Mated To An Enemy

Myka only now noticed the soft blush that covered Peter’s cheekbones and spread to his ears, the shyness in how he turned from Myka and tried to hide.

He grinned as the truth became clear to him. He leaned close, nuzzling against Peter’s chin. He ran the side of his face along Peter’s jaw and brought his lips to his ear.

“Did you finger your ass… while you thought of me, Peter?” Myka whispered.

He pulled back and turned Peter’s chin to look up at him. His eyes widened, and his heart beat faster when he saw Peter’s reddened face and dewy eyes staring up at Myka with need.

“More times than I’ll ever admit to,” Peter replied softly.

Myka growled and kissed Peter fiercely. He reached his hand down between them and gripped the head of Peter’s shaft, giving it a firm stroke. Peter gasped, allowing Myka to deepen their kiss.

After taking a moment, Myka pulled back and lowered Peter to lie on the blankets. He spread Peter’s legs, pulling one over his shoulder to give him greater access. He lined the head of his cock up with Peter’s opening and slowly pushed himself inside.

Peter’s body accepted Myka as though no time had passed since their last intimate exchange. The tight warmth clung to him, almost sucking him in.

Both men groaned in delight. Myka took a deep breath and stopped himself from moving any further.

Peter gripped the blankets below him and bit down on his lower lip as he took short deep breaths through his nose. His face twisted in a mix of pleasure and discomfort.

As Myka watched Peter’s panting breaths, he felt a hot jolt run through his shaft, and he groaned as Peter tightened around him.

“I don’t know if I will be able to hold myself back anymore,” Myka said in a shaky voice as he tried to control himself.

“Who asked you to?” Peter replied with hungry eyes.

Myka gave a wicked grin and licked his lips. He was tempted to bury himself inside Peter, thrusting wildly until they both cried out. Still, he also wanted to enjoy every second. Five years without each other, how could he possibly rush their reunion?

With an agonizingly slow pace, Myka slid deeper and deeper inside Peter, feeling every centimeter of himself slowly swallowed into Peter.

Beneath him, Peter gasped and let out whimpers of protest that blended into shallow pants of unbridled and overstimulating pleasure.

“Faster…!” Peter cried out, gripping the blankets roughly as Myka began to pull away just as slowly as he had entered.

“Patience, Peter,” Myka smiled. “We have all night.”

***

“You are a bastard….” Peter said weakly into Myka’s chest.

He was exhausted, and his entire body ached.

Myka let out a soft chuckle. His chest vibrated against Peter’s face, and down lower, still buried to the hilt inside of Peter, his cock was stirring once more.

“No more…” Peter pleaded. “I need sleep, food, water….”

Myka laughed again. He grabbed Peter’s hips and squeezed them softly.

“I have kept you up all night, yet it still doesn’t feel like enough,” Myka smiled. The glow of the tent walls made it clear that day had already reached them, and the sun was rising.

Myka rolled his hips up toward Peter, who gasped at the movement. Though Myka was mostly soft, Peter had endured for hours and was sensitive to even the slightest movements.

Myka felt the slightest tightening of muscles around his shaft. Peter’s body was worn out, but it was only natural to reach for pleasure even when it was probably a bad idea. He smiled. If it was up to him, they would spend the rest of the day continuing to make up for the lost time. But as he looked down at his lover’s tired face, he couldn’t bring himself to tease the man any longer.

He gently lifted Peter’s hips as he pulled himself out, feeling the dissatisfaction of losing their physical connection. Myka held Peter close to his chest and turned his body to allow Peter to have a rest. He covered him with the blanket and hugged him. Peter nuzzled into the crook of Myka’s neck.

Myka smiled.

“I don’t think I have ever felt this happy,” he whispered.

“I don’t think I have ever felt this tired,” Peter replied.

Myka laughed.

“You did tell me I didn’t have to hold back,” he said, gently squeezing Peter. “And we have a lot of time to make up for.”

“True,” Peter nodded sleepily. “I just didn’t think you intended to make up for it all in one night.”

“Oh, no. No, Peter,” Myka said sweetly, kissing the top of Peter’s head. “We’ve barely scratched the surface of making up for all that time.”

Peter sighed.

“I’m too tired right now for a big talk,” he said. “But we need to talk about what this all means.”

Myka furrowed his brows.

“What do you mean?” Myka asked, sitting up on his elbows.

