Her Forever

Bohdi

By the mighty Hades, I had found him.

Here he was, kneeling on the ground of my feet, trying to defy his Alpha. A weakling of an Alpha no less, one wave of my hand and his face would have been in the mud or, better yet, the feces of some crying pup that had escaped their very own panic room.

His tousled hair was a mess, the top part of his body free from any clothing, giving me the perfect view of what Selene or Parisa themselves have given me. A werewolf, fitting since the only supernatural I can barely tolerate are the wolves.

My fingers ached to run through his hair, to feel the muscles of his back as he grips me from behind, thrusting his glorious manhood inside me. My thighs clenched, thinking of what dirty things I could do to him.

He was a young one, I’ll give him that. Better yet, I can feel his innocence. He had waited for his mate, something I wish I had done long ago but now thinking about it, I will have the most fun taming this little beast.

My nails scratched across the scruff of his chin; his wolf purred inside him, which delighted me to the fullest. Would he care that I was six hundred something years old? Would it be terrible to tell him I don’t even remember my own birthday, just came to stay in the earth realm to help the coven thrive here? Indeed it wouldn’t, not the way his knees are sagging in the dirt, his body becoming dirty as the worms that crawl through it.

“Your name?” I whispered across his lips. His breath was peppermint, a smell that I had often worn across my wrists and neck. It calmed yet excited me as I did my most potent spells; now that I have my mate, he will be the one to give me the extra power that I needed. He was my peppermint, my heart, the spice of my life. “Spencer,” his chapped lips tickled my moist ones.

Spencer took no time to ask my name; he knew who I was. Many did; the sorry excuse of an Alpha in front of me didn’t have the slightest idea; then again, he was an Alpha out of touch with other packs around the realm.

Spencer’s wolf whined; I heard it in his chest. His wolf wanted to touch me, and this little game of cat and mouse, this touching, not touching, was becoming too much even for my lady parts. My eyes flicked once to Spencer’s lips, and his assault rained down heavily on me.

“Thank you, gods,” I whispered as his spicy tongue invaded my mouth. Whispers, yells, catcalls, you name it sounded off to their own sweet music as Spencer pinned me to the ground. Maybe I had nothing to teach at all, the bond would show the way, and my body would be happy to give it.

Some girl screamed a high-pitched, whiny squeal that only made me giggle. I don’t know what made me happier than I had found my mate, but that I was his second chance. The goddesses can play cruel tricks on those who do not deserve a mate at all. True, they could have their agency and accept them. They would be a good match all indeed, but if they refuse and they always have a feeling one would refuse… they give the one rejected someone even better for their needs. That b***h will now live life mateless since she gave up such a gift.

A shame.

For her.

If she interferes once, I’ll be sure to have my new best friends in the underworld treat her with some well-deserving respect.

I giggled, feeling the jogger pants fall halfway down Spencer’s a*s. Sure, his a*s was bare, and many warriors were watching but to be honest, having a bit of a show could be exciting.

“Alright now, time to get up.” The party pooper of the group, Lenhi pulls me away from my mate by one of my hands, now dragging the ripped cloak through the mud. My hair is a mess; the recently purple high lights were now in my vision as I bit my l*p, watching Spencer’s hungry gaze. His chin was pointed downward, a true wolf ready to attack his prey.

“Let’s get you two up to a room so we can spare everyone the free show,” Lenhi giggled. Trinity, the newest member of the royal family of the twins, helped her mates pull him towards the packhouse.

“Oi! We don’t mind a free show!” Several wolves had gathered around the fire; some had just sauntered up carrying werewine and cakes to watch. This show wouldn’t be appropriate, especially for a marking, but I wouldn’t mind one in the future if Spencer would be into it.

I bit my l*p harder, a piece of the cloak fell from my shoulder, showing off my tanned skin to the wolves complaining about a show. Spencer’s head spun to the wolves laughing, clinking their beers together until Spencer became unhinged, punching, scratching every last one of them.

Trinity and her mates could pull Spencer off without getting completely drenched in b***d. Spencer’s eyes met mine; I flattered him with the most seductive look I could throw at him. “So damn hot,” I mouthed to him. His chest puffed out, his c**k barely being contained in his pants.

“Come on now, Sorceress Bohdi. At least wait until we get you into a mating room.” I giggled while we were pulled away.

Lenhi was a good apprentice witch that stayed in my coven for many years. She was born of a human family with no idea what to do with during the Salem Witch Trials. People began to disappear; she could light candles with just the blink of an eye; her family loved her dearly, and as I passed through the town with just soaps, oils, and a few medicinal herbal medicines, they begged me to take her. It was no secret that traveling female doctors could be witches; as long as they left town, they paid no mind.

Lenhi came with me willingly. The poor Protestant-ridden town was setting up all the women to die, and poor Lenhi would be amongst those who hung and burned in the town square. Once she followed me for three weeks, we had reached our new safe haven, away from all the prying eyes of humans.

She is but a Luna in a werewolf pack even though her husband is a bit on the soft side. I was to attend a peace convention; luckily, my vision told me to send Lenhi to meet her mate. I smiled while she gripped hold of me, my body begging to be let go and be with my own mate.

