Her Forever

gently with a towel. In all truthfulness, I should have just got back in the shower, but a little sponge bath with your desirable man rubbing you down wasn’t so bad.

Wrapping me up in a clean towel, he carried me to the bed. Thaddeus sat in an oversized decorative chair, looking over some maps on the table. My face immediately flushed, thinking about what Theon and I just did; he had to have heard me pant like a rabid dog in heat. I bit my l*p, goggling at Thaddeus while he traced his finger on the large map.

Continuing down the page, I wiggled my butt, trying to get comfortable in the bed. Theon pulled the sheets over me, not bothering to give me clothes to wear, and climbed in with me. His front was to my back, putting his nose into my neck. The warmth of his body cocooned me into a pseudo comfort until I closed my eyes.

“Have fun?” Thaddeus’ eyes didn’t leave the map, marking it with different colored pens. When he thinks hard, he likes to stick his tongue a little bit out of his mouth; it is so tiny of a gesture that you might even miss it. It was cute when he tried to be all studious.

“Maybe,” I spoke quietly. Theon was already snoring, his grip ever so tight around my soft torso. My mind began to race again, wondering if Thaddeus would be upset because he wasn’t in on the fun.

“Good, because I get you later,” he winked. His lips curved into a smile, biting his l*p. Thaddeus’ hand slipped between the sheets and under the towel, grabbing my breast harshly. “And I won’t be all gentle like Theon is.” My body erupted into a hot, molting mess when his hands left me. Whimpering at the lost, he stood up, taking off his shirt, showing his tattoed abs.

The boys were identical in every way, right down to the last tattoo. They weren’t marked all over completely like their Father, and thank heavens they didn’t have n****e piercings or their pecker pierced. That was a bit much for me, and I was happy with what I had been given or will be given.

Thaddeus lifted the sheets climbing in, putting my head to his chest. “Mine,” he growled, tangling his legs into mine.

….

“We have to stop being so lazy; Dad is going to kick our asses if he sees us in bed all day with Trinity,” Thaddeus’ rough voice woke me from the best nap. Theon was getting dressed, putting on some workout clothes and a tight tank top. I’ll never get over how they can wear such little clothes and not get cold. Winter was going to be here soon. Frost had already started covering the ground just yesterday, and Canada’s winds were seeping in.

“I know, that’s where I’m going,” keys jingled in his pockets while throwing on a baseball hat. Holy guacamole, something about a baseball hat made him a million times hotter. “I have to run into town and get a few more tents at the hardware store. Alpha Big Paw said he was short on housing with that many warriors coming in.” Theon ran to the bed, kissing my forehead. “Afternoon, babe, I’ve gotta run. You stay with Thaddeus, alright?” I nodded, pecking his lips one more time watching him stride out the door.

Clothes were chucked at me, one being a very revealing thong and matching lace bra along with my skinny jeans. I mocked a laugh at Thaddeus, who had a mischievous grin radiating from his pearly white teeth. “What? No top? I’m just going to walk around in my bra for the girls to hang free?”

Thaddeus jumped the bed, pulling the sheets down, burrowing his face into my breasts. The scruff of his beard had me squealing in laughter. “Gods, they are so warm,” his voice was muffled between them. “I just wanna bury my face in them and sleep here. My own little retreat.” I laughed, causing him to jolt his head upwards, giving me a searing k**s. “Here, you wear my shirt.” Rolling my eyes, he jumped off the bed to head to the bathroom while I dressed.

“Theon and I are taking you on dates,” he announced from the bathroom. When he walked out, I tried to wiggle my ba donk-a-donk in my jeans. Growling, stomping over, he lifted me into the air, with my legs straddling him. Large hands massaged the a*s that was still hanging out of my jeans. “I don’t know which is my favorite,” Thaddeus patted my rear. “The front or the back?”

“I don’t know either, you say one thing, and then you go for the opposite end. I don’t’ think Theon knows anymore either!'” Thaddeus pecks my nose.

