As I tiredly made my way to the kitchen for a late-night snack, I pondered my plans for the next day. Glancing at the display, I noticed that several Salvatores were unavailable, but we still had most of the girls, along with Adam, Charles, Lepard, Demon, and myself, plus some other Salvatores.
With the kids now in the same spaces, it was easier to manage them, and I saw there were plenty of people logged in for kid duty, so that was one less worry. Tomorrow was laundry and cleaning day, followed by some crystal tinkering. In the evening, I planned to watch movies and knit, but for now, I was just going to grab a meal, some coffee, a drink, and then get some much-needed sleep.
"Honey, what are you doing? My love, you look exhausted," Adam's warm voice inquired from behind me.
He had noticed my arrival in the kitchen and came to check on me.
I turned around and replied, "I just made a hell of a lot of bouquets, arranged all the potted plants, took cuttings, and whatnot. Now, I'm just seeking a meal, drinks, and a warm, soft bed. Tomorrow, I have cleaning and laundry, and some free time because I did a bit of work and got Mariella and Damon back together. It might take them a few days to hash things out, and they seem to be taking a few girls with them, but we'll be fine."
Adam murmured in response, "You know, I'm free for the night, so you might notice you won't be alone in your bed. Yeah, you're so damn smug, and you know what that does to me, honey..."
His voice deepened into a rough, dark croon as my smugness began to affect him. His hard cock pressed against my back, and his large hands groped my breasts. He was clearly eager, and my body, despite my exhaustion, was as ready as ever for some bedtime action with Adam, making him grunt as the scent of heady strawberries and champagne, my arousal, wafted through the air.
He let me go reluctantly, so I went to the fridge, and he started preparing our coffees. Our peculiar existence differed greatly from that of humans in many ways, one of which was our intense need for coffee. Each of us typically stuck to one type of coffee for days at a time, to the point where we practically smelled of it. The scent lingered near our ears, and by smelling each other, we could discern what kind of coffee was needed. Adam had just caught a whiff of my particular aroma.
Meanwhile, Adam was busy in our coffee cupboard, which housed over 300 varieties of coffee blends. Some were single-origin beans, but even these varied slightly in caffeine content and other substances, all tailored to our specific needs.
Typically, Salvatores and I drank very similar, if not the same, coffees, as we were biological halves, meaning our needs were nearly identical. This was also true for other pairings within our pack, especially those of protector and protégé.
These thoughts briefly crossed my mind as I reached for the pot of meat stew I'd eaten earlier. I took a large plate and filled it, knowing I needed to eat as much as possible, as often as possible, to fuel my body.
I was not human; far from it. I was supernatural, and my body operated at a far faster rate than a human's. This meant my calorie intake, body temperature, and pulse were astonishingly high by human standards.
Our bodies required a higher internal temperature, and our physiology demanded unusual things. If a human doctor were to take my temperature, they might suspect a terminal fever, as my normal temperature is 104.2°F. My body functions perfectly fine at this temperature. Moreover, I can tolerate even higher temperatures. If I were to get sick, my fever could reach nearly 108°F without my body overheating. As I said, we are supernaturals, chimeras, and we operate by our own rules.
"My love, thinking about physiology again? Let me tell you, we'll have a fun time in the bedroom after our meal. Let's play doctor, shall we?" Adam's deep voice broke into my thoughts.
He had already prepared the coffees and was now checking on me.
My original protector, my first and truest, was Adam. Despite Damon being my biological half, my connection with Adam was incredibly strong. He understood me, cared for me, and yes, he was fantastic in bed. I had to admit to myself that he was a nearly perfect guy. He was as dashing as ever, and though he was dominant, he truly desired me. He never hesitated to show me just how much he missed me and wanted to be with me.
"Hmm, you're eager, aren't you, my love," I said to him, "but let's eat first."
He chuckled as I prepared our plates and set them on the table, having also made our drinks, including my coffee. Just as I was about to sit down, he grabbed me and pulled me onto his lap, holding my hands still. Then, he began to feed me, just as he had done a long time ago, the very first time we met.
His dominance enveloped me like a warm blanket, yet I knew I was the stronger of us – it was simply the way things were. I had certainly had times when I needed or yearned for someone to be strong for me, but that never happened, which ultimately led me to become strong on my own. It was just part of life.
I shifted slightly as he fed me, and his murmur in my ear was quite effective: "Careful there, honey, or we won't end up in the bedroom, but sanctify this damn kitchen."
Adam usually possessed more self-restraint than Damon, but it seemed Mr. Hauptman was at his limit regarding my behavior and my not-so-innocent movements on his lap, grinding myself against the hot, hard cock straining in his pants. Oh, this was fun. This kind of slow seduction was my specialty.
Once upon a time, it had also been Damon's specialty, but then again, considering he was actually a hive and not just one version, I wasn't entirely sure which versions of him were more receptive to my slow seduction versus direct, passionate action with minimal foreplay.
He continued to feed me, grunting from time to time when my squirming really got him going.
I, the epitome of innocence, sought to distract him by saying, "I told Charles about the program for special needs kids. For humans, it would mean some sort of disability, but for supernaturals, it means they have special abilities and powers, requiring extra support. Now, this program can provide educational grants, which would help offset some of the expenses."
