Her Forever

Trinity’s POV

What had come over me? My body hungered for the both of them, like a big juicy steak and baked potato. I needed to fill starvation I didn’t know I had. The heat of their bodies, the l**t in their eyes don’t get me started on how their electric blue eyes instantly changed color when their hands were put on my curvy body. The tight fingers gripped my h**s. Possessive, starving, and ravenous. Animals, they were straight-up animals.

And I liked it.

No, I loved it.

No man had ever made me feel the way they do. That was an instant giveaway at the bar. I knew I was inexperienced in the male field, but they could just light my fire.

Their stomachs were ripped, sculpted, and tanned. My fingers ached to run through the slight bit of body hair that had grown there. I’ve seen pictures on social media; some women liked a good shaved man. I liked the hair; I wanted them raw and unbridled. They were my stallions with tattooed, taunt, and thick burly arms. Arms that would wrap around my body, giving my core an ache I never knew it could have.

And their backs, heavens, I never knew a back could be sexy. There were ridges, cuts of lean hard meat, and sinews that rippled under their skin. When they finally came back to the cellar after finding me beating Elijah to a pulp, I couldn’t help but stare at the gate of their walk. Alphas, they were true-blooded alphas.

It was either this bond they talked about or my own feverish s****l desire to have them touch me, for me to feel them. I can’t consider myself a slut, and I don’t. They have yet to touch another woman besides me, which gave me comfort. They waited for me and luckily I never will have the chance to know another man. Because these two were incomparable to any others, in my heart, I knew that.

What shocked me the most was my boldness; the l**t haze to please them penetrated me into a deep place. It shook me but in a delightful way. Theon’s shaft rubbed through my chest; the friction between my breasts didn’t turn me on in the slightest but seeing his c**k jutting towards me did. Thaddeus took care of the damp petals of my womanhood just fine. The visuals, the touches, it was so much. I had an urge to touch him, taste him.

His c**k was a thick swollen masterpiece. Who knew I would describe a shaft like that? They were supposed to be ugly, but to me, it was the steely length that could bring me pleasure in so many ways. His bulging e******n, the c*m that dripped between my breasts, gave me hunger. Once I knew he was close, I couldn’t help but take his raging e******n and put it into my mouth. It was salty; it was musky with the hint of a good whiskey burn. It tasted of him.

I wanted to taste Thaddeus too, did he have the same taste? Was his thrusting hardness on my p***y taste like the old leather-like he smells. One day I would find out but today wasn’t that day. My haze fell quickly, and the last moments came to the forefront. I had just grabbed my mate by his d**k and shoved it in my mouth like it was a medium-rare steak. I sucked him dry; I swallowed his cum.

But I didn’t feel dirty. If they had been with others, then yes, I may have. However, they waited for me. I was their one and only, and with each passing minute, I wanted nothing more than to stay with them, forever. This feeling could never go away.

My bones were jelly. The heat of their skin never left mine when we finally made our way back to the bed. With their arms curled around me, legs intertwining with mine. I’m very much a starfish in bed; I take the whole bed, using it to my discretion because I’ve never had to share a bed before. Now here I am, squished between two big alpha werewolves, and I couldn’t be more content.

The mixture of their smells, the old leather, and the whisky smell cocoon me in comfort. Just hours ago, I was afraid, afraid to lose them both because I was being an i***t, thinking I could sway my father into leaving the shifters alone. What a dumb idea that was. My father would never change; he would never adhere to the requests that I wanted. As soon as I was married off, he would charge in here and kill everyone in sight.

The real question was why. Why did he come here to try and kill off innocent people that kept to themselves? Thaddeus and Theon were snoring lightly; their heavy breaths tickled my skin in the oversized shirt they made me wear. It smelled like them, they commented. It makes everyone know that I am theirs and no one else.

It was a bit barbaric to say that. That I was theirs and only theirs, then again they repeated they were mine, that no one else can have them either. Smiling at that, I brushed my finger across Theon’s face; he was right up next to mine, nose to nose. The closeness, the touching, it was all so new to me. Sure, I hugged my mother but another man? Never.

Theon shifted in his sleep; his nose twitched while his grip tightened around my body. I loved the feeling, being wanted. The tingles that tickled my skin didn’t help either. They felt good, warm, and inviting. If I had ever taken drugs to know their effects, I would have the perfect analogy. It was addicting, and the more I touched, the more I wanted.

Thaddeus was no different. His words were definitely more subtle, but his actions were powerful. His groin was always near my butt; he liked the curve of my a*s, the way his shaft was always nestled so close. Thaddeus said he was a breast man, but from what I can tell, he was more of a butt guy. I don’t think either of them knew what they wanted because they both kept changing their minds. Neither one corrected the other, so I said nothing.

As we began to fall asleep, Theon sleepily told me what mating entailed. We were getting more and more physical with each other, and they didn’t want me caught off guard whenever we decided to go through with it. It instantly concerned me that he would have to bring it up.

“Do we cut our palms and spear b***d all over each other?” I shivered at the thought of that, but they only laughed when I asked.

It happens during the romp in the sheets, and both would bite me, but both would need to be in my body simultaneously. That was what troubled me. There is only one place to stick a d**k, right? They can’t both go in there at the same time? Right? I bit my l*p hard enough to bleed. This wasn’t something I was prepared for. Then couldn’t elaborate because he had fallen asleep, nuzzled into my neck. Thaddeus had passed out a few minutes before, buried in my hair.

