Filed To Story: Destined Bond with My Forbidden Alpha Novel (Alpha Alexander & Selene)
Peter scoffed.
“That’s true,” he replied.
“Yes, but I wonder if those dreams he chases after might be fueled by nightmares,” she said.
“What?”
“For a man that claims his journey is one of freedom and exploration, I have never seen someone look so stifled and trapped,” she continued.
Peter took a deep breath.
“It’s just the effect of the bond. It’s like a chain around his neck. He’ll be free once he leaves Winter,” he sighed. “We both will.”
“Are you sure?” Corrine asked.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, do you want him gone?” she asked.
Peter looked away.
“I told you what he said to me,” Peter replied quietly.
“Yes,” Corrine said.
Peter clenched his teeth.
“Then, if I still want him after that, what kind of pathetic creature does that make me?” he whispered.
“Just like the rest of us,” Corrine replied gently.
Peter looked back at her. She gave him a warm smile.
“Peter, there is nothing wrong with loving someone difficult to love,” she said. “As long as that person is who you want to be with.”
“So, should I just move on?” he asked. “Forget what he said and act like it never happened?”
Corrine raised a brow and had a hard look in her eye.
“I never said that,” she replied. “If you want to love and allow him the chance to do the same, he must earn your trust back. He must beg and plead until you are satisfied.”
Peter chuckled.
Corrine smiled.
“But if that is not what you want. If your reactions to him are entirely related to the pull of the bond. Then isn’t your heart already protected? Won’t you keep him from getting through your defenses?”
“Of course!” Peter stated.
Corrine smiled.
“If you’re that confident, then there is no reason you can’t…. Enjoy the benefits of that bond while he is here.”
Peter’s eyes went wide, and Corrine laughed.
“From what you have said, your relationship with Myka was almost entirely physical. Just the desire for the bond.”
Peter swallowed, thinking once again of the expression on Myka’s face as he lay beneath Peter, thrusting into him.
He licked his lips and pushed the thought away from his mind.
“It was… yea,” Peter replied quietly. “What are you getting at?”
Corrine sighed.
“Peter, you want him. He wants you,” Corrine stated bluntly. “If you insist on the rejection, just make it clear to him that all you want is his body.”
Peter felt his jaw drop.
“I… don’t know what to say.”
Corrine laughed.
“There is nothing wrong with sex, dear. And I know you can attest to the fact that it is far better with your mate than any other.”
“How could you…?”
“This is my pack, dearest,” she smiled. “I know far more than I ever wished to.”
She was right. In the past four years, once Peter opened himself to people like Corrine and Bell, he began to explore his world much more.
Since his mate didn’t want him, Peter saw no reason to hold himself back from enjoying whatever this world had to offer him. Whether it be man or woman, as long as they were willing, so was he.
He had been reluctant to admit what Corrine implied, but it was true. He had enjoyed each encounter, but it was never the same as it was with Myka. And to his shame, he had thought of his mate more than once during those encounters.
“I know you have a lot to think about,” Corrine said, standing from her chair. “But perhaps this is one of those times when overthinking is actually the problem.”
She gave him another warm smile, and they said their goodbyes.
Peter stood when she was leaving, but he slumped back into his chair once the door was closed.
Luna Corrine had just sat in his office, telling him to use his mate for sex.
He was baffled by this turn of events. Still, as his mind wandered once more to the grin, the laugh, and the blue hair that stuck to his brow in the sweat of their passions… he realized he was not entirely opposed to the idea.
Another knock at his door. He looked up, still leaning back in his chair. The door handle began to turn, and with it, Peter’s heart began to race as the scent of peppermint and honey filled the room.
Myka wasn’t sure how Peter would react. If he would yell or throw things at him. But he needed to try. He wanted to talk to him, to explain himself.
He knocked at the door to Peter’s office. Myka turned the handle, afraid that Peter would realize it was him, and lock the door before he had a chance to speak with him.
Myka pushed open the door, he looked toward the desk, but no one was there. Had he already left?
But before he could consider anything else, the front of his shirt was grabbed and yanked roughly, bringing Myka into the room. That was followed by the door closing and the lock turning.
Myka turned to see Peter looking back at him, but he looked strange. Different. His eyes swam with a familiar darkness he hadn’t seen in these five years. His breathing was shaky and shallow.
“Peter…?” Myka whispered.
But no other words managed to escape his lips before they were captured by Peter’s hunger.
Myka’s mind was reeling while his body reacted naturally. His lips moved with Peter, parting to allow their tongues to get reacquainted as he tried desperately to settle his mind.
Peter sucked on Myka’s bottom lip and pushed him back until Myka’s thighs hit the desk, and he was forced to stumble back on top of the charts that Peter had been working on.
The fall separated them long enough for Myka’s mind and body to collapse back together. He looked up at Peter, the hunger in his eyes and the soft pants he let out threatened to shake Myka’s mind again.
What was happening?
“Peter…” Myka whispered through his own soft pants.
Peter growled and reached forward. He grabbed hold of the bottom of Myka’s shirt and pulled it up over his head but then used it to hold Myka’s arms back.
“Peter!” Myka shouted in surprise.
But Peter didn’t seem to hear or notice. He moved between Myka’s legs, the dark swirling lust in his eyes focused on Myka’s pale, lean chest. He lowered his head, wrapping his lips around one of Myka’s nipples.
Myka gasped and bit down on his lip.
It had been five long years since he had last felt this exhilaration. He couldn’t believe this was happening. He came to talk, to clear the air. This was beyond his expectations.
He wanted to touch him, to taste him. Myka had spent five years missing Peter, dreaming of him and longing for him. Now here he was, and he couldn’t touch him.
Myka struggled against his shirt, but Peter held tightly to it.
“Peter,” Myka called in a husky voice. “Let me touch you… please.”
“No,” Peter replied, flicking his tongue against the hardened nipple on Myka’s chest and then biting down on it.
“Ugh!” Myka cried out. It was painful, but Peter’s tongue soothed him. His hot breath eased away the sting.
Peter continued to suck and bite at Myka’s chest while he held his arms locked in place.
Myka didn’t understand what was happening. He was enjoying Peter’s touch, his tongue. But this was nothing like before. When had Peter become so aggressive? And why wouldn’t he let Myka touch him?
How could they make up if he couldn’t give Peter just as much pleasure as he was receiving?
“Peter,” Myka whispered desperately as another bite sent a shockwave of painful delight down his shaft, stiffening him to an uncomfortable degree. “Please… let me touch you.”
Peter pulled away from Myka’s chest, leaving a few nibbles along his throat as he straightened himself up.
He hovered just above Myka’s, close enough that he could feel his hot breath against his lips, but he couldn’t kiss him if he tried.
“No,” Peter whispered with a strange look. “You haven’t earned it….”
Myka furrowed his brow. He looked into Peter’s eyes, he saw the lust, the hunger, but further back, he saw Peter. He saw the hurt from five years ago exposed and raw.
This wasn’t makeup sex. It wasn’t even angry sex. It was empty.
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