Her Forever

Parisa’s POV

The bathroom was massive; it was half the size of the large studio room we were staying in and held both a jacuzzi tub and a large walk-in shower. The entire room was tan with hints of small succulent plants and hanging eucalyptus over the shower. The smell opened my lungs as the steam filled the room with its healing properties.

Steam showers were my new favorite, better than the cold showers I had to deal with for many years. I never wanted to be without one. Breathing in the intoxicating scent, the eucalyptus was radiating; I felt the heat begin to rise again. Does it ever really stop? My breaths became heavy, I just wanted a shower to feel a bit normal, but the s*x goddess in me had woken up. I couldn’t get enough of my mate.

“I knew you would see it my way,” Elea joked. “All this, ‘I’m scared,’ and junk was just in your insecurities to perform correctly and not thinking you were good enough.”

“Oh, so you are a psychiatrist now? Anything else you want to tell me?” I scoffed while I rinsed my hair.

“Yeah, our mate has been staring at your a*s for the past five minutes, and you haven’t even once noticed.”

I flinched as Hades’ hand curved around my waist and made its way down south. His finger cupped my mound as he rubbed it slowly. “My mate is feeling her heat again, hm?” His nose trailed up my neck as I rolled my head back on his chest. n*****s pebbling under his touch, I reached my hand lower to force him to put two fingers into me.

“Getting bold, aren’t we?” Fingers started to pump into me as he held onto my breast for grip. My h**s automatically bucked into his palm as I wanted more. The shower continued to roll down our bodies, and his joggers began to get wet. He came in the shower with pants?

“I couldn’t stand it anymore, I felt you in the other room, and then I got distracted; who wouldn’t with a body like this?” Hades hissed as he ground his e******n into my a*s. My body spasmed c*m started to go down my leg. I didn’t know where the water began or where my slick ended. Taking Hades’ hands off me, I felt my inner animal come to the surface. Elea kept whispering what I should do to him, and I wanted nothing more than to make him feel like he makes me feel.

My claws extracted as I ripped his joggers; by the time this heat was over, neither of us would have any clothes left. His d**k sprang free and hit his stomach. Fully erected, I still can’t imagine him being inside me; he could tickle my belly button with that thing.

“Like what you see?” huskily, he spoke as he stroked it a few times. Hades’ touching himself made me wet with need; my heart could be felt straight between my thighs as he tickled my stomach with it. My claws grabbed his h**s as I knelt down and sucked him right into my mouth. Hades hissed and leaned back on the cold shower wall that caused slight chills to run down his leg.

Many women felt powerless as they would kneel in front of men, which may be so in most situations, but at this moment, I felt like the one with the power. I could suck him dry in a matter of seconds, prolong his pleasure or not give him anything at all. I could give or take everything away from him.

What I wanted most was to give him pleasure; he had taken care of me multiple times and always made sure I felt nothing but heaven before he even thought of himself.

I took his entire length and hit the back of my throat. My knees felt the burn on the cold shower floor as they started to ache. The ache only gave me the drive to push forward and have my tongue enter part of his slit that gave me his salty snack.

Hades’ hands gripped my wet hair tightly as I took him out of my mouth. Something else was calling me, something a bit more daring, and Elea was scratching at me to complete the task. “Spread your legs,” I growled out; Hades stiffened as his grip gently let go. “Do it, mate,” I growled out again, and his legs widened just enough to do what I wanted.

Sucking in one of his balls in my mouth, Hades’ back arched. He was blinded by pleasure as my tongue slipped beneath his balls and licked his taint. Hades yelled as he grabbed his d**k and my hair as I continued to lick this forbidden zone.

“Parisa,” he hissed. “Mother f*****g,” he growled out as his balls tightened. My body stopped as Hades pulled me up under my arms. “I can’t come that quickly, my flower, not when it isn’t anywhere near your p***y.”

He was right; I didn’t want his seed to spill out anywhere else; I wanted in my body. It didn’t matter that I knew we couldn’t have pups; I just wanted him. All the essence of him inside me. Hades slapped my a*s to make me jump and wrap my legs around his waist. Opened mouth k****s marked my neck as I turned off the shower and led me to the large fluffy rug in the middle of the bathroom.

My back hit the softness of the rug while my cavern was pounded by his enormous shaft. Hades grunted as his muscles gripped my shoulders to thrust himself harder. My body continued to move along the carpet as he watched his d**k disappear into me.

“Bite him,” Elea pressured me as I took his c**k. “Bite him harder!” A growl ripped through my throat as I sprung up as I felt Hades almost release his pressure. My fangs grew, and I bit Hades harder than I did during our bonding while we both fell over the edge. Hades roared loudly as his seed shot into me; he continued to spurt his hot come until it overflowed until my body couldn’t take it anymore. B***d seeped through his shoulder as I tasted him on his lips.

