Her Forever

Vulcan’s POV

Tamera led me up the porch steps to her home; her hand continued to pull mine. The warmth of her home and the smell of vanilla burning candles made my heart skip. It felt like a home, a home I could see myself living in with her. If she will have me.

Thoughts wracked my brain; what if she changed her mind? What if I’m not good enough for her? Tamera was the perfect woman for me. Leading me to the bedroom, she shut the door, not that it mattered living alone. The lights were dimmed, and for once in my life, I had no idea what I was doing.

“Vulcan,” she whispered as she cupped my cheeks. “Are you nervous?” her sweet breath beckoned me as she gently pulled me to the bed. Falling backward, slowly, kissing her lips, I hummed into her mouth. I wish I had something to say, something that could make the moment that much sweeter, but what worlds could I form to make this moment more perfect?

Her leg wound around my waist as my h**s rubbed her core. f**k, I was so damn hard I might explode before I saw her. “Vulcan, don’t be scared. I’m not.” Her fingers tangled through my hair. Tamera was comforting me, not the other way around. I liked this; I liked she was telling me it was alright because f**k, she went through hell and back, and she is this bold to have me now.

My hand slid under her black turtleneck sweater; palming her breast, I felt the silk that covered her pointed peeks. Her chest rose upwards, making my hand grab her harshly, and our tongues collided. My h**s moved on their own accord and felt the heat beneath her clothes.

She began to scratch at my flannel shirt, straddling her. I removed it only to find she had removed her own clothing from the waist up. Her bra was dangling by her finger, her pink lips swollen from my scratchy beard. “Fates, guide me,” I almost cried while her hand trailed up my hairy chest.

“You are beautiful Vulcan,” words failed me yet again. I wasn’t considered beautiful, good-looking, or the like. Not on Olympus, not on any god-like status. No one looked to me, but Tamera did. She looked at me as if I was the only one. Who was trying to care for who here?

“My lips brushed her collar bone while she wiggled out of her pants; it was an exhausting task not wanting my skin to leave her body too long. It became heated quickly as both of our naked bodies felt each other with our hands. Breaking k****s to stare at our bodies, her eyes grew wide at my situation. Gods were big; that’s just how we were, and worry set in her eyes.

“I won’t hurt you, ever,” I declared as my fingers traced the inside of her leg. Her body relaxed; trailing down the bed, I kissed her chest, n*****s, and down to her h*p bone. “W-what are you doing?” she gasped while her h**s moved away from my lips.

“Tasting your nectar…” have you never-?

“No,” she breathed. “Please touch me; I can’t stand it.” My smile widened, getting ready to pleasure my mate in ways she had never felt. My tongue slipped into her slit; her lips were puffy, engorged with want, while my tongue massaged her walls. M***s ripped through her, fingers getting tangled in the sheets. “Vulcan,” Tamera cursed my name.

Sticking two fingers into her, I curved to find her g-spot. It was rough to the touch as she spasmed in my hand. Her liquids pooled into my hand as I began to suck on her clit. A sharp intake of breath with her body stiffening. A large m**n left her while her p***y clamped onto my fingers. I had subconsciously rubbed my d**k on the bed, imagining me inside her.

I growled internally until she sat up and held my face in her hands, something she enjoyed doing to make sure I had her full attention. “Please be inside me.” Heat went straight to my c**k at her words; the hunger in her eyes left me no doubt she wanted this.

“I’m going to soul bind-us mate.” Few tears rimmed Tamera’s eyes while my face followed her back on the pillow. “You are mine, forever. Nothing will bring us apart. Mine.”

“Please,” she breathed. “Make me yours.”

My c**k twitched, and part of my seed ran down my d**k. Entering her slowly, I filled her to the brim with my c**k. Big breaths left her until I reached the end of her cavern. My body couldn’t wait; my h**s jerked at the touch of her cervix. Gasping, her nails gripped into my back. The burn only enhanced my to force the seed from me. I couldn’t stop; I had to push through.