“I just know I like all of this. My hands swept down his biceps, his abs, down and around to his a*s.

“So all of it then?” Nipping my ear, I squeezed his behind like he did to me.

“Mhmm,” I whimpered.

“I guess you will have to wait then, come on,” Thaddeus slapped my half exposed butt, leaving a loud thunderclap in the room. I jumped in surprise, falling back on the bed.

“That’s gonna leave a mark!” Hobbling over to the mirror, sure enough, a large red handprint laid on my right cheek.

“That’s not all I’m going to mark either,” Thaddeus’ hand cupped my p***y, rubbing it with the palm of his hand. My n*****s perked up in response until his hand was quickly pulled away. “Come on, I do have to show you something.”

Well, boo.

….

Thaddeus’ fingers were tangled with mine, his calloused thumb often rubbing the top of my hand, swinging it gently through the air. His steps had a skip in them while leading me down the long corridor of the packhouse. There hasn’t been much time for exploring the house, too many things going on to really see what a packhouse entailed.

“I can’t take you on a real date, wine you, and dine you,” Thaddeus said. “But I can give you something a little different you might appreciate.” My heart just about burst. Thaddeus was really trying to make these cultural differences work. If I was a wolf and grew up expecting to mount my mate when I first saw them, there wouldn’t have been a question. However, my mind was still too ingrained in the human romance novels I had been sucked into most of my boring life. Besides, they should work for me; I’m worth it. I snickered to myself.

I wonder if Mom jumped Dad like that? They must have because here I am after a few days frolicking with the elven warrior. Do elves frolick? “Hey, Thaddeus?” Thaddeus hummed while we STILL walked down the ever ending hallway. How freaking big was this house?

“How do elves mate?” Thaddeus stopped, turning to me.

“Well, when two people love each other very much-,” I laughed, slapping his chest playfully.

“No, no! Like a bond, like you, both will bite me. Do elves bite? Do all the supernaturals bite? What is up with the biting, though? Can’t it be just: stick “it” in and call it good?” Thaddeus threw his head back and roared with laughter, loud enough for people to poke their heads out of the corridor. We must be on one of the unmated floors because several males didn’t duck their heads back in.

“Shoo,” I whispered while Thaddeus began to calm down. I’m guessing they have rules in place because some wolves are dumb shits. One lingered, his eyes trailing me. I surely smell like my mates. I have Thaddeus’ shirt on. “Get,” I seethed until Thaddeus was right at his door.

“Got something to say, pup?” Thaddeus’ voice was hushed; the boy shook, baring his neck to him. He was young; he couldn’t help himself. Boy teenagers had it rough. My hand went around Thaddeus’ biceps. “Come on, baby, he’s young, he’s learning.” My fingers brushed back his unruly hair. “Just give him a verbal warning, and we can go do our date; I’m excited to see what you have planned.”

Goodness, using what their own Mother did to their Father was pure gold. Thaddeus’ body immediately relaxed; his glare still sat with the boy a few seconds longer before pushing the teenager back into his room, slamming the door.

Pure gold; I will use this when I really want something. Thaddeus shook his head, pulling me back down the hall.

“Yes, most supernaturals bite,” he continued as if nothing happened.

“Most?”

“There are always other species we don’t know about. Sure, you have shifters, fae, and their subtypes, vampires; those are the main ones. We don’t mess with ogres that come out of a whole other forest no one dares goes into; no one knows much about them. It’s further south than the Southern Kingdom of Vamparia. It’s darker; hardly any light reaches it. It has both extremes of temperatures. They even say a second moon source creates totally different seasons compared to the rest of Bergarian. Anyway, I know nothing more about that.”

My eyes about bugged out of my head. A whole area that the supernaturals don’t know about?! How freaking amazing.

Bergarian’s had electricity to some extent to those that wanted to use it. Still, many lived without wanting simple lives. Of course, they wouldn’t have scientists itching to go to an unexplored area or drones to get pictures.

