Today, which was kind of a recovery day after yesterday's rounds of sex, I had some snuggle time with Daddy. He sent me to Ambrose's room afterwards, because the ancient vampire was acting strangely. I was worried about him, too. I hadn't seen him lately.

I knocked on the door, then waited patiently outside the room. I heard nothing for the longest time, so I wondered if he was asleep. I went to turn away, but the door opened and I was dragged inside before I could make a sound.

"Who?" growled Ambrose, and I blinked up at him.

"Rose?"

He shifted his stance. "Who are you to call me so familiarly?"

I frowned. "Did you lose your memories, Rose?"

Ambrose grunted. "Answer me!"

I hugged his hips, surprising him. He shoved me off and my back hit the door quite hard. I yelped from shock and not pain, and he grunted.

"You're a magic user, huh? A defensive spell has been imbued into your body. You must have had me kidnapped and brought me here to this prison!"

"Rose, you can leave anytime. You just haven't wanted to for a really long time. You don't trust anyone, really. Not even Daddy nor me."

His silver eyes watched mine for any trace of a lie. He began to move his fingers towards the scars on my neck where he always buried his fangs to drink from me.

"You allowed my kind to drink from you? You're naught but a child!"

"Perhaps to you I am, but legally I'm an adult." I responded, then grinned up at him. "And I only allow you to drink my blood, Rose!"

His eyes widened slightly. "Me?"

"Yep. You kinda attacked me and drank from me without permission the first time, so I was poisoned, but then I forgave you and met with your primal side when I had you feed from me to awaken you from your stasis. He's really nice."

"What is his name?" he asked with baited breath.

"Daviel!"

Silver irises turned bright red, and I hugged Daviel's waist, feeling the primal side lift my small body.

"Anwyll, I had to be called out to explain. Ambrose injured himself and lost his memories of the time spent here." he murmured, nosing the hollow of my throat and sniffing deeply of my scent. "He has even forgotten you, my little wolf."

I hugged his head, kissing his forehead. "S'okay, Daviel. I still love you both. Are you hungry? Do you need to feed?"

He chuckled. "Yes, my little wolf. You are looking quite fetching again today. You like those long socks, do you not?"

"Oh, I really do. They keep my legs warm and I get extra kisses when I wear them. I'll have to stop in summertime, though." I pouted, letting him lay my back onto the middle of his bed.

Daviel smiled and pecked my lips. "You look adorable in anything you wear, Anwyll."

I blushed, fiddling with my oversized knit sweater. It was a cream color with silvery pieces of yarn in it, and my thigh-high socks matched with a silver stripe around the top and a band around the toes.

Daviel pushed underneath my sweater and hooked his fingers under my underwear, frowning a bit. "These feel different."

My face became hot just as he lifted the sweater higher. I was wearing the silky, lacy, light gray panties Blaine had picked out for me. Daviel just stared for a good minute, then he stroked his fingers over the silky part that covered my cock. I moaned softly, spreading my legs a bit wider for him to move between them. Daviel's gaze became hungry, but he grasped my hands and kissed them when I reached out for him. He pressed his middle finger into my mouth, having me suck and lick it until it was thoroughly coated with my saliva.

He rubbed his knuckles firmly over my balls and down to my hole. I moaned a bit louder, squirming until he pushed aside the narrow strip of soft fabric to press a finger to my hole. My back arched with a soft cry, my body tensing when he pressed his slick finger deeply into my channel.

"Ooh, Daviel..." I gasped, clenching my hands when he rubbed over that really good spot. I was already leaking a copious amount of pre-come.

My insides became hot and they started throbbing again, so I bucked my hips to relieve the symptoms. Daviel growled when he noticed my change.

"You saliva is an aphrodisiac when used internally." he quietly guessed, and I nodded to show that he was correct.

Daviel curled down and kissed me, a second finger slowly sliding in. I moaned into his mouth, clutching onto his shirt while he held my hands to his chest. Daviel kissed down my jaw and licked the scars on my neck.

As he rolled his fingertips over my prostate, he buried his fangs inside my throat. I mewled with a choked gasp, immediately orgasming into my panties. I shuddered and shivered, still moaning while he speared my insides with a third finger. I came twice more while he was feeding, then one last time just as he licked the wound shut.

Daviel pressed his lips to mine, slowly withdrawing his fingers from my backside. My slick disappeared and the inside of my panties felt clean and dry again, then I was tugged against Daviel's chest.

"Thank you," we said together.

I giggled at Daviel's shocked expression, quickly pecking his lips. "Thank you, Daviel."

