doing something I could take cans of Coke and sit in a chair and admire the fire that Charles had started.

We'd talk. About everything. I talked quite a bit about Damon's stuff, what he had done for me over the years, and also how hard Bran was defending Damon's stuff. Damon and the rest of the gang had put the party on probably two or three months ago, and I hadn't heard from them since. I was poisoned and Charles helped. The pack wasn't interested no need to really get in touch And there was no rush to gigs or anywhere. It was just nice to be. To talk to someone who understood. For some reason, Bran had always made Charles sound cold, hard. Insensitive.

But it wasn't like that. Charles cared. He admitted how hard it was for him at the European gig to let me do anything because he too is very protective and seemed to be even towards me. Charles and I kissed. It was lovely. I told him about the party, I told him how Damon's phone was full of women's numbers, and about the divorce. The flank wedding, the two of them, the shed session. We talked. I told him how Damon has taken appliances and modified them, and how he bragged about how many sheds he has. How he threatens. I also told him that Damon very rarely promises. Because he always keeps his promises

Charles said " That's what, Da says it's because Damon is so old and strong, you know what Honey, I'm the same age as Damon and I can say I've killed, I've had women, but I would never want to torture anybody. Never. And I can say I've been through my share of torture and then some but age is no excuse, now I don't know why Da is defending Damon with his life and blood. I don't really understand, but Honey, don't believe in excuses like that or defend Damon's behavior to yourself. " Charles sighed and then we kissed. And we kissed again. It's been a couple of weeks now and yes we've kissed but we haven't quite gone any further I couldn't judge when that would be.

When I actually defended Damon, first I told him what he did and in the same breath, I started coming up with all the reasons why and how it was my fault, how I can never shut up, and how the fleas have come between us. Charles always listened patiently and said " You two have had thousands of women come between you, no matter how much Honey, Damon kills these women, it doesn't take away the fact that he fucks them and shops with them. Just because you're going to kill someone doesn't make a casual relationship any more acceptable. Damon just can't stand that you created the Fleas and have control over it. It seems like Salvatore is another one of those guys who needs to be in control of everyone all the time. Me, honey, I'm not like that. The fleas are a great thing. And the fact that you go to gigs and run them, Damon should be proud, not bitter. He's a security risk because of those stunts. He seems to have no self-control whatsoever. "Charles was so damn different from Damon. And somehow so fucking perfect. He tastes so damn good, a couple of times I tasted his blood when I was in a lazy mood. It was like eating melted chocolate.

Like I said, Damon was partying and I used to get a little, well, off on other things besides Damon sometimes. He didn't like it, not at all, but when he did it himself and with so many millions of women. I didn't care. Charles cared about me, really. Again, in a way, I hadn't experienced it in a long time. Me and Damon. We fucked when it felt good, but now there had been a temper storm before the party where nothing I did was good. I'd called after I'd recovered from the poisoning, and some bimbo had answered. I didn't leave a message.

Damon then called me a couple of hours later and let me know. I was begging for the poisoning myself and the Fleas were a curse word. Pr gigs, well, that's what I was running away from. when I tried to suggest we go to the Azores. Damon had said, coldly. " Why do you always have to go somewhere... I can't, baby, I can't spend all my time planning some ultra-romantic kidnapping scheme. Why don't you just want to spend time with me? " I'd said we already spent time in Chicago before the gig, but when we did, we didn't fuck. We weren't cuddling.

We'd gone to sit in the living room, we'd been in Chicago. I was sitting in one chair and Damon was sitting in another and he was sexting, or sending naughty messages all the time to his women, and eventually, these women started calling him and started setting up dates and how he would take them. I didn't know what the whole fucking show was about but I went upstairs to take a shower. And then he rushed in with his eyes burning and accused me of not being jealous. What the fuck was I supposed to do.

