Her Forever

Trinity’s POV

I slammed my hand down on the steering wheel. “Ugh, what was that?!” I yelled. Pulling at my red, curly locks, I look back at the outside of the bar. This isn’t me; this isn’t like me! Who knew I would end up basically grinding my coochie for the whole town to see on two insanely hot men!

Then again, I’ve never been dancing or to a bar. Maybe this was a part of my personality I never knew I had. I grunted again as I slapped the wheel. I needed to get home; I needed to cool off. Pulling out my keys, I stick the key in the ignition. It sputters a few times until I finally kick on.

“Where are you going?” I shrieked as I slapped Stacy across the face. Stacy flew to the ground with a thud while I hyperventilated, holding my hand to my chest. “I deserved that,” she rubs her cheek and pulls herself up by gripping the open window. “Wow, that can get you sober really fast.”

“I’m so sorry,” I gushed. “I thought you were one of those men!”

“The s*x gods? The s*x on sticks? Double trouble? Johnny Rockets? Papi? Big Daddies?” I waved my hands around and slammed them on my ears. “That is enough! You perv! Big Daddies? Really? Disgusting!”

“Don’t knock it until you try it. You do have daddy issues and, I wouldn’t mind having them as my daddies,” Stacy winked.

“I’m not that messed up,” I glared. “You are still drunk, go inside,” I revved the engine a few times to warm it up, and Stacy backed away.

“Don’t be ashamed; you were exploring your sexuality. It was the best thing, though, seeing Maryann sulking in the corner,” Stacy leaned on her hand, looking contemplative. I’d almost pay to see you do it again!” I glared as I revved the engine again. “Come see me before you drive off into the sunset, though, yeah?” I nodded while she blew a drunken k**s my way. I pretended to catch it and threw the car into drive.

“What was that?” I asked myself again. I rubbed one of my eyes, smearing some of the thick eyeliner. I had never lost my head like that, ever. Mother always said to keep your head in the game, and I thought I was. I drank limited amounts, knew where the exits were, and even kept an eye out for all my friends. But those eyes. Those damn eyes that caught me. Two electric blue eyes jolted my body into hyperdrive. It wasn’t just one pair but two pairs that made my stomach tie into knots.

Flashes of that dream came to me again; these two men reminded me precisely of my dream. Their touches, the fire that bloomed with every fingertip brushing my skin. Oh, and those lips. Gosh, those damn lips will curse me to the ends of the Earth. My lower body trembled with Theon asked, no told me to dance. I’m not one to follow orders anymore, but that dominating tone turned my body into a weeping mess.

The warm hands caressed my backside, which only led them to trail lower, lower to the butt I had always cursed. Theon didn’t condemn it though, he reviled in it. Trailing my body, my stomach, heck, he even followed the underside of my breasts, and I didn’t protest, not one bit. I’ve never been touched by anyone in those areas, and it had awoken some sort of s****l curiosity in me.

I clenched my thighs; my heart could be found between my legs. It pounded, wanting it to be rubbed or stroked just like I had done in the tub. Gritting my teeth, willing the thought away, my thought races to another. Thaddeus.

They were twins, sure, but his eyes held something different. They were both utterly different in their own sexy ways. He didn’t even tell me he was going to dance with me like Theon, oh no. He just did, without warning. Thaddeus was a risk-taker, and I liked it. His crotch was next to my a*s, and I had the idea to dig it deep into him. The rumble in his chest was animalistic, and it made my legs drenched. I was utterly damp, and I could only think of those stupid s*x-ed talks I had to watch because my own mother was too uncomfortable to talk to me.

K****s on my shoulder and neck still burned with the same electricity I saw in their eyes. Their lips brushed, massaged, and dared to suck the skin between their teeth. Feeling my neck, I glance in the mirror only to find not one but several large hickies on my neck. It was enough evidence for me to be reminded by morning that this was no dream.

My body wanted them. But did I want them? I growled again and slammed my hand on the dash. I needed to hit something; these feelings, this want, this need was taking over. Part of me wanted to march right back into that bar and finish what we started. What the hell did we start? Would it have led to me sleeping with them?

No, it wouldn’t have. I know I would hold my body back from that. Who knows what kind of diseases those hot bodies have had contact with? However, it felt good to feel wanted. Sure, I had father issues, but none to warrant my attention to two strange men and the desire to feel needed by a man.

It just didn’t.

Or did it?

Well, I would never call them daddy, maybe sir. Yeah, I would call them sir.

Oh, my God, what am I thinking!

Screeching, I slam on the breaks pulling up to my gravel driveway. I need a cold shower, a good, cold shower. Hell, I might even take an ice bath. Slamming the door shut, I stomped up the stairs, not caring if every damn predatory animal found me. They should drag my carcass into the woods and eat me for thinking such dirty thoughts about the twin stallions. Gods, stallions. The hunk of muscle and their pedigree line must have been superb.

