Her Forever

Ares POV

Growling, I flipped over another young pup on the mat. He sputters as b***d dribbles from the corner of his tanned mouth. “Again,” I barked. My body is nothing but sweat, b***d, dirt, and muscles spasming from the heavy lifting I had done just an hour before.

I was frustrated sexually and mentally frustrated. I’ve never had to think so much in all my life. Hades helped me with that; he helped me figure out stupid problems regarding war tactics. I liked the fight; point me in the right direction, and I’ll spill the b***d. The whole mind game was confusing, and I wanted no part of it.

Mariah, sexy, talented Mariah had flooded my head. No woman in my life have I ever thought about more than her. The countless conquests to kill a beast just to have a taste of some p***y was my calling. I liked the challenge; it combined my two favorite things, beating s**t up and s*x.

Not with Mariah, no, not with her. She had been so reluctant to come near me in the beginning. Her eyes were wary as I stared at her a*s, but it wasn’t just he a*s that had the appeal; it was her stature. Mariah was strong, muscular and could kill any of the male warriors in the pack with her pinky if she wanted to. Taking her training seriously and her future mate even more earnestly. As we walked together while she showed me the perimeter that first day, I knew she was different. Not once did she eye me like a piece of meat like some women do. They wanted the muscles and the d**k that wasn’t going to fly with me for a long-term relationship. Then again, none of them interested me like Mariah did.

She asked me about my hobbies, favorite weapons, wars, and a bit of the history of the gods. None had been so curious to ask me about any of that. Mariah was different, she made me think, and I usually hated thinking. With her, I wanted to do more of it.

One brush of her hand against mine, and I was severely disappointed. I had hoped she would have been my mate, but the rush of fire didn’t invade my arms. That didn’t matter to me, and Mariah didn’t seem to mind it either.

We had spent more time together, and the inevitable happened. I damn kissed her. Those lips beckoned my name as we had towered one of the tallest trees to gain a better vision of the ground. At the top of the platform, high above the ground, the moon shown right down on us. I silently prayed to Selene that Mariah would be my mate, that she was the perfect she-wolf I had ever encountered. She saw me as wise, a warrior, a person she could confide in, and I felt nothing but the same to her.

One k**s was all it took until we kissed every chance we got. It didn’t matter where or when I wanted to massage my tongue with hers until the end of time. Too many nosey wolves got involved and gave hard looks. This pack was pro-mate, and relationships before mates were frowned upon, but I didn’t care. We were in our own time and place; we would enjoy each other’s company.

Once we found the Sphere and the gods, I would personally ask Selene to be paired with Mariah. I don’t know who her mate is or who mine will be, but I know I had to be with Mariah and her only. My mate could not be better than her.

Knowing she wanted me made it that much harder. However, the thought lingered in my head that Mariah may still want her mate, she may regret us; what if she met him before I could get to Selene? Mariah said she wanted to save herself for her mate at the beginning of this relationship, which I had to honor.

Ha, me, honor? I wanted to honor her. I wanted to make sure she was given that chance.

I restrained myself from taking her last night. Parisa’s questions about us being mates rang through my head; even with my confession to Mariah, I couldn’t go through with it. I couldn’t make her mine; I needed to honor her wishes to make sure she saved her virginity to her mate.

F**k, I hate thinking.

I want to be her mate. More than to spill the b***d of my enemies.

Hitting the punching bag, clearing it off the chain, the wolves stopped and stared. I had worked nonstop this morning, and now the younger wolves were running off watching my fit of rage.

“You alright, man?” Michael runs up. “Where’s Mariah?” I growled, setting up another punching bag, and Michael went behind it to hold it steady. I had sent Mariah away so I could think.

“Girl trouble?” He smirked as I hit the bag hard, causing Michael to fly off. “Alright, I guess so.” He rubbed his a*s and went back to holding the bag tighter. Throwing punches, Michael continues to spout off nonsense about girls and what he think’s he knows. Seriously?

“But have you done relationships?” I stopped punching and glared.

“Well, obviously you haven’t, virgin.” Michael laughed as he scratched the back of his head.

