Everything was perfect in the heat of the Azores, or so it seemed.
At least it was for the first weeks or so, but as Mariella’s lust faded from several Salvatores, they withdrew to cook, drink, swim, and talk rather than have sex with her.
Mariella didn’t mind at first because Number One was the only one for her.
She was overjoyed that the promise had been renewed, both for her and for him.
She would be his first, and he was her first.
They were each other’s.
But weeks passed, and lust, despite its strength, felt almost boring.
Mariella rolled to her side as Damon walked to the bathroom.
She was initially unsure of what this nagging feeling or sensation was.
Sure, she knew she’d been all over the place and that her lustful craziness had led them here, but why was she feeling almost bored?
Why sex was no longer so perfect and why she did not feel like a lust queen, the best of females.
Then it struck her.
She wasn’t.
She was not the best, not a good pack member, and not a loyal wife.
She was a freaking sex addict, and she had not even considered meeting Mimosa and the others before arriving here.
Oh my God, they must despise her, and for good reason.
But what are Mimi and the others doing?
She pondered; the smell of sex, sweat, and bodily fluids hanging thick in the air almost made her nauseous, and she cast a spell to get rid of it, at least temporarily, but the slickness in her thighs and her throbbing pussy felt so disgusting; she felt like she had no self-control, and all she could think about was pleasure.
And then it happened again: this damn brief flicker of smugness, this sense of enjoyment that was not hers, hit her once more, and she furrowed her brows, trying to figure out what the fuck was going on and where these little snippets of smugness came from.
Who was so damn smug and enjoyed themselves so much?
Was Mimi at work and enjoying her missions so much, or what the fuck was going on?
Irritation hit her once more as she realized she was just a set of holes.
There wasn’t much talk or emotion when they fucked, other than raw lust, but that damn short burst seemed to have everything: emotions, enjoyment, and smugness, and it pissed her off.
As Damon returned from the bathroom, Mariella stood up and said tersely, “I am going to take a shower.
Now there is something going on with Hive; someone is way too smug and happy, and I want to dig into who the fuck it is.
I mean, I know we blew it, I blew it, but what the hell is going on?
I got these brief flashes of happiness, smugness, and pure pleasure a few days ago, and it all makes this,” she gestured around the bedroom with an irritated throw of her hand, “so damn cheap.”
Damon was still too lustful to think because he hadn’t received those transmissions and was simply thinking about how to get Mariella back in the mood.
His cock throbbed as he was thinking about continuing still; no need to think, just feel.
Mariella finally emerged from the shower and snapped, “Don’t bother; I am not lustful after those damn snippets, which ruins my mood and wakes me up to realize what an idiot I’ve been once again. It could have been so different, meeting Mimosa and others and showing them our house and shops, but my brain went on vacation, and my pussy made the decisions. Fucking hell!”
Her eyes flashed violet as her magic flared up.
She had grown stronger, but because she lacked Mimi’s willpower, her control over her magic occasionally slipped, despite Damon’s efforts to keep her under control.
Now, lust had taken over, and he didn’t mind; however, a flash in Mariella’s eyes woke up his dominance, and he, too, began to reflect on what they had done and could have done.
“Fuck, I guess I ought to get a shower as well, but what snippets are you talking about?”
Mariella sent one of them to him and spat, “These. I have had these for a few days now. Someone is having a blast, and it is not clear enough for me to understand what this person is actually doing.”
Damon’s expression hardened as well, and he stood up, walked into the shower, and tried to use his power to figure out who sent it and what happened, but it was too brief, a mere teaser, and he realized it was intended as such.
Basically, someone was fucking at their face.
Or showing them how stupid they were.
As they finished getting dressed and moved on to eat, they were surprised to find several salvatores cooking in the kitchen.
No longer affected by lust.
Numbers two, four, five, eight, nine, and ten were cooking, and Mariella could sense their disdain for the whole situation.
They were not particularly pleased to be here.
Number five turned around from the wagyu sauce he was making and sneered at Mariella, “Well, darlin’, whatcha think about my little transmission? It stems from my alpha female; she is having a great time and has her own plans.”
Mariella stammered, “Mimi, but I…I, what do you mean, plan, having a blast? Is she working?”
Number two walked up to Mariella, oozing danger, and eight followed suit, his voice a menacing hiss, “If you could next time stop frosting us with your lust as you need pussy slaves, so we could have actual pack life, it would be most appreciated. Now all we can do is react after the fact.”
Number one took a deep breath and calmly asked, “What do you mean? What has she done?”
