Filed To Story: Destined Bond with My Forbidden Alpha Novel (Alpha Alexander & Selene)
Peter paused, looking up at Myka, but still, he didn’t react.
“I wasn’t thinking about how you felt,” he continued. “I was only thinking about myself. I shouldn’t have assumed you would be willing to go along with whatever I wanted.”
“Is that what you wanted?” Myka asked quietly.
“What?”
Myka lifted his head, and his dark eyes gazed across the flames at Peter.
Peter felt his breath catch, his heart pound in his ears, and warmth spread quickly over him.
“Is that what you wanted, Peter?” Myka asked again. Sitting up straight, pushing his shoulders back, he tilted his head to the side. “Sex. Without affection, without warmth. Just pure physical want?”
Peter licked his lips nervously and swallowed. His chest felt heavier with each breath he took.
Myka’s eyes roamed over Peter, and he sat up straight, keeping his eyes on Peter the whole time. He stood from his place on the downed log.
Peter breathed through his nose as Myka approached, his heart racing faster and faster with each step closer.
“I asked you a question, Peter,” Myka whispered as he was only a few steps away. “Is that what you want?”
Peter still couldn’t form an answer as Myka moved to stand behind him.
Myka put his hands on Peter’s shoulders, gently squeezing them before sliding his hands down Peter’s arms and leaning so his mouth was just beside Peter’s ear.
“Tell me what you want, Peter…” he whispered.
Peter closed his eyes, feeling Myka’s hot breath tickling along his skin, his strong hands down his arms.
He could also smell the strong bitter-sweet scent of the mead on his breath.
Myka gently nuzzled his head against Peter.
“I’ve missed you….” he whispered.
Peter couldn’t help but notice how Myka’s voice was getting heavy. His words were slowing. The mead in Winter often packed a surprising punch for those that weren’t used to it.
“Myka,” Peter began, “have you been drinking?”
Myka slipped his arms across Peter’s chest, hugging him close as he nuzzled against him.
“Mmhmm,” he murmured against Peter’s shoulder.
Myka turned his head, resting against Peter’s shoulder and staring at his throat.
“That’s not all I’ve been doing….” Myka whispered, moving closer to Peter’s throat.
Peter swallowed and clenched his jaw as he tried to hold tightly to his own senses.
Myka’s soft lips pressed a gentle kiss to Peter’s throat.
“I’ve been thinking about you….” Myka whispered. “Before you got here… in the tent… I was thinking about you… a lot.”
Peter took in a shaky breath.
“I was sad,” Myka whispered. “When you acted that way in your office.”
“I’m sorry,” Peter whispered.
“But I still miss you….” Myka continued, squeezing Peter against his chest. “Why did you leave? You didn’t even say goodbye….”
Peter licked his lips.
“You didn’t want to mark each other….” Peter said through soft pants. “I was hurt.”
“I was scared….” Myka said, moving his hands down to the hem of Peter’s shirt, slipping one hand under to touch his warm skin. “You didn’t let me explain….”
Peter drew in a shaky breath at the touch. Myka pressed another soft kiss to Peter’s throat.
“Did you even miss me?” Myka asked.
Peter heard the pain in his voice, the hope. He grabbed Myka’s hand, stopping it from moving further up his shirt. He swallowed and turned to look into Myka’s eyes.
“So much more than I ever wanted to admit,” Peter whispered.
A moment passed between them, a soft vulnerability that reached into them both and began to fill the void they had left in each other’s hearts five years earlier.
Peter leaned forward and closed the distance between him and Myka.
Myka greedily met Peter’s kiss.
Their lips barely touched before his tongue was already seeking entry. Peter opened his mouth, accepting and enjoying the familiar taste of peppermint and honey.
Peter turned toward Myka, and Myka snaked his arm around Peter’s waist, pulling him tightly against his body. He clung to him as though he might disappear at any moment.
Their tongues danced together in a desperate and longing-filled tango. Myka squeezed Peter to him, slipping his hand under his shirt to knead lightly at Peter’s lower back muscles.
Peter pulled back from the kiss and put his hand on Myka’s chest.
“Wait…” he whispered between breaths.
“Why?” Myka asked, stealing a few more soft pecks as he kept his hungry eyes on Peter’s lips.
Before Peter could answer, Myka captured his mouth once more. He kissed him hard. Peter didn’t fight him or resist in any way.
The touch of their lips, the feel of Myka’s fingers pressing into Peter’s back, it was as though he had gone back in time to the days they spent wrapped around each other. Their desire for the connection between them was all-consuming, leaving them both feeling delirious.
Peter pulled away once again. This time Myka moved his lips down along Peter’s jaw. His tongue traced a warm wet line to his throat, soft nips along the way.
“Wait…” Peter whispered.
“For what?” Myka asked, biting gently against Peter’s throat.
Peter let out a soft moan as he felt the jolt run down from his throat to his groin.
“Have I still not earned it?” Myka whispered against Peter’s throat.
But this whisper didn’t tickle Peter’s senses like the ones before. The heat of his words was lost in the trembling voice.
Peter swallowed as he thought of the pained expression Myka wore in the office. The genuine heartbreak in his eyes.
He pulled back. Myka’s eyes were cast down. He was on his knees behind the log where Peter sat. His chest heaved with the deep breaths he took through his nose.
Peter stood up and turned toward him. He reached his hand to Myka’s chin, lifting until the blue strands fell away, and he could see the dark eyes of the man he loved filled with unshed tears.
Peter’s heart ached. He took a deep, painful breath as the grip on his chest spread into his lungs.
“Myka…” Peter whispered as his vision blurred behind a curtain of tears. “I don’t understand….”
Myka sniffled.
“You… how can you be so hurt….” Peter asked. “You didn’t want me….”
“No!” Myka shouted. Reaching his arms up and grabbing Peter’s hands. “That’s not true!”
Peter swallowed.
“When I asked you to mark me… to let me mark you… you…” Peter paused, sniffling as the tears fell from his eyes. He swallowed. “You said it would be the end of your journey.”
Myka closed his eyes.
“Yes…” he whispered. “I said that… but I didn’t… I didn’t understand, Peter.”
Myka’s voice cracked. His hands fell away from Peter’s.
“I didn’t know you would leave… or that I would miss you so much.”
Peter furrowed his brows. He didn’t think he would leave? Myka thought Peter would just stay without confirming the bond or sharing the mark. Just his personal bed warmer?
“I get it,” Peter said, wiping his tears. “You wanted me, what we shared… you just didn’t want to be bound to only me.”
“What?”
“You wanted to be free to explore your options. But no one else quite compares to sex with your mate, do they?”
“What does that mean?” Myka asked with furrowed brows, his expression hovering between anger and pain.
“What?” Peter asked with a bitter smile. “Believe me, I get it. It’s not like I haven’t been having my own experiences of freedom over the past five years.”
Myka got to his feet, his expression firmly set in anger as he clenched his jaw.
“You think I refused your mark… because I wanted to have meaningless sex with whoever was willing?” Myka asked through gritted teeth.
“It makes sense,” Peter said, clenching his jaw. “What we had wasn’t real anyway.”
“It’s clear that’s what you thought,” he growled.
“Me?” Peter questioned with insult.
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