Her Forever

Hermes’ POV

She tasted so damn sweet. Her puffy lips caressed mine again as I sucked her tongue into my mouth. The skin beneath those tattered rags was cool and soothing on my hot skin. Relishing in the coolness of her body, I felt my c**k strain to life. It was rigid, harder than I ever thought possible while I rubbed it close to her core. She was tall, almost my height which gave me perfect leverage to shove my rigid member into the only warm spot in her body, her p***y.

Feeling a slight tapping on my shoulder, I g*****d grudgingly, pulling away from her hot cinnamon mouth, “what?” I g*****d as my hand thrust under her shirt, feeling her pointed peaks. This fire between us was unmistakable; she was my mate. Parisa pulled one over on Demeter and matched the two of us. Kronos, I swear I hope she is my mate and not done to gain a distraction.

I wasn’t going to give this vampire up; her eyes radiated red, as red as my l**t for her. “I’m sorry to intrude,” Selene’s soft voice lamented. “But you are making Ares uncomfortable, and that in itself says something.” My mouth was already back on my mate. Sucking in that flavorful cinnamon lips.

“Sorry,” I mumbled as I sucked her top l*p. Slapping my mate’s a*s, she jumped and straddled her long legs around me, whining my name while pressing her breasts against me. My eyes glanced at Selene, the color already returning to her face and the moon shining brightly. A smile slipped to her lips while shaking her head.

“The dragon’s b***d makes the bond almost too intense. I suggest you mark her and join the festivities.” Selene rubbed her neck where Demeter had cut her, already healing from the claw scratch. Bits of mud scattered her face when she was thrown down on the ground by Parisa, who scarcely saved Selene’s life.

I g*****d again, pushing my mate to the stone wall of the cottage. Rubbing my e******n on her core, she cried out. “Come with me,” I tried to pull her away from my body.

“I can’t; you keep moving away,” her husky voice was music to my ears. Pulling her inside, I shut the door with a slam, and a bright light invaded the cottage. The noise from the outside had vanished; all was silent. My mate lept onto me, pulling at her rags. I did the same, removing the dirty cloth from my body. All that was left in the cold cabin were burning embers, a broken table, and a makeshift mattress made of straw and blankets. It would have to do because my c**k and her p***y couldn’t stand it any longer.

My mate sucked on my neck, leaving little nibbles in its wake. Smelling the bits of b***d left behind from her bites had me gripping her a*s like a vice. “Name,” I panted as I pulled her p***y closer to my d**k. I didn’t even know her name; how the hell was I to scream it when I climaxed into her sweet cavern?

Whining my name into my ear, I chuckled, palming her tantalizing pebbles stroking my chest. “What’s your name,” I complained. “I need yours so I can scream it when I f**k you senseless.” Her core clenched, and her bundle of nerves rubbed my c**k in such a way it made her come undone. “Ahhh!” Her head flew back while I gripped her a*s to rub my c**k more. Her sweet essence dripped onto me, and the smell of her honey leaking on me made my nose flare.

Mouthwatering, I flipped her over to lay her on the hay mattress. Spreading her legs wide for all of her glorious body to see, her clit glistened into the low light. “Name,” I snarled again while I flicked her nub. “Ahh!” Again she pushed, trying to get her p***y into my face. “I won’t touch you unless I know your name!” Gripping her inner thigh with a tight squeeze, her eyes darted open and stared at my tongue while I licked my chapped lips.

“H-Harlow,” she finally breathed. “Harlow.” I purred, Harlow. My sweet vampire Harlow was my mate. This day I never saw coming. I was not worthy of having a mate, not after my years using Hades’ concubines, but all my confessions to my mate would have to wait because I was going to claim her as mine. The bond was too strong and my body too weak to fight it.

My mouth descended on her clit, flicking it ever so lightly while she wiggled in my arms. Throwing her thighs over my shoulder, I feasted and filled my hunger for food and drink with her essence. My tongue rubbed inside her p***y lips as her c*m filled my mouth. “Mmm, Harlow, you taste divine.” Gripping my dirty curls on my head, she cried out my name like angels sing during the birth of a god.

My member throbbed, dripping with my own seed. I needed to bury myself into my mate, claim her as mine, and the only way I could do that was to shove it in like no tomorrow. I didn’t care if she was a virgin or had lovers before me; all I cared about was that this c**k would be the last to fill her.

“Are you a virgin?” I whispered as the tip of my shaft tickled her clit. Her breathing stopped while glancing at my eyes. “I’m sorry, no,” her voice was low with disappointment. Grinning, I shoved myself right into her core. My body hovered over hers, my lips tickled her cheek. “Good,” I whispered in her ear. “Then I can f**k you as hard as I want.” The light in her eyes brightened; wrapping her arms around my neck and her legs around my torso, I continued my vigorous assault. I rutted her, pulling my d**k out far enough only to shove it right into her core.