Peter laid back on the blankets, looking up at Myka, his panic already showing in his eyes.

“I told you what I wanted, a new beginning with you,” Myka said. “I thought… last night was–”

“Myka,” Peter interrupted. “I’m not saying I don’t want a new beginning with you. But there are a lot of things that we need to discuss. Winter is my home, and I am unwilling to give that up. But I don’t think you’re suddenly ready to become a pack wolf, and I get it.”

Myka sighed.

“I guess I didn’t really think that far ahead. Part of me assumed we would pick up where we left off, you and me traveling the world together for the rest of our lives.”

“Yeah, it was a nice dream,” Peter smiled. “But I’m not the same person I was five years ago. I found a new family; I found a new purpose. I want you in my life, and I don’t expect you to change who you are. But, as I said, we have a lot to talk about.”

Myka took a deep breath.

“I guess you’re right,” he replied, then smiled. “But we have the rest of our lives to figure it out.”

Peter smiled and then reached for him. Myka laid back and pulled Peter into his chest, holding him close.

“Speaking of figuring things out,” Myka sighed. “Alice is bringing Axel by this morning. She insists that I should get to know him on a more personal level to truly judge whether or not I can trust him.”

Peter nodded.

“That makes sense,” he replied. “Alice knows you won’t trust any alpha, not with what you’ve been through. But Axel is a good guy, a great alpha.”

“So I hear,” Myka replied with just a hint of sarcasm.

“He really is,” Peter laughed. “Wyatt was a good alpha too. He cared about his people, not always in the best way… But in his own way.”

“Wyatt was Axel’s father, right?” Myka asked.

Peter nodded and yawned before speaking.

“He was, yes. But they’re very different from each other. As I said, Wyatt cared about the wolves of Winter. But Axel cares about the wolves in general. So he has gone out of his way to build stronger relationships with the other packs.”

“Hmm,” Myka murmured. “I guess I will have to take that into consideration. We’ll see when he gets here.”

Peter smiled, closing his eyes and nestling into the crook of Myka’s neck.

“Speaking of which,” Myka sighed with disappointment. “The sun is already up, and I need to get the fire and breakfast going before they get here.”

“Fine,” Peter sighed with a pout. “But I’m staying here, someone kept me up all night, and I need some sleep.”

Myka laughed. He carefully pulled himself away, giving Peter one last kiss before he got up and got dressed.

As he closed the flap of the tent. He could already hear the soft breath of Peter’s sleep.

***

He wasn’t sure what it was that woke him. He was startled from his sleep, sitting forward in the tangled blankets. He looked around the tent. Myka was gone. Peter remembered that he had said he would start the fire and breakfast.

He heard a shout and a loud growl, and Peter realized this was what had woken him. There was a cry, like the whimper of a dog or a wolf.

Peter jumped up from the bed. Quickly pulling on his pants and shoes. Next, he grabbed a sweatshirt that he assumed Myka had laid out for him. He pulled back the flap as he heard more concerning sounds in the distance.

He ran to the trees. It wasn’t far when he found what he was looking for.

He saw firewood scattered all over the ground, and just past it, he saw two wolves. One of them he recognized immediately as Myka, but the other…. He had never seen anything like it before.

Its fur was ashen and muddy. There were leaves seemingly growing in small bunches all over its body. The eyes were sunken but appeared like a void filled with unyielding darkness.

It was a nightmare.

It lunged forward at Myka, but he moved out of the way just in time. Peter noticed then the drops of thick black liquid that fell from the beast. It was everywhere in the snow around them. A rather sizable pool of it was a few feet from where they fought.

It was severely injured.

Peter looked back just in time to see Myka grab the wolf by the throat and shake it. He threw the creature against the closest tree. It slammed with a heavy thud and then fell lifelessly to the ground.

Myka shifted back into his human form, taking heavy, panting breaths as he looked back at Peter. He smiled. But then his eyes widened and shook as he let out a sharp breath. Peter felt his breath catch in his throat at the expression.

The two men lowered their gaze to the thin root that stood straight out of Myka’s chest.

Peter gasped.

The root slowly began to slide back, drawing a shuddering whimper from Myka's lips, but then fell apart.

The strange wolf shriveled by the tree into something resembling a dried-out husk. It was weird and worth investigating to Peter, or it would have been if Myka didn’t fall to his knees in the snow before his eyes.

“Myka!” Peter screamed.