He smiled and held me close, redressing me in my sweater. "You are very welcome, my little wolf. And thank you for the sustenance."

I nosed his chest with a happy smile. "You're welcome! Also, I hope Rose gets his memories back soon. I would be really sad if he forgot the first time he helped me."

Daviel petted my silvery-heather waves. "You are a good boy, Anwyll. I think he will be cured after this, since we saw your memories again."

"Mm, I hope so. I love you, Daviel. Please tell that to Rose, too."

He chuckled. "I will, and I love you, too."

I left the room not long after, starting to skip down the hall towards the staircase. I hummed happily, spinning around a few times. Thinking of Blaine had me thinking of Matteo. I wonder how he's doing?

"Daddy, is Matteo okay?"

His rumbly laughter came into my head. "He's begging to be released, baby. How about I put him in his room and only you can deal with him? He can only leave with your permission and he has to return if you tell him to."

I hopped down the steps while I mulled it over. "That sounds good, Daddy. But I don't want him to starve if I can't come to visit him."

"When it comes to that, baby, we'll deal with it. For now, stay in the east wing and head towards the door closest to the stairs on the righthand side. That is Matteo's room."

I thanked him with love and hugs sent his way, and I even mentally blew him a kiss. Daddy chuckled and shooed me along. I hurried to the door specified and knocked on it.

"Matteo? I'm coming in."

"No," came the rough grunt. "Don't come in."

"Okay, but I can get you something to eat. What do you want?"

It was quiet for a good few minutes, before I heard a heavy sigh.

"Whatever salad and or soup is available, please."

"Okay, Matteo. See you soon!"

A defeated huff reached my ears before I hurried away. I reached the kitchen in no time and skidded through the doorway. Blaine glanced up, since he was on lunch duty today.

"Why are you in a rush, Anwyll?"

I chewed on my bottom lip as I retrieved a tray and set a bowl and a plate on it. "Um, Blaine, would you be mad if I said I'm kinda in charge of taking care of Matteo now that he's back?"

Blaine stiffened, and the spoon clattered onto the countertop. "Wh-what?"

"Daddy made it impossible for Matteo to leave his room without my permission, so you're still okay, Laine."

Blaine sagged and I hugged his waist, but he chose to lift me into his arms instead. He buried his face in my neck, his body trembling as he hugged me to his chest. I hugged his neck, kissing his face and head.

"Ssh, Laine..." I soothed, massaging his scalp in firm movements. "It's okay, you're okay. I won't let him hurt you ever again."

Blaine shuddered, pressing his lips to my skin. "I-I know, Ann. I trust you to keep him in line."

"Thank you, Laine. I'm sorry for dropping this bomb on you, but I didn't want you to get worried. I love you."

"I love you too, Ann." he whispered, pecking my lips before he set my socked feet back down onto the marble floor. "Soup and salad, right?"

"Mmhm." I smiled, and he took care of dishing it up.

I pecked his lips in thanks and slowly made my way out of the kitchen with the tray in hand. I had made sure to grab a few napkins and the necessary utensils. Angel patted my head while I walked by, so I smiled at him. He had a knowing look in his eyes, so I wondered if he had overhead my conversation with Blaine.

When I got to Matteo's room, I banged my knee on the door. "Could you please open the door? The soup is hot."

I heard the heavy footsteps and the door opened, revealing a haggard husk of the Matteo I had first met. He had a beard now and he was thinner, and he had dark circles under his eyes. I stepped inside and set the tray onto the bed, then turned around to see Matteo place his hand on the barrier in his doorway.

"Daddy told you, then?"

Matteo grunted and slammed the door. "Bastard! Who the fuck puts a Lamia in with a guy who's terrified of snakes! Not to mention, he made sure she wrapped her body around me multiple times every week!"

"Someone who is trying to punish you for doing something really wrong." I said softly, and his dark blue eyes snapped up.

"Wrong? Blaine came onto me multiple times!"

"He was confessing his feelings for you, you stupid idiot!" I shouted back with an angry expression on my face. I held back a growl, and Matteo huffed while he looked away. "I'm in charge of you for now, Matteo."

"You?" he snorted, rolling his eyes. "Why the fuck would Alexandre put you in charge of me? Angel makes more sense."

"Maybe because I can help you."

Matteo stiffened. "Help me? I don't need help! Fuck off, brat."

"This brat brought you food. I can take it away, Matteo. Be nice."

The man sucked in his bottom lip with a pissed off expression on his face. "Thanks," he spat. "For nothing."

"Okay, Matteo. I'll get going now." I said, picking up the tray again.