Eight replied, “Let’s just say that out of our pack of 30, 19 members are not particularly impressed with us. Mariella, did you realize how disappointed and hurt Mimosa and Shadow were when they found out you chose your pussy over them, that you hadn’t seen them in over 13 years and didn’t care enough to invite them to meet, but you had lured us to be pussy slaves and used as gigolos? Oh, sorry, gigolo is actually the wrong term because those get paid, while we do not. You understand how we felt when females used us, do you, angel?”
This one was really pissed off, and Mariella took a step back, swallowed, and realized what she had done.
She remembered all of those conversations with Number Eight and how much he hated being used by women.
As a boy toy, and now she had done exactly the same: she had let him down, and she would have to face the consequences of her actions, which would be difficult.
Number one didn’t bother attempting to defuse the situation because he, too, realized what a bunch of idiots they had been.
Number four stated, “I miss those kids so freaking much. It’s difficult to accept that there will be no more rage exercises with Sadie or attempts to persuade Dash to change his mind, regardless of who he’s fallen for. I wished so much that Amber would stomp out of that door, telling me how Candice used her eyeshadow and how it looked better on her. I miss them, and it is difficult to let go. I should have been stronger; I wasted the last months here as this damn whore used her lust to lure us into being pussy slaves.”
His voice was filled with genuine pain, which made Mariella flinch.
She felt like a damn hussy and so damn shallow, and she had admitted that it had been a relief to let those kids go, but she was clearly not built to be a mother.
She felt no anguish over letting them go.
For her, they had become almost like a burden in the end, and she was fed up with all the teenage drama.
As she began to ponder, she realized what had been the most pressing issue.
Again, the ugly truth hit her in the face.
Her problems with her children and her life changed when the teenage time hit those children, and the focus shifted from her to them.
She was no longer Damon’s most important person or the object of his attention, but those teenagers had taken up so much of his time and attention in helping them, and she had been overlooked.
God, what an idiot she had been.
Mariella tried to find another reason, but the ugly truth remained: she had acted like a child, pouting when the entire pack had not focused on her and her needs, but the kids had taken precedence over her, and it had caused her to see them almost as enemies.
She wasn’t a mother, and Mimi had been correct all along: there was no maternal bone in the body.
She was a selfish, conniving cunt who had no sense of true friendship.
How the hell could she face the rest of the pack again?
In the tense atmosphere of the kitchen, nothing seemed right again, and Mariella noticed how rundown it was.
It was not as fancy as they had had and was not clean and top-modern, as it was an old house.
Since it was more or less their sex palace, no one bothered to update the kitchen because it was rarely used.
The table was dull.
Just a normal wooden table, like an Ikea version, countertops were melamine or something, not the crystal or stone ones that Mimi preferred; walls were quite boring, and there were only nondescript curtains in the windows.
It appeared that it was no longer a sanctuary or a place of love, as it had been when Mimi and Damon were here.
Mariella realized she had felt that love and used it, but it had worn off over the years and been replaced by lust, nothing more, bluntly stated.
As wonderful as it felt to come here, this was just a porn shack.
Nothing too special.
Mariella began to realize how much that time had taught her, and she felt as if she had let herself down, her pack down; she was no beta female, and she couldn’t blame Mimosa and others for their dislike for her.
But how do we move on?
How to muster courage and face whatever the pack was doing, and Mariella noticed Damon’s favorite question: did they have it right?
Did they have the right to just barge in and hope for the best?
They had to do something, anything, in order to move on, to show the rest of the pack that even though they had made some mistakes, they could find the right path again, but even this idea made Mariella sneer in her mind.
This was not just a minor misstep but a big mistake, and fixing it would require something, but first they needed to find out what the hell Pack was doing and then see what they could do.
How could they repent and try to live as a pack and learn from their mistakes?
And Mariella knew once more it was all her fault; she just had this nasty, selfish part, her princess part, and despite everything they had gone through during those years, it seemed her princess side had truly once again woken up and made a mess of things.
Damon, number one, stated, “It appeared that it was once again time for us to face the music, see what this damn smugness is all about, and try to make them forgive us or even scoff at us, but we blew it and we know it. However, I believe we can do better and try to show the rest of the pack that we have our brains back and we are ready for whatever they are doing. We need to be a part of it; we need to restart this damn pack life and confront our flaws and mistakes.”
Number two snapped, “Pretty words, once again, but they are just words, as our actions have spoken much louder than any fancy explanation you are coming up with. So it is not that simple to just go and say we can do better. As it is not so unlikely that this will not happen in the future, but sure, let’s go and see what we missed, or better yet, what your pussy made us miss,” his cold gaze zeroing in on Mariella, who flinched under the weight of it.
But now it was time to move on; perhaps this was another rock bottom, and the only way was up, right?