Allowing my soul to leave my body, Tamera’s vacated too; we held onto each other as we hovered our bodies. Both in body and in spirit, we had combined with each other while I released every part of me; we had connected with each other in body and soul. Her head was thrown back as I held her soul close to mine; I came with a roar. I felt her chest heat up as my symbol appeared on her chest. The anvil and the hammer. It glowed brightly as I held onto her; our souls lowered and entered back into our bodies.

Both of us, drenched in sweat and seed, her hazy eyes bore into mine.

“I love you,” she petted the side of my face.

“And I love you, my Tamera.”

Hades’ POV

Parisa sat with a pout on her face. Not only did I, but her mother included scolded her for wanting to watch Vulcan and Tamera discover each other. After a bit of coaxing, she realized she was being foolish; she cuddled up next to me. Where she belonged.

Her family wasn’t all that terrible. They were close, and they were happy for her to be home. Thoughts of her leaving so soon after rescuing our friends did hold heavy over the minds. Rosalie still hung onto the hope that the portal that Hecate and I would create was the only relieving thing in her mind.

Jack certainly hated me. He glared at me with more fire than that of Tartarus. There would be a day of reckoning coming my way, but I will cross that bridge when it comes to it. He can’t harm me, but he can make my life miserable for the rest of his days.

“Oh, here is the party!” Ares struts in with Mariah clung to his waist as he sits down in the oversized chair meant for a person and a half. Mariah snuggled up to him, both baring their marks.

“Have fun?” Michael spoke as Ares glared.

“Yes, very much so. My mate can keep up with me, and now she is mine forever. I’ll be sure to test her strength.” Mariah slapped Ares’ bare chest as she winked at him. Noticing the marks, I didn’t’ see Tamera’s soul bonding mark the gods give.

“Where is her soul-bonding mark?” I asked. I should have said something in private, but Ares’ wasn’t really one to be humiliated.

“The what? I marked her right here, damn Hades, get some glasses.” Mariah pulled down her sweater to show a significant bite mark on her shoulder. A rather angry spot.

“You haven’t soul bonded. Her chest is bare.” Ares growled, pulling Mariah closer.

“Stop looking at her!” I raised a brow as I hung my head on my hand propped up on the sofa.

“You’ve mated with her, but you haven’t soul bonded. Gods are supposed to soul bond, you twit.” Ares looked at her chest and into the air like the answer was there, waiting for him to appear. He mumbled a few words to himself while Mariah stared at him blankly.

“Oh s**t,” he jumped over the couch and threw Mariah over his shoulder. “Be right back!” he yelled as he ran up the stairs with Mariah squealing.

…

Several days had passed since the massive mating party. Parisa had spent most of the time resting, matching souls, or spending lost time with her family. I hadn’t minded in the slightest. I stayed in the shadows or right by her side the entire time.

Parisa’s face grew brighter by the day; she glowed in an other-worldly sense. Her eyes were soft, warm, and held the most love I had ever seen. Her appetite had grown, and she was finally eating the regular caloric intake a powerful wolf-like her should be eating. Rosalie and Jack hardly left her side unless I took her back to our cabin and forced her to sleep.

Many werewolves came to visit her, catching up on old times and even discussing if she needed to graduate high school. She was a goddess now; none of that mattered unless she really wanted it. The future didn’t need a human diploma for her; it just needed her and her skills once Selene was returned.

It was a waiting game until Bohdi had healed entirely. She was more vital every day, and with the help of Tamera, it had proved most fruitful. Many days we gathered by Bohdi’s bedside, discussing the plan of action.

Several of my scouting demons had already infiltrated Vamparia and found on the outskirts a band of rogue witches, vampires, and sorcerers. My demons camouflaged themselves and had picked up that the gods were taken to a secluded cabin, deep into the Bloodied Forest. Lost spirits, those that we’re refused to descend into the depths of the Underworld, resided there. Beings who had died in the Bloodied Forest were trapped by a curse. They remained on the dirt of Bergarian. The spirits feel scorching pain through their spirited bodies, and the only relief is to put their pain on others. Possessing travelers, haunting them, and running them out of the Bloodied Forest until they can no longer relieve the pain.