Matteo's eyes widened. I never made idle threats. I stepped out of the room through the barrier, having told the door to open for me, then glanced back to Matteo's expression as the door shut behind me. He looked shocked and hurt. I warned him, though.

I walked away, then silently came back and set the tray down without so much as a single sound. I sat down with a soft smile, then rested my head on my knees to wait for Matteo to do something. He was the type that would burst at some point, which would be relatively soon at this rate. He clearly reached his breaking point multiple types in Daddy's dungeon, but he would never admit it. I needed him to admit it, and to let his tough guy facade drop to the ground.

"Anwyll?" came a broken voice through the doorway. "Anwyll, please, come back... I'm sorry. I'm hungry. Please, I promise I'll be good for you."

I was quiet, then heard what was a distinct sob. After I had heard several, I stood up with the tray and then moved in front of the door.

"Please open the door, Matteo." I said softly, and the door was swung inwards not long after.

Matteo's eyes were red and his cheeks were damp. "Y-you came back?" he whispered, and I stared into his sad eyes.

"I never left, Matteo."

A choked sob burst from his throat as he shut the door. "I-I thought for sure you'd leave me, just like all the others."

As I stared at the raw version of Matteo—his true self—it reminded me of how broken everyone was who lived in our home. Matteo was no different.

I set the tray down on his bed and turned around. "Matteo, please come here."

He sniffled and weakly rubbed his eyes. "What is it? Are you going to laugh at me, too?"

"Ssh," I shushed, holding out my hands. "Mattie, it's okay to cry. It's okay to not be tough all the time. It's okay to be yourself. I won't judge you for any of that."

Matteo nibbled on his bottom lip as he stepped close enough to grasp my small hands. "Y-you won't?" he whispered, blinking back tears.

I squeezed a couple of his fingers of both his hands. "No, I won't, but I will get upset and scold you if you do bad, and or stupid, things."

Matteo knelt down and sat on his heels, looking up at my face. "Really?"

I smiled at him and leaned down to kiss his forehead. "Really, really."

The big man closed his eyes and let tears slide down his cheeks. "I'm so sorry, and I am so sorry for what I did to Blaine. I'm so bull-headed if my emotions spiral out of control."

I tilted my head. "You're a bull, Mattie? I thought you were a bear."

Matteo weakly smiled. "I was a 'magnificent' bull that my father prized, holding me higher than anyone else until I made even the smallest of mistakes—both inside and outside of the house. I was beaten if I could not perform, and I was often used in illegal bullfighting if I did not win first prize in the shows. I was his cash cow in some respects and the worst burden in others."

I squeezed his fingers, my bottom lip trembling. I bit it to stop the shaking, but it didn't work. Matteo noticed and his own eyes filled with tears.

"Don't cry for me, Anwyll. I'm not a good person."

I sniffled and shook my head, letting go of his hands to hug his neck. He stiffened, but relaxed and rubbed my back in awkward movements. He eventually found a rhythm while he hugged me with his left arm.

"Eventually, Mattie, you will have to prove to Blaine that you're sorry, because he's so traumatized by what you did to him. Yeah, you've probably done more than a few bad things, but I know you're not a horribly evil person. You've been hurt too, by not just your father. I can tell. You don't trust easily. You don't even trust my daddy."

Matteo squeezed my body a bit tighter as I continued, "But I want you to be able to trust me, Mattie. I want to be the person you can rely on, turn to if you need to, and love if you want to. I want to be someone special to you."

He shuddered and sniffed my neck, carefully setting his cheek on my shoulder. "Is it okay if I think about it?"

"Of course." I whispered, kissing his prickly jaw joint. "Take all the time you need."

Matteo seemed to reluctantly move away from me, and he glanced behind me to the tray of food.

"It might be a little less hot now, but I still think you should shower and shave." I said softly, cupping his cheeks.

He slowly nodded while I brushed my thumbs over his damp cheeks. "Will you be here when I'm done?" he asked quietly.

"Mmhm," I smiled gently, brushing my fingers over his nape. He shivered, his eyes going nearly black. "Take a shower, Mattie."

His eyes returned to the normal dark blue hue, then he sighed and got up. I watched him head for the bathroom, then hurried into his closet to get some clean clothes for him. I grabbed a fresh towel as well, then cautiously opened the door five minutes later to set the stuff on the counter while he was in the shower. I closed the door again and moved around his room for a moment.

It was simple and kind of homey in a very fresh way with a bed, a nightstand, and a chair to my left with a white and black hexagonal-patterned rug below the bed, the edge reaching the chair. I followed the edge to it, then sat down on the comfy suede chair in the corner and curled up, patiently waiting for Matteo.