“I’m just staying; just wait until this whole Sphere starts working again. I’m sure if you are having these strong feelings, Selene will take that into account…” Droning on, Michael begins to lecture me on waiting for your mate; it only fuels my fire until I smell hints of oranges and cranberries. Wind picking up the breeze floated straight to my nose as I paused my hits to the sandbag.

“Shut up,” I snapped at Michael, who began to look around. The wolves sparing, the howls heard in the distance all began to fade. The trees, the ground, my vision only consisted of smelling and seeing the aroma trail to my nose. One step at a time wasn’t enough; my nose led me through the thickest part of the wood. The smell grew more substantial, and my heart beat faster. Could it be? Could it be a mate? Hades said the scent is intoxicating, mouth-watering, and more complex than any smell to resist.

Mariah couldn’t possibly be at the end of this path. She wouldn’t be the one standing in front of me once I reached my destination. Panging with guilt, I had to see who this person was. I had to confess my heart belonged to another and that I wasn’t sure I could ever love them because I had made up my mind. If Mariah didn’t reject her mate to be with me, I would suffer alone. The few days she gave me were better than I would have dreamed, and hell, we didn’t even have s*x.

Her smile, laugh, and ability to keep up with me while sparing were the best gift she was to the Earth to Bergarian. Repeating those days over and over in my head was enough.

My run was now a walk as I hit the edge of the stream. The woman was wearing a long cloak with a white flower in her hand. Dropping it in the stream, she watched it as it floated away. Smelling the several tears that I knew were falling from this maiden, I stepped forward. “Excuse me?”

The citrus cranberry was stronger now, overpowering. My heart stutters as the woman turns around in her cloak and slowly pulls off the hood. My breath catches to see none other than Mariah. Her eyes sparkled with remnants of her tears. Cheeks and nose as bright as a cherry. She takes a breath and clutches her chest. “Ares?” she speaks with the wind.

“Ares!” running to her, I lift her in the air by her h**s and twirl her around. Mariah squeals and screams until all the woodland animals run from the area. She screams again as I place her back on the ground, only to assault her lips. She’s hungry, feral, and she was all mine!

The fire burned with our touches. Mariah’s face lit up in excitement while I cradled her face.

Mariah m****d into my lips as I gripped her a*s. All f*****g mine.

“Now, I’m marking you now.” Mariah gripped my shoulders; I was still covered in sweat, dirt, and b***d. She looks at her hands with the dirty mess, only for me to find that her arousal has been heightened. She loves it; she loves the animal in me. Her mouth goes straight to my neck and sucks on it fiercely; as much I as would f**k her on the forest floor, I’m scared nosey Parisa will come to find us.

I have her straddle my waist as we run back to the center of the territory. “Where do I go?” I rasp. Wolves are staring as she openly pulls on my hair as my tongue goes down her throat.

“Mmhmm, pack, house.” She murmured, and I took off. Faster than any wolf in the pack, I jutted up the packhouse stairs, taking three or four at a time. “Third floor,” she g****s again as I feel her p***y rub up against my leather cloth. “f**k, have mercy,” I growled. Mariah’s lips were swollen as she felt up and down the walls of the hallways, trying to find her door.

Her cloak came off, and my sandals unraveled themselves, leaving nothing but trailing clothes to her door. When we reach it, I bang on it once with my shoulder and shut it with my foot. Throwing her on the bed, I pull her dresser to make sure no one comes in. No one is to disturb us, not now and not for at least a few days.

I have my mate, the one I have wanted for many lifetimes and the perfect one for me. Her eyes were hooded, her tank top and black leggings were a barrier that I meant to destroy, but first, my own show had to be erected.

I ripped my leather belts from shoulders and waist, weapons dropping to the floor with my breath ragged. Barely containing myself, I pulled my leather cloth from my body while Mariah’s mouth hit the floor. My c**k sprung free, whacking my stomach as my eleven-inch monster was ready to explore her cave.

“Oh goddess,” she panted as she licked her lips. I heavily walked to the bed, my c**k rubbed up against her warm p***y. Groaning, the tank top was ripped from her body, along with her bra, and her glorious globes fell into my hand. Kneading them, touching them, and finally being able to suck them harshly made c*m leak from the tip of my c**k. Her hands were in my hair as she growled for me to be rough. f**k, I like it rough.

