Her Forever

Sadie’s POV

My boys were sitting close to each other, but they couldn’t be farther apart. Theon’s hair was disheveled, not typical for his usual sharp-looking appearance. Thaddeus was breathing heavily, unable to keep his wolf under control. This wasn’t like them, my beautiful boys. I have to admit, I spoiled them rotten growing up, especially Theon since he was such a momma’s boy. He loved sitting with me while I spoke to omegas having trouble finding their mates or controlling their wolves.

Their pregnancy was tough on me, which led to Seth not wanting more children. I would have gladly had more, but between the four children I had, along with a bedridden pregnancy, I couldn’t continue my duties. Not only to the kingdom but to my family. If we were omegas or even warriors, I would have entertained the idea of more. However, even with a complicated pregnancy, Seth’s wolf couldn’t stand for me to be discomforted.

Thaddeus crawled out of me a whole month early; his arms were thick with muscle at an early age. His cry was a roar when he finally arrived at my breast, ready to be comforted by me. Immediately he calmed; my calming ability granted by the goddess Charis was great in that aspect. Theon arrived in the world with a small cry. He was not weak by any means. He was a calm child, only cried when hungry, wet, or dirty. He loved to be swaddled and being his mother, it only pleased me. They were my last babies; they would always hold a special place in my heart. My two boys, now men, have their own problems now, and it hurt me to see them this way.

Not once did they fight growing up. They were two peas in a pod, very different peas at any length, but different. Thaddeus the ever brooding, strong-willed, and thought only with his muscles. Theon was thoughtful, more reserved, and calculating. Their soul was perfect for each other, the ideal combination of Seth and me.

I sighed heavily, looking at them distressed. Having found their mate, I had hoped it would only sate Thaddeus’ beast a bit more and have Theon be more assertive when addressing his older brother, but that was worthless. They were torn apart, and I couldn’t figure out why.

“Thaddeus, Theon, what’s wrong?” I asked quietly. Seth held onto me, waiting for his sons to answer. Seth never was one to talk about feelings to anyone but me, he did some with his children, but his fierce protectiveness over them was stronger. Wanting them to be faster, more robust in the physical sense while I concentrated on emotions. It was my calling essentially anyway.

Thaddeus squirmed in his seat; I smiled, watching him get upset. He never liked to talk either. He was a replica of his father. All physical and no speaking. “It’s just hard,” he gruffed. “I know Trinity is human, and we should take it slow like Theon said. Then I get angry when Theon is there; I want her to myself.” Theon nodded at his statement.

“I just want us all to get along; Thaddeus is overbearing. I don’t want to start fights, I want him to be happy, but at the same time, my wolf calls to Trinity. We want our time too.”

I hummed in agreement. “Have you talked to Trinity about this? You both have planned for so long to find a mate, even though you thought she would be a werewolf and take her quickly. Have you told Trinity this? Is she on the same page?” Thaddeus shrugged his shoulders, looked at Theon for words.

“We thought she wanted to go slow; she was nervous about her body. We agreed, but then things escalated after the rogue attack yesterday. We both wanted her; she never said no. In fact, I think she liked what we did to her.” Thaddeus grinned mischievously.

“Hell yeah, she did. She was a moaning mess.” Theon laughed out loud.

“That’s my boys,” Seth growled playfully. “The bond is working; she will open up faster than you think. Just know if she says not to do something, don’t do it,” he scowled. Theon and Thaddeus both shook their heads. They were taught very young not to force anything. No means no.

“Now that we know that there is a possible father figure who is an elf, she might be feeling the bond a bit more strongly,” I stated. “Supernaturals feel it more; it is just a fact. What worries me is that her mother may not have been bonded to her father. She was conceived out of a bond, yet they were still mates, it sounds.” Seth sat back, rubbing my outer thighs. Both the boys looked on expectantly. They were thirty years old, a good age in human years, but the information about supernaturals was unlimited. Even in the years I had been with Seth, I didn’t know everything. If anyone knew about mixed bonds, it would be our daughter, Mia.

Once Mia knew I was once wolfless and that interspecies bonding had become famous, she dug herself into her studies. Mia was always my little bookworm.

“I’ll take care of figuring out Trinity’s background. She said her mother’s name was Evangaline?” The boys nodded while I wrote down on my small notepad. “Last name Amato,” I whispered. The boys looked at each other, mind linking each other most likely. They had never fought, not once. They had their own emotions to take care of. Two boys tied by one soul were now adding another to their duo. Their mate. It would take time, but I had the uttermost faith in them.

“What about you both take Trinity on a date, separately. Show her your wolves. Treat her as you are, in fact, two people, because you are. Just because you share a soul doesn’t mean you can’t like and do different things. You both, of all people, should know this. Show her what she is getting into before you both mark her simultaneously. I know you can work together on marking her, but time alone is important too.” They both nodded eagerly. I’m glad they liked the idea; their faces lightened, shaking each other’s hands. Good, getting their fill of Trinity individually will help their raging wolves.

“Oh, don’t forget to show her your wolves,” I said absentmindedly. Seth’s e******n was jabbing my booty; I’d been on the call long enough.

“Thanks, Mom,” Theon grinned. Seth nodded at both the boys.

“We will see you soon, boys. Go spar with the other wolves, not each other. Get rid of the rage.” Thaddeus gave a mock salute as the crystal went blank.

Before I could put my pen down, Seth pounced me, causing us to fall off the white padded vanity bench. We landed on the fur rug on the floor. It was his favorite place for his wolf, Caspian, to lay, and now Seth had me pinned under him.