“Hermes!” Harlow screamed. Her breasts bounced while I sucked them to a pointed peak. “This is mine forever, Harlow. No one else can touch this sacred temple.” I bit down on the side of her breast hard while her chest heaved upward. Crying out my name again, I thrust my h**s at a different angle, feeling each part of her tight core. “All mine, and this d**k is yours. Do with it what you will.” I pounded harder into her cervix. I wanted her to feel every damn part of me.

“I’m going to bind your soul to mine, Harlow. Do you understand?” Nodding her head, I slapped her thigh sharply. “Words!” I yelled out.

“Yes, Sir!”

Holy, mother flipping s**t. Mine.

My chest became closer to hers as I slowed down my thrusts, my body willing itself to release my soul, pulling Harlow’s with it. Her soul melted into mine as our bodies continued to f**k each other below us. A burn in my chest, a glow in hers, my symbol, the petasos or winged helmet, appeared on her chest. “Yes,” I m****d while kissing her again. Our souls merged back together, Harlow withering under me.

“I need to come,” I put my hand between us and pinched her clit as we both fell apart. My breath fanned her neck, but she pushed me forward. Feeling a sharp sting in my neck, I felt her fangs sink in. I orgasmed again, and by God, it was a blinding light to my eyes. The world had gone so bright my senses faded out while we both fell asleep in each other’s arms.

…

I g*****d, my body was stiff, and my d**k was even more rigid. It was still buried in Harlow’s body as she started to wake. As much as I enjoyed our mating, I couldn’t help but feel inadequate in myself. I barely knew her name and claimed to mark her before knowing anything about her. Did I give her much of choice?

We were both under the b***d magic of the shifter dragon, enhancing our bond to make our bodies even more in tune with each other. What was she going to think? That I couldn’t control myself?

Harlow’s eyes fluttered open. I raised my arms to sit my elbows and began to pull away, but her hands went around my back and pulled me closer. “I’m sorry,” I started. Harlow’s brows furrowed into confusion as her nails gripped my back.

“I should have at least gotten to know you first; make sure you still wanted me.” Harlow’s eyes blinked in amusement, and her puffy red lips went to a smile. “I thought you would have known I would have wanted you,” her hand went to brush my curl away from my face. “I was already attracted to you before I knew you were my mate. This was more than alright.” Breathing a sigh of relief, I pecked her lips and slowly pulled out of her. If having a mate meant a raging boner most of the time, I hope she gets used to me being buried inside of her.

Rolling over and pulling her to my body, I tangled my fingers into her hair. Her face buried into the crook of my neck, and we both sighed in relief. My mark was on her body, and that was the most glorious satisfaction I could revel in right now.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t save you sooner,” she said, laced with sorrow. “My small coven wanted to be a part of Demeter’s small army. She promised Dragon’s b***d, it would enhance the strength of our small coven and make us more powerful.” I rubbed my thumb on her lips. She shivered while I kissed her forehead tenderly.

“It’s alright; I’m not mad at you. It doesn’t look like they treated you well anyway.” Shaking her head, she cuddled close. “That was when I lost my parents to the Dark War; they fought for the Moon Kingdom,” she added. “Once I lost them, I went to whatever coven would take me; the smaller covens needed slaves. I did the grunt work most of the time.”

“Never again will you have to do that. Did they not feed you much either?” I could feel her tiny body; now, it was nothing but skin and bones. Shaking her head again, I sighed and pulled her back. “Can you feed on me?” A blush tinted her pale cheeks, and she looked away. Pulling her chin back to me, I kissed her nose.

“Tell me, I don’t know much about your kind.” Harlow opened her mouth to speak but closed it as fast as she opened it. Kissing her again, this time on the lips, she sighed into me.

“Yes, mates feed off each other,” she whispered.

“Then I will be able to as well, once my fangs come in,” I laughed. Harlow’s confused look made me laugh more, and I held her tight.

“A mated pair gain the strengths of each other’s species. I’ll be able to drink b***d like you, and you will become a goddess. Of what particular strength for a goddess, we won’t know for a bit. Just don’t feel guilty having to feed on me.” Harlow nodded her head. In all seriousness, I was f*****g turned on as hell her wanting to bite me. I’ve always liked to mix pain and pleasure.

Harlow crept closer, my head automatically leaned to the side. Her heartbeat rapidly while her fangs descended; my own heartbeat matched hers as she hastily pierced my skin. The pain I had hoped for turned out to be straight euphoria. I couldn’t come right now, not while she’s drinking. My grip clenched on her body, encouraging her to drink, my h**s began to rock against her and her fingers threaded through my dirty hair.

Groaning, I couldn’t help it; I fisted my c**k as I opened her legs. Plunging into her, I rolled her over while she sucked. The more she sucked, the more turned on I got, and I rolled my h**s into her. The humming, the small gulps in her pretty little neck urged me to f**k her long and slow. Feeling her fangs pull out of my neck, I m****d her name while she came around me.