My claws dug into her a*s and ripped her leggings straight down; I wanted to taste her; I wanted her scent to be all over me. Before her leggings reached her ankles, my face was in her p***y. Digging deep and lapping up the freshest of her arousal made my d**k strain. I could damn near hump the bed right now. However, my thoughts are on her; if she was going to take this c**k she needed to be well prepped.

“Ares!” She half growled and screamed. Fingers pulled my hair and h**s, rocking into my face; I sucked her nub until she shattered. Squirt after squirt fell into my mouth; her fingers began to pinch her n*****s while her h**s still rocked into my face. This was better than the nectar of the gods, better than any ambrosia I have ever tasted.

“f**k me, Ares,” Mariah growled. “f**k me into oblivion,” Mariah rasped as she held her p***y up for me. Two of my fingers wiggled into her tight cavern, and f**k, she was tight. Mariah was going to hurt when I thrust myself into this heaven.

My damn warrior, my goddess, my mate, she was truly made for me. “Ugh, Ares, I need it!” While she begged, I lined up my c**k, to ease myself in since it was her first time, she growled. She damn growled at me. Her legs wrapped around mine as she pushed herself with enough force it rolled me over. My back was now to the mattress. Mariah took my c**k, and she pushed my entire length in her p***y in one swift motion.

I roared until the house shook, small knick nacks fell from the side tables, books fell off shelves, and I’m sure everyone in the damn territory knew what was happening. Mariah caught her breath; a tiny bit of b***d tainted my c**k. Determination in her eyes, she grunted as she gracefully bounced up and down my straining c**k.

Her breasts bounced, and my hand immediately went to cup one of them while the other hand helped guide her h**s. f*****g fantastic, she knew how to ride me just the way I liked it, but I liked it because it was her.

Mariah’s hair swayed with every movement until she started to swivel her h**s in a figure-eight and put my c**k in all the right places on her p***y. Her aroma was killing me; her wet p***y was causing the slapping of our skin to be that much louder.

Music to my ears.

Her head rolled back, and her breasts stuck out as her n*****s hardened even more; sitting up, I latched onto one of her pebbles with my teeth, biting as she cummed again. M***s like these were meant for everyone to hear because my c**k was that damn good.

Mariah came down from her o****m, but I wasn’t done. Flipping her over, so we were faced to face, I rammed my c**k into her. Sure, she felt amazing being in charge, but now I could throw my h**s into her p***y so hard she would feel it in her throat. “More,” she rasped. My face buried into her shoulder, my canines lengthening.

You are mine, Mariah. Mine.” The sparks flew across my shoulder as Mariah’s fangs lengthened too.

“Together, my mate, together,” I rasped with one more large thrust; I sunk my fangs into her shoulder; not a second later, she pierced through my tough skin. Impressing me all the more that my mate could cut through my leathery skin. My h**s gyrated a few more times before finally stopping.

Not wanting to let go of this moment, I kept my teeth and c**k buried deep within her. “Selene, don’t let this be a dream,” I begged. With Mariah’s deep sigh, her teeth let go and licked my skin to heal it. I chuckled as she did so while kissing hers.

“Wow,” she whispered. My c**k twitched inside her.

“Yeah,” I nuzzled into her neck. Her hand came up drew circles around my back as my body began to relax.

“Mariah?”

“Hmm?” Her eyes were closed; she was falling asleep.

“Why were you at the stream with a rose?” A faint smile played on her lips.

“I-I was telling sorry to my mother, she died a long time ago, in the Dark War.” I kissed her cheek and ran my nose along her neck. “Telling her sorry because I wouldn’t meet my mate. That I found someone worth more than anything I could ever imagine.” Lifting my head and staring into her eyes, she smiled back at me. “I wanted you to be my mate, but we already were.” I kissed her lips again and rolled to the side.

“Why now, though? Why didn’t we know before?” I scratched my head.

“Let’s not think, just be with me,” I ground my h**s into her thigh. “All that matters is that you’re mine, and I am yours.”