I said "What would you have wanted me to do, Damon, you tell me? Attack you and seduce you or slam the phone against the wall and scream at you. I'm not in the mood to play games, I know what you are and you know what you are. What's the fucking need for drama now?" Then he'd slammed the door after he'd left and driven off. Then nothing, and then Adam announced that they were having a party and Damon was already there.

Charles went to gigs and I continued to do the castle by myself and we hadn't progressed beyond a couple of kisses because Charles was clearly holding back. I knew from what little I'd heard that Charles had once had a wife and they'd had Samuel's daughter as an adopted child, a fae child. Well, I thought we all have our stories and maybe one day Charles will share his with me. I didn't push. Charles sent text messages almost every day and put up a damn good fight with his father when he tried to get Charles to go to a gig at any time.

Luckily, the party kept Bran pretty busy so he didn't have time to push Charles all the time. It was amusing to find when I tried to browse the web for Kansas local farms and there were pictures of the ranch masters. Charles looked at them for a while and picked up his phone and placed a big order from each farm over the phone. We wouldn't go there. Because most of these were young guys and Charles was also jealous or even possessive on some level.

Charles then came back when I called him and told him that I had got a big set of lamps that I had ordered and I could probably install them now. Charles laughed and said, "Just leave the lamps alone Honey and I won't have to change the whole fuse box again." Well, the Sicilian house needed a little renovation after my little electrical work had caused some problems. Then when every room had no moldings in the ceiling or walls. Soon there were. Charles had me order and then he sawed and installed moldings everywhere.

I went to open the door. Damon, Bran and Samuel, and Adam watched for quite a while. "Honey, where did this green lamp come from?" Charles asked behind me "Upstairs, in the room that pisses me off." I replied casually. Charles smiled " Fine honey, let's see if this lamp gets you down. "Damon walked past me into the room and Bran and Samuel followed.

Samuel asked "Charles? But then he's a ladies' man, so be careful..." I felt like saying, "If I want to fuck Charles, I'll fuck Charles. But I didn't say it yet. Damon walked like a lion downstairs, sniffing and probing. Bran walked and watched but said nothing. Charles came down " Hey da, Samuel, Damon what are you doing here, looking for a new party place or did you run out of little pussies?" Bran said to Charles " Remember who you're talking to my boy, just remember." Charles said, " I'm talking to fucking machine number 3, Mimi Honey has told me quite a lot Da, quite a fucking lot.."

The men were silent at Charles' bluntness. Bran tried several times to speak diplomatically but Charles said it like it was. Straight. The men didn't go anywhere but found themselves rooms to stay in, Salvatore of course insisted that I fix up the master bedroom so we could get there. Damon and I didn't fuck at all. He came to bed but turned his back on me and was asleep right away. Whatever. If he has to be a teenager, then he can be one for me. That attitude seems to go on, then it goes on.

I put the rooms in order and developed my patience. It's not easy to make a bed or hang curtains when Salvatore is leaning against the doorframe and has nothing good to say about anything. Example: "Is this going to be a love nest for baby, you and Charles? Is that green Charles' favorite color, or is it because you tried so hard to match it? Is Charles now your perfect ideal man?"

The same song over and over. Not a moment's peace. Bran and Adam and Samuel were all over Charles. I couldn't do it all the time. Samuel came in as I was putting one of the rooms together and said "I didn't mean that you two had to start living alone, when I got Charles to help with the demon poison, I probably should have directed you to Colin anyway." Oh, fuck, I'm so fucking boiling over, and badly.

All the men were watching Charles and after living in the castle for a week for some reason Bran got an urgent call somewhere, there was a crisis that only Charles could handle. I finished the master bedroom during that week, and while Mr. Salvatore commented at various times I finally got fed up "Damon what the fuck is wrong with you? If you don't want to decorate then don't fucking decorate. But give me a fucking break,"

Damon lifted me by the throat and said in a chilling voice "I'm sure Mimi you don't talk to Charles like that. Are you two engaged yet? When's the wedding invitation coming? "I sighed this problem, Charles, and jealousy, fine. " "We're not engaged we've only just kissed, Damon kissed. Do you even remember what that is? Kissing? And you certainly can't afford to come in here being jealous when you know what you've been up to for the last 4.5 months, fucking others Damon, fucking. I've fucking kissed a few times, you're not going to pick me up by the throat for this anymore. Fucking believe it already!" I walked away as Damon put me down.

