Chapter 474 We Have All Night
Mated To An Enemy
Myka only now noticed the soft blush that covered Peterâs 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 Peterâs chin. He ran the side of his face along Peterâs jaw and brought his lips to his ear.
âDid you finger your ass⦠while you thought of me, Peter?â Myka whispered.
He pulled back and turned Peterâs chin to look up at him. His eyes widened, and his heart beat faster when he saw Peterâs reddened face and dewy eyes staring up at Myka with need.
âMore times than Iâll ever admit to,â Peter replied softly.
Myka growled and kissed Peter fiercely. He reached his hand down between them and gripped the head of Peterâs 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 Peterâs legs, pulling one over his shoulder to give him greater access. He lined the head of his cock up with Peterâs opening and slowly pushed himself inside.
Peterâs 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 Peterâs panting breaths, he felt a hot jolt run through his shaft, and he groaned as Peter tightened around him.
âI donât know if I will be able to hold myself back anymore,â Myka said in a shaky voice as he tried to control himself.
âWho asked you to?â 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.
âFasterâ¦!â Peter cried out, gripping the blankets roughly as Myka began to pull away just as slowly as he had entered.
âPatience, Peter,â Myka smiled. âWe have all night.â
***
âYou are a bastardâ¦.â Peter said weakly into Mykaâs chest.
He was exhausted, and his entire body ached.
Myka let out a soft chuckle. His chest vibrated against Peterâs face, and down lower, still buried to the hilt inside of Peter, his cock was stirring once more.
âNo moreâ¦â Peter pleaded. âI need sleep, food, waterâ¦.â
Myka laughed again. He grabbed Peterâs hips and squeezed them softly.
âI have kept you up all night, yet it still doesnât feel like enough,â 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. Peterâs 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 loverâs tired face, he couldnât bring himself to tease the man any longer.
He gently lifted Peterâs 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 Mykaâs neck.
Myka smiled.
âI donât think I have ever felt this happy,â he whispered.
âI donât think I have ever felt this tired,â Peter replied.
Myka laughed.
âYou did tell me I didnât have to hold back,â he said, gently squeezing Peter. âAnd we have a lot of time to make up for.â
âTrue,â Peter nodded sleepily. âI just didnât think you intended to make up for it all in one night.â
âOh, no. No, Peter,â Myka said sweetly, kissing the top of Peterâs head. âWeâve barely scratched the surface of making up for all that time.â
Peter sighed.
âIâm too tired right now for a big talk,â he said. âBut we need to talk about what this all means.â
Myka furrowed his brows.
âWhat do you mean?â Myka asked, sitting up on his elbows.
Peter laid back on the blankets, looking up at Myka, his panic already showing in his eyes.
âI told you what I wanted, a new beginning with you,â Myka said. âI thought⦠last night wasââ
âMyka,â Peter interrupted. âIâm not saying I donât 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 donât think youâre suddenly ready to become a pack wolf, and I get it.â
Myka sighed.
âI guess I didnât 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.â
âYeah, it was a nice dream,â Peter smiled. âBut Iâm 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 donât expect you to change who you are. But, as I said, we have a lot to talk about.â
Myka took a deep breath.
âI guess youâre right,â he replied, then smiled. âBut we have the rest of our lives to figure it out.â
Peter smiled and then reached for him. Myka laid back and pulled Peter into his chest, holding him close.
âSpeaking of figuring things out,â Myka sighed. âAlice 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.â
Peter nodded.
âThat makes sense,â he replied. âAlice knows you wonât trust any alpha, not with what youâve been through. But Axel is a good guy, a great alpha.â
âSo I hear,â Myka replied with just a hint of sarcasm.
âHe really is,â Peter laughed. âWyatt was a good alpha too. He cared about his people, not always in the best way⦠But in his own way.â
âWyatt was Axelâs father, right?â Myka asked.
Peter nodded and yawned before speaking.
âHe was, yes. But theyâre 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.â
âHmm,â Myka murmured. âI guess I will have to take that into consideration. Weâll see when he gets here.â
Peter smiled, closing his eyes and nestling into the crook of Mykaâs neck.
âSpeaking of which,â Myka sighed with disappointment. âThe sun is already up, and I need to get the fire and breakfast going before they get here.â
âFine,â Peter sighed with a pout. âBut Iâm staying here, someone kept me up all night, and I need some sleep.â
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 Peterâs sleep.
***
He wasnât 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 wasnât 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 otherâ¦. 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 Mykaâs 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 didnât fall to his knees in the snow before his eyes.
âMyka!â Peter screamed.