Too long since I had waited, and too much time had passed of my age of finding the one I would live forever. Spencer snarled as two alphas and a luna dragged him behind me. His fangs dropped, venom pooling at the bottom of his mouth. He was going to mark and change me all at the same time, and my body craved it.

“Alright, you two should be alright in here.” Lenhi pushed open a single door; a large bed stood in the middle, a small fridge with snacks, and a large bathroom door on the right side of the room.

“We’ll drop food off by the door; we won’t come in.” Lenhi

Chuckled as she nodded for Spencer to be let go.

My Lenhi, the princes, and Luna scurried out of the room while we were locked in.

Spencer didn’t come forward at first; his body swayed foot to foot, his joggers torn from the calves down. Dirt riddled his body, eyes blackened with l**t. One finger of mine pulled the cloak off, only showing my dirty black camisole and leather leggings. My boots had been torn off outside from the scuffle, so both our feet were bare.

“My mate,” I purred, pushing my hair back behind my shoulder. “I’ve waited centuries for you.” I walked on the balls of my feet, my fingers tickling his skin, circling my prey. He stood still, keeping his eyes on me, breathing laboriously. His head followed my every movement.

“I’m sorry if I am not good enough,…I…” my finger immediately touched his pouty lips as my feet planted in front of him. I tisked.

“Enough, because you are enough. You are mine, and I am yours; nothing else to think about. Now… “I pushed Spencer towards the bed, his knees buckled, his back falling to the soft comforter while his feet dangled near the floor.

Creeping upon his body, I pulled my camisole off me, revealing my ample breasts. His d**k sprung to life under my core, and might I say that the wait for my mate was well worth it. I could ride his beast for days.

“What do you think?” I palmed them, pulling at my n****e and squeezing the other. He g*****d, his hands making their way up my h**s to the sides of my body. “Touch them, Spencer.”

Spencer’s eyes closed, groaning, licking his lips. “Do you want to taste them?” I whispered, pulling one n****e into my own mouth.

Spencer couldn’t speak; he nodded his head violently, trying to sit up. I pushed him back down to the mattress. “I need your words, Spencer. Do you want to lick them?” I licked my n****e one more time before he shouted out a yes. Giggling, he sat up slowly, waiting for me to push him down, but I had him move forward.

He latched to my breast; there was nothing pleasant about it. He sucked, bit, and tugged until I was a moaning mess. My fingers pulled his hair, his mouth went to the other, pushing his mouth into my chest. Spencer’s fingers dug into my back, pulling me impossibly close.

“Spencer!” I m****d his name; using his legs, he flipped me over, and with two swipes, my leather pants were ripped to shreds. The only thing left between us was his joggers, or what was left of them.

“Lick my p***y,” I commanded him. “I want you to taste me,” growled.

Fire-like touches ran down my body, his fingers pushed my legs open for him, one lick had me undone in an instant. His tongue was rough, and my clit had been pounding since the first scent of him.

Spencer growled while I pinched my n****e. His tongue was done tasting me; his c**k was angry. “May I f**k you, my mistress.”

Holy. Aphrodite.

I have been blessed by the gods.

“f**k me hard, mate.” Spencer’s c**k touched my cavern, sliding it in with a mighty roar. His h**s thrust forward, hitting my cervix. He was long but wide in girth, filling every bit of my wet hole. Spencer’s fangs grew, his brows in an evil arch, the pebbles of sweat began to fall on my breasts. His muscular back moved in rhythm with my ankles locked together around his back. Moving my h**s upwards, I met him thrust for thrust, slap for slap. His balls were hitting my a*s, turning me on all the more.

“f**k me harder!” I demanded. “Please me!” Spencer’s chest muscles tightened, my body ramming right back into him. His wolf surfaced, all of his teeth on displace. “Damn, bite me hard. I like it hard,” I growled at his wolf; the eyes flickered from black to gold. Chasing my own o****m, my silent scream cued his wolf to bite into my shoulder, so deep I swear I thought he took a chunk of meat from my body. The o****m rippled over and over as it came, his thrusts became wilder, he continued to c*m like a damn ice cream machine.

His fangs lifted, b***d on his lips, he went to the other shoulder, bites me again, just as hard, my p***y clenches around his c**k, milking him of all of his seed I could handle. His breath was shattered; he didn’t have a pattern; he was everywhere but here at the same time.

“My mate,” I purred, feeling the bits of b***d dripping into the sheets. I rubbed circles around his lower back, his lower back curled at the sensation.

His licks were slow, sensuous as he licked every part of me clean. Tiny pricks of electricity extended from my fingers, tickling his skin while his face covered every aspect of my body. Either side of my neck, in between my thighs, his tongue explored me as I felt the magic finally wielded to the palm of my hand. My mate marked me twice, but I would only mark my mate once. My hand touched his heart, his eyes flicked to me, feeling the euphoric sensation as my mark bore into his heart and soul. Black intriquet designs wove from his heart to his back, my coven’s mark embedded in his skin along with my signature. Gentle purrs left his chest until he laid on my chest. My arms wrapped around him, petting his hair, soothing him.

“My mate,” he sniffed my hair. “I’m so happy to have you.”

“And I you,” I whispered.