Adam pulled me tightly to himself and crooned, "Let Charles deal with that, my love. I can guarantee, my wife, that soon there will be no trivial worries in your head once we get to the bedroom. There will only be one thing on your mind, and it will be you chanting my name, pleading and begging for more from me."
He was truly heated, which made me smile. I turned my head and nipped his neck, making him grunt and offer me another forkful of succulent meat, as if to prevent me from nipping him further. Otherwise, his self-restraint would have been gone in seconds. Oh, this was such a fun play.
As we finally made our way to my selected bedroom, I admired its old-fashioned charm: rose-patterned wallpapers and blankets, a big, soft, luxurious bed, clean air, and soft pillows. While there were no flower columns, there were boards filled with my plants in front of the large windows, along with a nice, wide rocking chair I planned to use for knitting. The deep windowsills also served as my flower table, as it wasn't within reach of every window.
"Hmm, honey, this room needs some lust," Adam murmured as he ripped my clothes off, threw me onto the bed, and closed the door with a spell.
He then undressed himself with a spell as well. His dark brown eyes were now almost black with lust, and he pressed my naked body onto the bed, spreading my legs. Without asking or waiting, he thrust his enormous dick into my sopping pussy and kissed me as if he wanted to devour me. He seemed insatiable, but so was I, as our lust ignited once more, the sex beast truly revving up.
I could feel Adam's skin under my fingers, his breath mingling with mine. The sounds of our bodies uniting and our passion unfurling echoed in the bedroom, as we showed each other just what we meant to one another.
It was a veritable hodgepodge of emotions and sensations: love, lust, frustration, yearning, jealousy, the need to be close, the need to possess each other. Our bodies coupled like beasts rutting, while our souls united and connected in the most primal way. Our moans, grunts, and groans were a symphony in our bedroom. Yeah, this was our bedroom, no one else's but ours.
His pheromones flooded my senses, telling me exactly what he felt. I could see the intensity in his gaze as he smelled my pheromones, sensing my own feelings mirrored back at him. I panted as his huge cock plowed into my pussy with a fierce pace. His skin met mine, his feverish hands mapping my body, his sharp nips all over me as he bit me, marking me as his, leaving faint traces of crisp pear scent behind each bite. While some might call them love bites, for us, they were much more – lust bites, far more carnal than mere love.
We were more than just two people fucking; what we did was connected on a primal level. Letting ourselves feel each other and our connection, it felt as though our souls were uniting, an otherworldly connection that felt so wonderfully intense. Yet, I was in the mood to spice things up and show Mr. Hauptman once again how I could make him plead and beg. Oh, I was ready for some bedtime domination with my dear husband.
I grunted, unable to speak as Adam withdrew from me. He then turned me onto my belly, raising my hips before plunging back into my wet, greedy cunt with a fierce thrust, resuming our passionate encounter. He used my hair as a rope, tying my hands behind my back and rendering me helpless.
As he leaned over me, his thrusts jolted my body, and sparks of lust flew in my eyes. My plan for domination was far from unfolding, as I was consumed by repeated orgasms, leaving me a shuddering, reactive mess with an insatiably greedy pussy and sweaty skin.
The air was thick with the scent of our lust, and Adam showed no signs of tiring, pounding into me like a beast in season. In that moment, I was truly his, and nothing else mattered. While the opportunity for domination might arise later, for now, I was simply being fucked roughly and passionately. Orgasms, like wildfires, hit me one after another, and utterly helpless, I surrendered to our passion, allowing our connection and needs to shine, letting life be wonderful once again.
I enjoyed dominant, rough sex; it truly turned me on. Perhaps I was naturally inclined towards it, or maybe it was a learned response. For a long time, I had to suppress my reactions and feelings, so once I learned to express myself, this became my preference. It's also possible that I am a strong, dominant alpha female who needed to be put in her place.
However, at that moment, none of that mattered. My entire existence was consumed by the feeling of rough, hard thrusts entering me, Adam's hot breath on my neck, his strong hands controlling me, and the sounds and smells of our wild fucking.
This wasn't some gentle, human lovemaking on a beach; it was as intensely hardcore sex, supernatural as possible, something most humans couldn't even witness. All that existed was my body's reaction and pleasure flooding every cell. My face was pressed against the soft mattress, the pillowcase damp with my sweat and drool.
Adam's grunts next to my ear fueled my wild mood; I could feel his excitement and arousal. He, too, was slick with sweat and exertion, but we both needed this. This wasn't a time for sharing emotions, only for indulging ourselves, much like in the past.
When Damon had left for his other women and broken my heart, my usual remedy was a week or more with Adam, who truly owned me. This helped, so in a way, being owned by Adam, and only him, was also healing me. It was something that had always brought a sense of peace and love to my heart.
Although humans might view our actions as too rough and brutal, we are not human, so their rules and norms don't apply to us. This was our time, our way of living, loving, and being part of the lust pack. As beings whose primary purpose is to populate new dimensions with our offspring, sex and carnality were integral to our daily existence. Initially, I almost rebelled against this, as it seemed all our pack members did was fuck and not do much else.
However, I came to understand that a strong sex drive, stamina, and the ability to orgasm intensely were precisely the tools we needed for our purpose. Since I was the strongest among us, it was essential that I also multiply and possess a robust sex drive. I slowly learned that fucking was a daily reality within our pack, and there was no cause for shame. We were not sex addicts; we were simply fulfilling our purpose.