Damon went to talk to Bran "Bran, Mimi is impossible. She yelled at me not to be jealous because I have sex with women at parties. Haven't we tried to teach Mimi all these years that it doesn't really matter, it's just a moment's fun, but if my wife is planning to start an affair with someone else, then shouldn't I be jealous?"

Bran nodded "Didn't you tell Mimi to get an electrician to put in those lights, and didn't you have a talk about having this castle checked before you bought it? Mimi's got so much gallivanting in her wagon now that she doesn't even recognize when you give the order. Then she goes and kisses another man, takes him to live in the same house, and shouts at you not to be jealous, of course, you can and you should. Charles doesn't need this kind of disturbance right now. It clearly interferes with his enthusiasm to do gigs and you know, Damon, how important a role Charles plays in some of these gigs. That couple needs to be separated and Mimi is the source.

It seems to me that some little bitch needs a good rutting time and a lot of big cock and especially from her husband. I feel like it's now up to you and Adam to take Mimi all the way in wolf form in this heat. Showing Mimi her place. And don't worry if the bitch whines a bit when she first gets the knot in, yes a good knot stretches so fast that way the bitch learns and now that Mimi is more mature I think she will take the knot in without any trouble. It's time for Mimi to get a proper alpha male. "Damon was so angry, so jealous. "Yep, let's do that, good heat and knotting and then Mimi will know her place. "

Bran said, " Sedate Mimi, carry her to the bedroom, keep her sedated until you get the heat on properly, then we'll soften her up with a regular cock for a day or two, and then my boy you'll experience what it's like to be your alpha male." Damon nodded "I'll go get the meds ready." Bran shouted from the doorway "Hey Damon, make it strong and fucking long!" Damon nodded.

I was fixing up one of the rooms on the second floor when Damon came in. He walked right up to me and wrapped his arms around me then, I felt a sting in my upper arm. "What the hell Damon, what did you just hit me with?" I asked. Damon didn't loosen his grip but just held me tight, I started to struggle but he had me in his grip like a bloody strangler snake. "shh, Baby it's alright, go ahead, rest Baby for a minute, I'm here, it's alright..." I started to lose it when my legs were already jelly, and I really didn't understand why this was coming to drug me.

So nothing. I woke up in the upstairs bedroom naked. Damon was next to me, wrestling my fucking heat points and hard. The harder you push the heat spots the harder the heat. And my heat spots were usually pretty sensitive. My heat spots weren't even used more than once or twice and then Damon mostly brushed them. And the result was an 8-week heat.

I was still totally drugged up, only to realize that I was about to get heat, and fucking strong heat it was. "Morning wife darling, you're just about to get heat. There we go, now we're going to put the heat on and enjoy ourselves. I'll show you the difference between sex and sex, darling. When I fuck with you, it's totally different from when I fuck those women, you've seen how bored I am, it's just a kind of vicarious sex. But don't worry."

Damon turned on top of me and began to thrust into my wet, hot now already well slimy, rutting cunt. He thrust mercilessly and no matter how dazed I was, he knew his stuff. He was passionate hard, and demanding. I could feel his huge cock spreading me to the limit, pushing all the way to the base as hard and as hard as it could.

Within five minutes I came for the first time and the heat flared up with an intensity I'd never had before. We fucked passionately for three hours, then went to dinner. Samuel had also gone somewhere and Bran didn't even seem surprised by my heat. Adam was but didn't care anymore because the smell of my heat was so strong that in the end, all three men had only one thing on their minds, my hot slimy cunt