Mated To An Enemy-Chapter 555 Now That I Understand

Myka held Peter tightly. His chest pressed against Peter's back as he slowly rolled his hips, pushing his thick shaft deeper inside his lover.

Peter panted and leaned his head back, giving Myka access to his throat and shoulder.

Myka kissed along the nape of Peter's neck, his tongue gliding down the curve of his collar. Then, finally, he stopped at the place that called to him. The area he wanted desperately to sink his teeth into and bite down. He flicked his tongue over that spot, and Peter shuddered.

Myka kissed it softly, sucking lightly on the flesh until there was a lovely redness. He licked it again.

"I had no idea…" he whispered, "what I was losing…."

He ran his tongue over the redness.

"As close as we can be," he whispered. "But you're still so far away…."

He sucked on the red patch gently.

Myka groaned as he felt Peter tightening.

"Relax…" he whispered.

"How can I…." Peter said between his panting breaths. "While you do that?"

Myka smiled and again pressed a soft kiss to Peter's shoulder as he increased the tempo of his hips. Finally, Peter cried out, arching his back and leaning further into Myka.

"Touch me…" Peter whispered.

Myka was more than happy to oblige, moving his hand down Peter's stomach to grab his stiff erection. Peter released a gasping moan as Myka began to stroke him, matching the movements of his hips.

Peter was being driven wild. His heart was racing, and his mind flooded with his pleasure.

Myka's lips and tongue continued to tease the place on Peter's collar that cried out to be claimed. Then, finally, Myka opened his mouth and grazed his teeth along the sensitive flesh. The sensation was almost enough to drive Peter over the edge.

"Do it…" Peter whispered desperately.

Myka's eyes widened, and for a moment, he thought his heart had stopped.

"Do it…" Peter repeated, turning his head to expose himself even more.

Myka felt a primal desire. It took all of his willpower to keep from biting down on Peter's shoulder.

"Focus on the pleasure," Myka whispered.

Before Peter could respond, Myka intensified his thrusts and moved his hand expertly along Peter's shaft.

Peter began to pant and moan, and Myka smiled.

"Be careful," Myka whispered. "Don't want someone walking by to hear that sexy voice of yours…."

Myka bit Peter's ear gently and then continued to drive him wild. Finally, Peter brought his fist to his mouth and bit down as the orgasm took hold of him.

As Peter felt the mind-numbing pleasure of his orgasm, he continued to be stimulated as Myka thrust into him harder. Finally, Myka turned Peter to look at him and kissed him roughly until he reached his climax.

A few minutes later, they had calmed down and were getting dressed again. Peter watched Myka carefully.

Myka grinned.

"If you don't stop looking at me, we are never leaving this room."

Peter turned away, flustered.

He continued buttoning his shirt, but he couldn't let go of the thought that was bothering him. Finally, Peter took a deep breath and turned back to face Myka.

"That was the second time," he said, crossing his arms over his chest.

Myka stood up straight, pulling at his shirt to smooth it out. He smiled.

"Actually, it was the third. The first was in bed, the second was in the shower."

Peter closed his eyes and let out a frustrated sigh.

"The second time you have rejected the marking!" Peter shouted.

Myka looked stunned.

"What?" he whispered. "No… that's not–"

"Five years ago, you rejected me," Peter interrupted angrily. "And just now, you ignored me."

Myka clenched his jaw. He straightened his back, and the expression on his face became serious.

"Let's be clear about this," he began. "Five years ago, you rejected me. You left me. I messed up by not chasing after you and not explaining why I was scared. But you were the one that left me, not the other way around."

Peter felt his anger deflate as he listened to the truth in Myka's words.

"And as far as what just happened," Myka continued. "I didn't want to do something you would regret. Something that would make you push me away again." 𝘧𝚛𝗲𝘦𝚠𝙚𝙗𝙣o𝙫𝗲𝚕.𝐜o𝓂

"I asked you to do it," Peter countered. "Why would I regret it?"

"You told me to do it while you were on the brink of an orgasm, Peter," Myka scoffed. "That's not exactly a clear-thinking time."

Peter took a deep breath. Myka was right. He shouldn't have blamed him.

"You said you wanted to wait until we got to know each other better. That you didn't want to rush anything," Myka said, his tone much gentler than it had been.

Myka stepped closer, reaching hands out to Peter's shoulders.

"I will wait as long as you want me to," he whispered. "Mark or not, I am yours and only yours."

Peter swallowed and licked his lips.

"Then… do you want to be marked?" he asked hesitantly.

Myka gave a soft smile.

"Now that I understand what it means," he said, moving his hand to cup Peter's cheek, gently stroking with his thumb. "Yes."

Peter stared into Myka's dark eyes. He saw in them a longing, a deep love. His breath hitched, and his throat felt dry.

Myka closed his eyes and gave a soft growl as he moved his head onto Peter's shoulder.

"Seriously…" he whispered with a heavy breath. "You have no idea what you do to me…."

His hands moved to Peter's hips, giving them a gentle squeeze and pulling him closer until they pressed tightly together. Then, finally, Myka turned his head and kissed Peter's throat.

Peter closed his eyes, his breathing already getting heavier.

"Wait…" he whispered.

Myka growled but stopped, his fingers digging into the flesh of Peter's hips.

Peter raised his hands to Myka's face, making him look down at him.

For a moment, Myka was confused and unsure if he had done something wrong as he looked into Peter's eyes and saw fear and vulnerability.

Peter swallowed and licked his lips.

"As a child, all I had were my parents, and then I lost them… then I found you…." Peter smiled sadly as a tear fell from his eye. "And I lost you too."

Myka clenched his jaw and lowered his gaze. But Peter made him look back up.

"But you came back," Peter smiled. "And I don't want to lose you ever again."

Myka swallowed, his lips curling into a smile as the emotion swelled in his chest.

"I love you," Peter continued. "I know I don't say it much, and sometimes I try to push you away. But I do love you, and I never want to chase you away."

"I won't let you…." Myka whispered.

Peter laughed.

"Good," he whispered back. "Very good."

They hugged, and Myka held him tight. Feeling a closeness between them that had been missing.

"Myka?" Peter whispered.

"Hmm?" Myka replied, still holding him.

"Let's go home," Peter whispered, his tone low and thick. "When I mark you, I want to hear your voice..."