“Bambi! Thumper!” I cried out through the door. The boys didn’t come running, but the back door was wide open. “Great,” I muttered as I shut it. They must have had to pee and scratched the unlocked door.

Stripping out of my dress, I go to throw it on the bed, but a smell invades my nose. That smell, it was so familiar. Taking a giant whiff of what was probably their cologne, I sat on the bed. Several more breaths, and my body was hooked. “Oh my gosh, I’ve become a s*x freak!’ I shrilled again until there was a thud at the door. Covering myself with the dress, I walked barefoot to the back door only to see the two babies that could make me feel better. “Hi guys!” they trotted in but quickly averted their eyes from me.

“What’s wrong? You both act so guiltily?” They continued to ignore me and walk into the living room, hopping on the couch.

“Did you kill one of the neighbors’ cats?” They both looked at each other. “Woah there,” I pointed. Why the heck did they look at each other like that? I’m drunk, that’s it. I’m imagining it all now with the alcohol and newly awakened body that had to be it. I paced the floor, dropping my dress, and my breasts hung out while the n****e pasties held on for dear life.

Both of them howled and turned around to face the back part of the couch. “What the hell?” I slapped my hands to my thighs as I put on a tank top lying on the decorative chair. Were they not afraid of the bathroom? Were they afraid of seeing me naked? They are wolves, surely not.

“Bambie, Thumper raise your paw,” I commanded. Both of them raised their paws as the same.

“s**t! Can you understand me?!” Bambi and Thumper turned around and nodded their heads. My voice decided not to work anymore as choking sounds spilled. There is no way this is happening. “Too much to drink,” I whispered. “Just too much! Cheap a*s American wine…” I waved my hands and stomped off to go to bed until Bambi blocked my bath.

“What? I’m going to sleep; I’m dreaming!” I pushed Bambi away, only for Theon to pull the back of my tank top. Thank God he didn’t try to pull my boy’s style underwear down, or he would have had a full moon. “Alright, alright,” walked back to the living room and sat on the couch.

A brief staring contest ensued. I would look at Thumper, who in turn would look at Bambi. I looked at Bambi, who looked at me, and Thumper looked at the both of us like we were nuts. Rubbing my eyes, smearing more of my makeup, not that it mattered anyway because I was living some crazy dream. I drank too much, and now I’m hungover in my bed dreaming all this.

“Alright, I got it… I’m guessing you got dipped in a giant nuclear active waste at a dump somewhere, and you can just understand humans and are aware that their naked bodies are a private thing,” I spouted out. Shaking their heads, I leaned back on the couch, blowing out a breath.

I’m going to be admitted to the insane asylum.

“You guys are just super smart wolves from a training facility that injected mind-enhancing drugs to make man’s best friend more in tune with their owners?” Both of them shook their heads again. Growling to myself, I crossed my arms and legs.

“I give up. Can you write or something because I suck at charades?” I threw my head back to laugh, thinking how ridiculous this all sounded until I heard cracking. Not cracking, popping noises, and brief grunts. My head laying back in the chair came forward, and my eyes before me caught a scene as frightening as any horror movie.

My two wolves were changing. Their legs and arms moved and cracked to odd positions; hair was being sucked in from their bodies. Their jaws shortened, and the only fur that was left was on top of their head and sparsely on their chest. Their backs were turned as I stared eye to eye at the most toned rumps I have had ever seen.

“Uh, Trinity?” One of them spoke. The one on the right, supposedly Thumper, turned around in all his naked glory. It was the guy from the damn freaking bar. Both hands cupped his jewels while I took a large gulp of my spit to force it down.

He looks like he would need two hands…

The muscles in his body willed him to turn completely around, and each sinew of his muscles contracted in their utter glory. The world around me began to fog, my vision became tunneled, and my ears went deaf as I stared up at his partly hairy chest.

Bambi comes into view; he’s waving his hand in front of my face with his eyebrows lit in confusion. He wasn’t cupping his meat. My heart begins to beat faster until I cannot reach the oxygen I such desire.

My pets, my wolves, the animals that I have strutted around my house bare-a*s naked with are the two gorgeous men at the bar. They’ve seen me in the tub, probably heard me fart, and oh my gosh, they probably smelled it.

Worst of all? They, they are some kind of supernatural…thing? Are they warlocks? They can change into animals? What if they are really vampires, and they have played with my head all this time? They had no fangs; no, they didn’t. I would have felt it on my neck. But boy, they did know how to suck on my neck.

Wait! Stop! Focus!

These things touched my body. My adopted wolves touched me in places that I desired for them to do it again! But wait! They aren’t wolves! They are things! Some sort of things! My heart is felt in my head and no longer between my legs.

One last heave of oxygen and my vision goes spotted until I finally fall limp in the chair.