“s**t,” he whispered as he fell to the side. His hard e******n still looked angry as it fell from my body. Pulling me close, he wrapped his arms around me. “It just gets better and better, doesn’t it?” he chuckled as he kissed my forehead. Our heavy breaths intermingled with each other as I laid my head on his chest.

I hummed in agreement as I listened to his heart. My heart had the same rhythm as his as we lay on the fluffy floor. “They beat together?” Hades’ eyes were closed as he rolled over to tuck my head under his neck.

“They do, don’t they?” Hades’ was fading fast, his heart started to slow, and mine followed suit. My eyes grew heavy as Hades’ breath evened out. Before I could ask him why we were so tired, we both fell into a heavy sleep.

Jack’s POV

I took Michael to the pack office. He slumped up the stairs while that stupid animal chatted in his ear. What the hell was that thing anyway? It always hopped out when someone was all disturbed or distressed.

Opening the doors to the large mahogany doors, I see the desk that has been replaced far too many times. This whole room had to be redone after Rosalie dealt with her own kidnappings, and Sampson decided to trash the place. After the mating and luna ceremony, Rosalie had the whole room cemented down to the floor so I couldn’t throw things; it didn’t’ help with the desk at home; I’ve broken that one too many times since Parisa’s disappearance.

I resisted the urge to sit behind my desk and just sat across from Michael on the other couch. Kitten said it was too intimidating for our own children, and I needed to take a more fatherly, subtle approach when talking to our children. She really did run the pants in the family. I rubbed my hand down my face as Michael stared at the floor.

“An alpha does not stare at the floor; he faces his fears. Now, look me in the eye.” Michael’s face held no tears, thank goddess. I can’t handle a crying alpha right now. His back straightened up, and he looked me in the eye; his wolf was tense; I could feel it.

I growled out as I slapped my knee. “I know I yelled at you; I told your mother I wouldn’t be that kind of father, but damnit Michael, I thought you would think of us as better parents.” Michael didn’t say anything as he shifted his body on the couch.

“If you did tell us about this fairy, I don’t think it would have done any good. We would have looked for this fairy for ages and never found her. Fairies can hide well, and if they don’t want to be found, they won’t. Still, I need you to tell me these kinds of things. Tell me what is going on in our territory for the sake of others.”

“I understand,” Michael’s voice became stronger than earlier. “I did make a mistake, and I agree with your punishment. I think I should have a greater punishment, actually.”

“Michael, you were eight,” I sighed as I got up to sit beside him. “Today has been exhausting. Your sister is back now, and that is all that matters. She is safe. Parisa found her mate even,” I gritted my teeth. She was my daughter, and the last time I saw her, she was but a little girl; hell, she still looked like a little girl. Now she is over at the mating cabin getting it on with God of the Underworld; how the hell can Rosalie take this?

Michael and I did our usual side pat on the shoulders; we weren’t much for huggers. Rosalie always made us do a mandatory hug when everyone in the family fought, but she wasn’t here now, was she? Gods, I love Rosalie; she really pulls our family together. She made sure that our family was everything she ever wanted.

Most of the time, she put her emotions on the backburner so her children could see her happy while they were awake. Rosalie had always been my tiny solid human turned werewolf.

Michael had agreed to go to business school, which was the plan for the children in the very beginning. The businesses I ran to keep the pack strong financially were necessary. I wasn’t going to let my father and I’s hard work go to waste. I’ll have a few more years as Alpha, but that was fine; with Rosalie, she did half of the job anyway.

We both walked back into the surveillance room with Vulcan holding Tamera’s hand. Michael and I looked at each other and back at Rosalie, who quickly shook her head to make sure I didn’t blab out something ridiculous.

“Anway, Vulcan, can you come to take a look at this?” Rosalie announced as he walked over, along with Tamera.

“A fairy!” she gasped. I’ve never seen one moving before, only in pictures.” Vulcan stared at the fairy and back at Rosalie.

“This isn’t a fairy,” Vulcan’s face scrunched. “That’s Demeter. Disguised as a fairy.” Bohdi and Rosalie gasped while we heard sucking noises in the corner.

We all bolted our heads to the sound to find Ares and Mariah making out on the couch. Ares’ tongue was halfway down her throat. I’d give anything to be doing that with my Kitten right now.

“Mariah!” Rosalie gasped. Ares and Mariah stopped while both of them blushed. What the hell have I been missing? Are they mates?

“Take that somewhere else!” Rosalie’s eyes bulged out of her head as Mariah started giggling and pulling a thrilled Ares out of the room. Someone needs to make him wear some sort of support underneath that leather smock he wears.

Rosalie sighed as she rubbed her temples. Going behind the chair, I started to massage her shoulders and k**s the top of her head.

“Great job, Kitten. We are another step closer.”

“Closer? We just added another person to the list of suspects and nothing else! Why would Demeter want to get involved now!?”

Vulcan pulled Tamera’s waist closer to him as she laid her head on his chest. “We need to find the Sphere; that is the step we need. After that, I think things will fall into place. That was Selene’s first request before we found her and Hecate. Rosalie nodded.