“Like I said, anyway.” Thaddeus interrupted my thoughts. “Yes, we bite. The gods made us that way because it is intentional to bite someone. You have to bite hard enough to break the Supernaturals love s*x,” his eyes narrowed, “there are many that can’t control their animals or decided not to try before they meet their mate. If the gods created us just to have s*x to mate, it would be a mess.” He shook his head. My hand squeezed his, leaning my face on his arm.

“I’m glad you waited then; having an Alpha wolf must be hard?” Thaddeus shook his head.

“Not when the thought that having my mate who was made for me was out there somewhere.” Thaddeus stopped in front of two large mahogany doors; it reeked of pine and sap even with the beautiful varnish. His warm lips touched mine, my arms wrapped around his neck, leaning into his hard body. “And I’m damn glad I waited too.”

My heart responded, thumping hard and steady against my chest. Who knew Bambi could have a way with words?

Thaddeus’ hand pushed on the door. The room was dark while we entered. Lights were slowly illuminated, and the whole room lit up. It took several seconds for the space to be bright because it was vast. Each wall was lined with shelves, filled with books upon books. Not just any books, old books, diaries, encyclopedias on the supernaturals, the gods of The Celestial Kingdom, Angels, Demons, Underworlds, The Dark Forests, The Light Kingdom, Moon Kingdom, the list went on and on while my finger grazed each row.

In the center of the room held a large chandelier full of lit candles; I wasn’t sure how they ended up getting lit. “A few light pixies,” Thaddeus whispered behind me. Gasping, the little heads popped out of the hole in the crown molding on the other side of the room. Tiny heads and wings fluttered until they sat on the chandelier, looking at us from above.

They glowed brighter than the candles; as their lips moved, no words came out. The little tinkling of bells rang through the air while they laughed. “This is some Beauty and The Beast mashed up with Peter Pan; I spoke a little too loud. Thaddeus’ arms wrapped around behind me while I continued to stare.

“Are there more here, on Earth?”

“There are some, not many. They have to hide from humans. These light pixies are friends of Lenhi; she used to live in Bergarian, they grew up with her. They didn’t want to let some Alpha take her away from them.”

The light pixies flew down, standing three feet away from us on the desk table. Each one had its own style of clothing. One had gold fabric just covering her breasts with a short skirt. The other two were male, wearing high water pants and no shirt. Their heads moved side to side, whispering to each other. They were just as intrigued looking at us as we were them. We watched them dancing around the table since we made them bored. They were happy, worry-free, kicking papers off the desk, picking up pens that were almost too large trying to write.

“They are a bit dense,” Thaddeus whispered. “But most have good intentions.” I laughed, watching them until they flew back up to the crown molding to go where they needed to.

“They are mates together,” he half mentioned, going behind the desk. A large basket full of food appeared, my stomach growled in response. No use trying and hiding it; he can hear everything, right? Thaddeus threw me an apple.

“Why don’t you go find a book, and we can read together?” I just about died. He wants to read with me? Thaddeus didn’t leak the aura of the ‘reading type,’ but damn, I was going to take his offer. I ran to the Bergarian history section, twiddling my fingers in excitement while taking a massive bite out of an apple. Grabbing the biggest book I could find, I brought it over.

Thaddeus took the liberty to move the glass coffee table that sat in the middle of the room; the two oversized sofas were pushed together, creating a perfect reading nest. The large basket sat in the middle, filled with sandwiches, pasta, steak, anything you could think of. I couldn’t just pick one thing; I wanted to take a bite out of each one. Maybe even a taste out of Thaddeus. Giggling silently to myself, Thaddeus helped me step over the armrests, pulling me to his lap.

Rubbing my hands together, I looked over the food again. “What do you want to eat first?” Thaddeus’ nimble fingers ran up my side, to my h*p, and under my shirt to my n****e, making it grow rock hard.

“I think I know,” I heard a strange noise in his voice which made me question if we really were he to eat dinner.