Dangerous thoughts lingered in my head, so both of them would have to be in there. It was going to be a hot pretzel mess if one had to be in my mouth. My thoughts became scrambled in my head until I finally succumbed to the sleep I desperately needed.

…

“Mommy, tell me a story,” I demanded from my princess canopy bed. It was pale pink; frills, lace and tulle covered the entire bed. The lamps were pink, along with the carpet; it was the perfect princess bedroom. The shelves were adorned with expensive dolls. The floor was covered with dollhouses, and my reading desk had fairytales of faraway lands. Those were the only “toys” I liked. The reading, the learning.

Mommy was lying on the bed next to me, brushing my hair with her fingers while my hair continued to dry from my bath.

Mommy hummed while her eyes lingered on my crazy curls. “You know, you are the only one that has red hair out of your siblings?” I c****d my head to the other side of my shoulder. My siblings were much older, I was just an accident, so I never saw them. They were sent away to faraway schools and came home only on the holidays. Many times I would even forget what they looked like.

“It’s because I am the most like you,” I joked. “I like to match you, mommy.” She hummed again while her eyes glanced to the far side of the room. Lifting up on her elbow, she walked to my desk. Books were laid about that she had read me. Most about a prince fighting a dragon or a princess in disguise to meet her knight. I liked them all, mainly because of the unicorns, the new creatures such as elves, fairies, and mermaids.

Her fingers touched a book with gold adornments around it. It was green, leaves decorated the title. “The Elven Warrior.” Clutching it to her chest, she brought it to me. Her legs crossed on the bed and touched it like it was made of precious gold. “I’m going to tell you a story, much like this one.” A stray tear landed on her lashes; brushing it away before it could run down her cheek, she smiled. “About an elf and his human love.”

My eyes widened, sparkling under the light purple night light. “A new story!” I squealed. Her fingers slipped on my lips, signaling me to be quiet. “Yes, but I will tell you only once, and you cannot repeat it to anyone.” I frowned. What if it was a good story? Why couldn’t I?

I nodded eagerly, wanting to hear the magical story my mommy says that was a secret. My knees curled up around my body, and my chin sat on my knees, happily waiting. A large sigh left her while she remembered.

“A long time ago,” she began, smiling down at me. “There was a woman who was taken to be the bride of a powerful man. He saw her on a street corner, buying flowers for her sick mother and her innocence and beauty pulled him in. The man approached her while she clutched the flowers to pay, but he stepped forward and paid for her. Then asking her out on a single date. The woman was taken aback; he looked wealthy, expensive, and prominent. She was but a poor woman trying to give her sick mother flowers and make her smile.

The man was awed by her kindness, but it was her beauty he wanted. He wanted her all to himself. He struck a deal with the woman to give her mother the best care money could buy but only on one condition: she married the man she didn’t know. The woman being of kind heart, took him up on his offer. In a small ceremony, they married shortly after with none of her family present.

The woman soon found out what an evil man she had married. He had killed many innocent lives, all for the love of money and material things. Lives did not matter to him as long as he got what he wanted. The woman found herself trapped in a loveless marriage, still bearing him two children. The children grew up and were raised by others because the evil man wanted just his wife for company. The children became spoiled and were married off quickly to arranged marriages.”

I sniffed; the story sounded familiar.

“One day, the woman’s mother had died back in her homeland. She was to be buried beside her father at her mother’s request. Her husband let her go alone for the first time in many years since he was a busy man. The woman was the only one to attend her mother’s funeral and visit long-lost friends. The day was darker than most. Winter was in the air. The sun could not be seen behind the clouds, and snowflakes dared to fall.”

Mommy tucked me under the covers so I could continue to listen, but my eyelids began to droop.

“After the ceremony, a man with flaming red hair, just as mine, walked to her. He was wearing the strangest of clothes. It was warrior regalia that had come from another world. His legs have tight leather bindings, pouches full of food, knives, and provisions. He had scars across his chest, but his eyes are what captivated her the most. They were green, green as the Ireland hills of summer.

“What troubles you, my lady?” The woman’s hands rung out the tissue. It was now worn and unusable, so she stuck it in her coat pocket.

She chuckled, “saying goodbye to my mother.” The muscular bearded man looked down at her. A twinkle in his eye. His hand reached for her cheek, sparks flew across her face while she gasped. The man only smiled, turning his head to look at the tombstone. His ears were pointed, but that didn’t concern her. It was the first time a tender, loving touch was put on her body.

Her body warmed, and she craved to be next to his. She forgot about the devil’s husband at home and leaned into his opened arms. It was an unspoken gesture, they knew there was a connection, and the woman couldn’t understand it. She felt more at home in his arms than at any point in her life.

A few days later, it was time for the woman to return to her evil husband. She told the red-headed warrior she would meet him the next day, so she had time to gather her belongings, and they would run away together. The woman feared he would be killed or tortured if she didn’t return to her old life. Her husband was evil, and his wrath was great. He had a connection in many countries, and even now, she risked her own life to see her love. Her fear got the best of her, and instead of returning the next day to run away with the mysterious man and his warm caresses, she went back to the devil to save her lover’s life. There isn’t a day goes by that she regrets her decision deeply.”

“That’s so sad, mommy,” I yawned, half asleep. “Does the woman find the man again?” Mommy sniffed, and a tear fell on her cheek.

“I don’t know my little fire, but one thing is for sure, she was given a gift far greater than anything should could have ever asked for,” she said.

“And what was that?” I yawned once more. The dark closed around me while my mother whispered.

“That gift was you.”