“Shitake Mushrooms, Seth!” I squealed, laughing. “You can’t do that!” Seth’s nose went straight for my neck, open mouth k****s traced downward, trailing down to my deep marking spot. He sucked hard, teeth scraping my skin. A m**n left me, encouraging him to continue his invasion. His e******n dug deep into my inner thigh; my fingertips grazed his now bare sides. Shivers ran through his tattooed skin.

“You know, you need to be more careful. I don’t need everyone seeing your new accessory,” I nipped his ear, causing a g***n. “Your daughter-in-law does not need to see the whoopie stick .”

Seth chuckled, moving his c**k grinding into my bare core.

That’s right, he only brought me a shirt to cover me, nothing to put on underneath. I was just glad Trinity didn’t know; she was still upset seeing my mate’s raging boner. I would be, too; I still get shy about seeing it after all these years. It is just beastly looking; the straining masculinity was enough to make a w***e blush.

“It’s only for you, my mate.” Feeling the drip of c*m rubbing on my leg, I grabbed his hot, smooth column of flesh between my fingers, rubbing the c*m with my thumb. Seth didn’t bother with foreplay; he knew I was wet and needy. I was always so needy for him. Grabbing his steely length, he prodded my opening; I grabbed the furs beneath me, ready for the sudden thrust. Seth impaled me, a quick cry of pleasure ran through my toes. No matter what, when Seth would thrust his h**s and sink into the cleft between my legs, my wolf, Gaia, would howl mercilessly.

My legs wrapped around his waist, moving my h**s higher to get maximum entry. Thrusts became harder while my p***y fastened around him, not wanting to let him go. Seth’s teeth bit into my shoulder, causing me to cry his name. Seth m****d, pulling my skin with his teeth. The bulb of his piercing rubbed my g-spot once more, making me arch my back.

Seth kissed my lips, panting, sweating, and ruining the rug beneath us. Soft, careful, and loving. Opposite of what my p***y was currently feeling. I would never grow tired of this. My mate wanted me made me feel desired. Our love has never faded over the years; in fact, I felt the bond was stronger than ever before.

I screamed in pleasure, bursting at the seams. Seth quickly followed, his c*m leaking from my body. Not only did he have stamina, but he continued to spurt his juice into me like he was trying to impregnate me. Good thing we had plenty of that male fertility tea he has to drink once a week to keep his swimmers at bay.

My nose traced along his muscular neck, kissing each sweat bead that trailed downwards. “I know it’s Sunday,” I whispered. Seth g*****d, knowing what I was about to ask. Sundays were our days. During the week we had so many duties. He trained warriors, tended to protect the kingdom while I helped the shifters, almost individually. They would come from miles, the prides of lions, panthers, and cheetahs to the Bears, Dragons, and sometimes the birded shifters. They would ask for help with land disputes or help with food distributions if their homes were dealing with a shortage. I enjoyed my job, even when some of their alphas were most unpleasant.

“I know, babe, but our sons need our help; their mate needs our help,” my hands cupped Seth’s face. He couldn’t deny me; he understood that what I ask of him would make me happy, our sons happy. He nodded his head. “Anything for you, Love.” He pecked me quickly on the nose and then kissed each breast, trailing down to my thigh.

“No, no! You will start something,” I gently kicked his shoulder. He chuckled darkly.

“Don’t forget our ‘tea’ time later,” he joked. Oh, yes, right, ‘tea’ time. Tea time was our code word for play. Meaning role play. We had fun with those, I always came up with the most outrageous scenes, and he would play along; he loved every minute. I came up with a great one for later and waited a whole month for my costume.

“I promise before we leave, we will have ‘tea’ time.” I giggled.

…

Mia was visiting the fae colony; since we had become allies many years ago, the fae have asked to send a settlement to live on our land. The soil in the Light Kingdom was rich and plentiful, but the flowers they wanted to grow needed soil with a certain percentage of sand. The Light Kingdom that borders the East did not have the right conditions for this plant to grow, so they had asked for land near our coast. We instantly agreed. The flower’s root was a healing agent and would come in handy with sickness of the internal nature, such as infertility in both males and females, appendicitis, aliments of the throat. My healing, even though a blessing, only helps though with mortal wounds on the outside of the body. I can heal from the inside out from a sword or arrow, but nothing that has had long-standing troubles for a living thing.

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It was a good ten miles to the colony, Seth and I decided to run. “I’ll race you,” I chided as we stepped outside the castle gates. Seth began to strip, putting our clothing in a bag to travel.

“You win every time,” he gruffed. “It isn’t fair.” It was true; it was the one thing I could beat him in. Even though my wolf was small, I was fast. Faster than any werewolf in the kingdom. Seth was the strongest; it evened us out in that aspect.

“I’ll give you a five-minute head start,” I giggled, grabbing his hard-on. The great thing about Seth was that he was always ready. If I said, “do me,” he would. No need to warm up my mate.

“I’m not leaving you,” he pulled me closer. “And if you don’t stop, we won’t go at all.” Fur began to sprout on his skin; he was half shifting. Running on two legs while half shifted was the fastest for him. I don’t think I ever saw Caspian as a full wolf in a long time. Caspian liked being one with Seth.

“How about, if you catch me, you can do me right on the forest floor,” I showed my fangs, ready for him to agree. He could never say no to a quickie in the forest.

Especially in the forest.

Wolves were primal; it was Caspian and Seth’s favorite. Seth, his fingers wiggled into the wind, gazed down at me, eyes hooded like the eyes of a hawk. He was standing at a total height of eight feet.

“Run, little fox, run.”