Parisa shivered at the thought of going into the forest; my stubborn self didn’t want her to go. However, I didn’t trust anyone with her. She would be the safest with me, by my side as I shield her from the spirits while I cast them down into the Underworld once and for all.

I’m not going to deal with a bunch of whining spirits.

“I have the location. Just southwest of the Ichabod Tree in the Bloodied Forest. There should be one small cabin and several tents set up.” Niko threw the map on the make-shift table over Bohdi’s bed.

“There are traps, here, here, and here,” Niko circled around each area of the supposed traps while Parisa stared. “There’s a rough headcount, about one-hundred and fifty persons. The demons you sent aren’t for sure of the witch, vampire, and even demon count.”

My head whipped around.

“Demons,” I growled. Nikko nodded as he rolled up the parchment.

“Dragon’s b***d can ruin your bond. For sure, there are four of them.” I growled, smoke trailing from my feet, but Parisa grabbed my arm.

“You will make them pay, don’t worry.” Those were the only words that held me down, that and her hand in touching my palm.

“We are bringing four-hundred wolves. I’ve talked to the Warrior Pack, and they have been notified. They will be back up if we need it. I’m hoping this will be a clean sweep; we outnumber them greatly,” Jack pulled Rosalie in tightly. “Then again, we are dealing with new magic.”

“Right, we should all be prepared,” Ares spoke. “You have good warriors, Alpha. I’ve picked the ones I found the most experienced and strong. My suggestion is they take the night off from practicing and spend time with their loved ones.”

Parisa’s shoulders slumped. There was a high probability we would lose many wolves in the upcoming days. I could smell her salty tears, threatening to fall. “It will be alright; we are going to protect them the best we can.” Parisa sniffled, laying her head on my shoulder.

About to scoop Parisa up in my arms and take her back to our cabin, I felt a pang in my chest. My ward was trying to be broken, and it was not killing whoever was trying to get in. That only meant one thing, a god was trying to break the barrier of the cabin.

“Get to the cabin,” knowing Vulcan and Ares would be right behind me, I willed Parisa to the border of the cabin’s ward. Keeping Parisa close, I eyed the area, only to find no in the surrounding area. Keeping Parisa glued to my side, we trudged forward. Parisa’s low growl alerted me that she either heard or smelled something.

“I can feel their emotions, so evil, so much hate,” Parisa whispered. “It’s overpowering.” Parisa’s claws began to lengthen, and her arms were becoming her stark white fur. Before I could stop her, she had shifted in a blink of an eye and bolted into the house. Her mind was muffled with screams while I was trying to link her. Sounds of babies and children crying flooded her ears as I listened in her mind.

“Parisa!” I yelled, willing myself to enter just as she put her front paw in the doorway. However, she wasn’t there. “Parisa!” I growled out, checking the bed, the bathroom, and even the kitchen. Not even her scent lingered in the doorway. I let out a roar and slammed my fists on the table that broke into splinters of wood.

Heaving, the fire burned through my throat as I looked around the dark, vast room one more time. Ares and Vulcan walked in, eyes bulging out of their heads. Smoke had taken over the room, the fire burned at my fingertips, and red was the only color I could perceive.

“The Sphere,” Vulcan glanced to the floor where an empty box lay. I ran my hand through my hair, the soot on my fingers rubbed into the white waves.

Fangs grew, but they were not the same as before; they itched with a mighty fury, thicker, longer. Dark hair sprouted from my body. My figure hunched over into the fetal position, but I still stood. I was not going to give up; some damn curse that Demeter had cast on me would not slow me down. What else could it possibly be?

I would find Demeter and give her the worst torment that any parent could ever endure. Watching her beloved child burn in front of her eyes through all eternity. While she will be helpless, tied, and gagged to a stone pillar only to watch over and over again.