Mated To An Enemy

In the south, Axel chased after Wyatt. Behind him, Saul led the charge against the last of the fae forces.

Wyatt looked back with pride and delight as his son closed in on him. There was nowhere left to run, he had reached as far south as he was able to go, and Axel was right there with him.

He smiled himself under the mask he wore.

Wyatt had played the role of Alpha Geri more than once, and he had never caught up to his Loki this fast before.

‘Well done, son,’ he thought.

Axel was getting stronger every day. The choices he was making and the leadership he was showing, Wyatt was surer than ever that he had made the right decision when he retired.

“It ends now, Loki!” Axel called out, “your reign of terror on both the humans and wolves is over.”

“I am not the end!” Wyatt called back. “When I fall, another will rise in my place.”

Lines that had been repeated at every hunt.

“You are the last of the Faerie Court, Loki,” Axel said, pointing his sword at Wyatt. “Once I have killed you, it will all be over!”

Wyatt braced himself for Axel’s attack. Now the fun would begin.

***

Caleb ducked behind the tree, taking slow, measured breaths as he tried to listen for where she had gone. Then, a sound to his left. He took one step out and then felt the movement from above.

Ashleigh jumped down at him from the branch she had been perching on.

He managed to catch her just before she could wrap her legs around him, he tossed her back. Ashleigh caught herself, landing on her feet, but skidding back several paces. She was crouched down on the ground, looking up at him as he kept his eyes on her.

They were both taking deep measured breaths.

It had been at least an hour and so far, neither of them had landed a hit. It would be frustrating for her, if it wasn’t so exciting.

Ashleigh smiled and licked her lips. She kept her eyes on him but thought of her hands running over the hard curvatures of his defined stomach, grabbing hold of his thick shoulders to balance herself as he pushed himself deeper inside of her.

Caleb clenched his jaw.

“Cheater!” he growled through gritted teeth.

“All’s fair in love and war,” Ashleigh replied playfully, springing forward and catching him low and sending him toppling forward.

Ashleigh quickly turned and ran at him once again, she pulled her fist above her preparing to come down on his back with a hard blow.

Caleb rolled onto his back and brought his knees to his chest, kicking out and catching her stomach before she landed on him. He tossed her back.

Ashleigh tumbled, coughing as she got to her feet.

They eyed each other like caged beasts, each panting.

“Oh, yea?” Caleb huffed. “Anything goes?”

Ashleigh’s eyes sparkled with mischief in the moonlight. One corner of her mouth lifted, and she nodded.

“Alright…” he replied, his voice heavy and husky. “I won’t hold back then.”

Ashleigh and Caleb charged at each other, she tried to go low once more, but Caleb was ready for her. He turned out just as she moved toward his leg.

She flew past him and he followed after her, catching her waist he grabbed hold and threw her against a tree.

Ashleigh let out a soft grunt, but she wasn’t down long. She ran at him; he once again prepared for a low attack, but she surprised him by instead jumping at the last moment, she pushed on his shoulders and then twisted her body in the air. They both landed on their backs, but she landed in a position where she was able to bring her elbow down on his chest.

He let out a pained groan but turned himself in time to avoid a second attempt.

Ashleigh tried to scramble away but he caught her ankle.

Caleb flipped her and quickly got on top of her. He stared down at her, wishing to remove every strip of leather that covered her. Wanted to see and taste every part of her. He leaned forward, intending to capture her lips for himself.

She looked up at him, her breathing was ragged, and her desire to switch the game was getting intense. But she didn’t want to let him win.

Ashleigh slammed her head into his Caught off guard, Caleb was utterly shocked. He rolled off of her.

She jumped up and ran into the trees. After a moment, he gave chase.

It didn’t take long; she tried once again to surprise him from the branches above. But he felt her desire for him just as strong as his for her. He caught her and quickly turned her against a tree, pinning her in place with his body.

A horn sounded in the south, quickly echoed by several others across Winter until the last horn in the north blew the victory call. All over Winter, shouts and cheers erupted. The celebration of victory.

Ashleigh and Caleb both lifted their heads to the moon as the call rang out above them.

They looked back at each other. Their chests heaved, their eyes both filled with dark desire and need.

“The wolves have won,” Ashleigh said. “Loki is dead.”

Caleb said nothing, only stared back at his bride, his desire for her growing with each passing breath.

Ashleigh put her hands on his shoulders, he let out a soft growl at the touch. She held to him and lifted her legs to wrap at his waist.

“To the victor go the spoils,” she whispered in a voice filled with need, rolling her hips against him for emphasis.

Caleb growled and pushed her shoulders against the tree roughly as his hand moved between them, pushing aside the thin strip of leather that covered her welcoming heat.

Ashleigh cried out softly as his touch set her aflame.

He touched and teased her until he had brought her right to the edge of her pleasure, only to pull his hand away.

Ashleigh opened her eyes, lifting her gaze to him. Storm clouds stared back at her, a swirling, maelstrom of lust and desire.

He leaned forward, kissing her with such passion it left her feeling drunk and hungry. Desperate for him.

Caleb buried himself inside of her, filling her and making her howl out to the moon again and again.

***

At breakfast the following day, Bell looked back and forth between Ashleigh and Caleb, smiling as she ate her toast. Galen moved around the table, setting down plates of food and a carafe of orange juice in the middle.

“What?” Ashleigh sighed finally after almost five full minutes of Bell’s staring.

“Nothing,” Bell smiled.

“Then stop staring,” Ashleigh growled.

“I’m just wondering….” Bell said sweetly.

“Bell…” Galen warned.

Bell smiled at her husband and took another bite of her toast.

“Wondering what?” Caleb asked grabbing a piece of bacon.

“Don’t,” Galen said, looking at his wife.

“Spoilsport…” Bell sighed and rolled her eyes.

Caleb chuckled and Ashleigh sighed with relief.

Galen shook his head as he added bacon to his own plate.

Bell bit her lower lip and smiled, deciding if it was worth it to annoy Galen.

“Did you just go at it fully dressed? Or did one of you take off the skirt?” Bell asked quickly with a giggle.

Ashleigh took a deep breath and hid her blush behind her hands. Caleb tried not to laugh by sticking a piece of toast in his mouth.

“In the snow? Against a tree? I need details—Oh!”

Bell was surprised to find herself lifted out of her chair. She looked up at her husband, who carried her like a princess.

“What are you doing?” she asked as he walked toward the stairs.

“I told you before,” he growled. “The only details you need are ours.”

“Galen, I was kidding, come on… put me down,” Bell pleaded through giggles. “Wait, where are we going?”

Galen stopped halfway up the stairs and looked at Bell with a heat she was very familiar with.

“To make sure you remember the details.”