“That means we wait for Parisa’s heat to be over so she can find the sphere.”

There may be three or four days before we can get Parisa and Hades’ opinion on the matter, so now we must sit and wait.

…

Rosalie had just put on her favorite fuzzy pair of shorts with a tank top. Her hair strawberry blonde hair cascaded down her back that touched just above her lower back. She had been mumbling random to-do lists all the way home from the packhouse. Ever since becoming Luna, she put this mental checklist in her head as she spoke aloud.

“I need to make sure the cooks make extra food; the gods probably eat more than we do,” she mused to herself. Then her mouth would open again, and more thoughts poured from her peachy lips. “I need to make sure that Parisa and Hades have food just outside the ward he created.” Before I could comment, she was on to another subject about starting the mating ceremony that now includes a god; how she would have to do some research with Bohdi.

“It’s fall, so we could incorporate some of those cornucopia baskets. Have fall foliage decorations, you think?” I had heard enough about everyone else, and my c**k was strained as it was watching her bend over to place clean clothes into the dresser drawers. Her breasts were practically begging me to fondle them as she pulled the sheets back on the bed.

I pushed her to the wall next to the bed. I rolled my e******n into her h**s as her eyes shot up in surprise. “I don’t want to talk about anyone else,” I nibbled on her ear. Rosalie relaxed as she tangled her fingers in my hair and her h**s moved against mine. How does she do these things to make me go crazy?

“Did I not give puppy enough attention today?” Rosalie’s put her lips in a pout as her eyes became hooded. Rolled her h**s into me again, I g*****d.

“Sampson, not puppy,” we growled out as I picked her up by her fuzzy a*s shorts as I threw her on the bed. She started giggling frantically as I pulled her clothes off of her. She’d kill me if I ripped those damn fuzzy shorts; they’re her favorite.

“Good boy,” she purred as I flicked them to the other side of the room. f**k, the things she says to rile Sampson up could be damn sexy.

I pecked her lips as I began to inhale her scent. I had been away from her too much today between taking Parisa to the lake and dealing with Michael; I wanted to have my fill. We didn’t even have our wake-up s*x because she felt like something was going to happen.

I should trust her intuition more.

“Jack,” she whined as I gripped her breasts harshly. “I want more,” her l*p went into a pout as I sucked her into my mouth. What my Kitten wants, Kitten will get.

My face went directly between her thighs, licking and nipping her soft spot. Buring my nose in her heat, I could smell her arousal hit the air. Sticking two fingers into her cavern and licking her precious nub, she began to squeal as she rode my face.

“Ahh!” Rosalie yipped as her fingers tightened in my hair. That was my favorite thing, how she pulled my face closer to her heat so I could submerge my tongue as deep as it would go as my fingers massaged her walls.

Rosalie fell apart as she squirted into my mouth. Holy f**k, when was the last time she did that? She had more tension than I thought. I licked her thighs, cleaned her from her pleasure, and rolled her on her back. Sampson was still pissed about being called puppy, and he wanted to put her in her place.

Groaning, Rosalie fisted the sheets as she crawled up on all fours. My d**k prodded her slick opening as I eased into her; that was all I could promise her that would be easy. s*x right now was going to be up to Sampson. Watching my d**k disappear, I felt my grip on Rosalie’s h**s tighten. Thrusting forward, I hit her hard in her cervix.

Her cries only urged me to continue. Rosalie’s m***s were loud, and I was thankful our boys were out of the house.

As enticing as her a*s was, I wanted to see her face as I cummed inside her, so I pulled out while my d**k was screaming at me for stopping. “Jack? What are you?” Her question fell silent as I continued to sit on my knees while putting her p***y over my shaft. This gave Rosalie the perfect leverage as both her legs flanked either side of my h**s like sitting on a damn chair.

“f*****g ride me,” I growled as her mouth parted. With hair in her face, she used the bed to bounce up and down on my c**k. Rosalie’s pants grew faster; my balls were screaming to release my seed into her.

How f*****g amazing she looked pregnant; I wanted to put another pup in her. Would she give us another one day now that Parisa was home? Rosalie’s walls clenched as I spurt my pleasure into her. We both growled into each other’s shoulders before biting each other again. Bood dripped from our bites as we licked each other clean. f**k, I’ll never get used to this.

Legs shaking, I pulled us down to the bed gently; I could feel my c**k still twitching as Rosalie snuggled into me. Her hands started stroking my hair as I felt myself purr.

“You are always so vigorous,” Rosalie teased as her finger trailed my tattoos.

“You were poking fun at Sampson; you knew what you got yourself into,” she laughed. She damn well knew it too. We both started to close our eyes, but Rosalie shot up out of bed. Her heart was pounding as she muttered to herself.

“I can’t believe we forgot!” She squealed.

“Forgot what, Kitten?”

“Jack! We haven’t told your parents that Parisa is home!”