Mated To An Enemy

Galen rolled his neck as he walked toward his tent. The tension in his shoulders seemed to spread, and he assumed it was the cause of his headache.

By the time he had finished talking to Caleb, teams had already been assigned. By nightfall, they had each gone their separate ways with their own missions.

He had taken forty men, dividing them into smaller teams, and he was left with only seven in his charge.

Some were fresh recruits who barely returned from their time with the humans and had yet to choose their specialty weapon. But there was no choice. He needed them all and was unwilling to leave Fiona with only the greenest soldiers.

He had left her with at least three of the most seasoned troops. It was an argument, but he was unwilling to let her win.

Galen entered his tent, sealing it behind him. He let out a tired sigh as he didn’t bother to remove his boots or jacket before laying down on his cot.

It had been a long year, an even longer few months, but the time he had been away from his family was torture.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. Unlocking it, he saw Bell’s annoyed but happy smile. She held Ren in her arms, and her hair was shoved into a messy bun. She wore a t-shirt and a pair of Galen’s workout shorts.

Galen smiled, running his thumb along the picture.

That was one of the first days they spent alone with Ren. The first couple of weeks, someone was always stopping by to check on them or staying to help out. But, really, it was just an excuse to hold and play with the newborn. Galen couldn’t blame them. He was perfect.

But on this day, Ren had struggled to sleep the night before. He was fussy and uncomfortable, just wanting to be held and bounced at all times. Bell and Galen had taken turns all night long. They were both exhausted and worn down.

Finally, in his slightly loopy and sleep-deprived mind, Galen had gotten the idea to sing to Ren. So as Bell took her turn rocking and holding him, Galen had sung.

At first, he tried the classic lullabies, Ren was not pleased with his selection, but that was when the genius of sleep deprivation came in. Bell told him to stop, to be quiet, and let her rock him. But Galen could not stop himself once the song had entered his mind.

And as he sang the words, drawing irritated and vaguely threatening expressions from his wife, his son fell asleep.

“Did you seriously just put our son to sleep by singing about liking big butts to him?� Bell asked with an annoyed smirk.

Tired but so in love, Galen couldn’t help but take the picture. That moment was one of the best moments in his memories. Seeing her worn down but beautiful. Holding their son, who was the primary cause of their shared exhaustion and their overflowing hearts.

Bell had pleaded with him to remove the picture and put a more complimentary one of her on his phone, but he refused.

This was the Bell that he cherished, the one that filled his drive and willpower when he felt himself running on empty. This picture, this moment. That is what he was working so hard to return to.

He glanced at the time; it was too late to call her. Bell had been incredibly busy as more and more wolves came looking for sanctuary in Winter. Between that and taking care of Ren, not to mention his own scheduling conflicts, the times throughout the day that he could speak to her were very limited.

With a sigh of disappointment and resignation, Galen sent her a message telling her he loved and missed them. Then he closed his eyes and set his phone on his chest, allowing the soft warmth of sleep to settle over him.

A warmth that began to spread over him with a feather-light touch. Soothing and caressing him. Easing the tension from his shoulders, his neck, and even along his jaw. Soft, delicate, warm touches, like small hands dancing along his skin.

Galen let out a soft moan.

“Trapezius...�

She whispered into his ear. Her hot breath twirled over his nerves like an electrical current through his body.

The warmth of her fingers moved to his chest.

“Pectoralis major...� she whispered heatedly.

Galen took a shaky breath, his body responding to the touch, the whisper, the memory of her.

He opened his eyes, and as he saw her smiling down at him with a cocky grin and a raised eyebrow, her hair pulled back in the same messy bun, he knew it was a dream, but he didn’t care.

Feeling the weight of her body straddling his, the warmth, the softness, his hunger for her grew. He moved his hands over her thighs to cup her ass. He felt the silky fabric of her panties against his fingers as he groped her.

“Bell...� he whispered.

“Hi, puppy,� she said with a sultry smile and bit her lower lip.

Galen sat up, only now noticing that he no longer wore a shred of clothing, while she wore only that t-shirt and the panties he had already felt.

A low growl rose in his chest as he looked into her eyes. He felt the pull of his deep love for her. Whether dreaming or not, devouring her was all he craved in this world.

He brought one of his hands up her hair, grabbing hold of the messy bun. He tugged just enough to make her gasp and expose her throat. He leaned in and rubbed his nose against it, taking in her scent, tracing his tongue along her skin to taste her.

“I’ve missed you,� she whispered.

“How much?� he whispered back.

His other hand on her ass moved so he could slip one fingertip under the edge of her panties.

He followed the fabric up and over her hip, nipping and kissing at her throat as he did so. Then, finally, he traced down toward her center. Bell let out soft gasps and moans as he kissed her. But as he approached his intended target, she put her arms around his neck and took a shaky breath.

Galen placed his hot mouth against her throat, sucking and licking her until she let out a small cry. Only then did he move his hand past the fabric and into her folds.

Bell gasped and let out a pleased cry as his finger slipped into her wetness.

“You did miss me,� he whispered, moving a second finger to trace her sensitive lips.

“So much,� she whispered back, already trying to move against his fingers. “Please, Galen, I need more than your fingers....�

Galen pulled his mouth back from her throat. He looked up at her, his literal dream girl. He wanted to bury himself inside of her as though she were truly his Bell, but somehow, knowing it was a dream, it felt empty.

He let go of her hair, and with a disappointed sigh, he pulled his hands away from her and laid back on the cot.

“What’s wrong?� she asked, looking down at him with concern.

“Nothing,� he smiled sadly. “I just really miss you.�

He felt a soft tickle in his chest.

Bell smiled, the same annoyed smile from the picture on his phone.

“Oh, yea?� she asked.

He felt another tickle in his chest.

Galen tilted his head in confusion at her questioning.

“Of course,� he replied. “All I want is to hear your voice, know about your day, and how our son is doing.�

Bell leaned forward, crossing her arms over his chest and resting her chin on them. She smiled.

“Then why haven’t you answered my call?�

Galen woke with a gasp, his phone vibrating on his chest. Quickly grabbing it, he saw her name and hurried to answer.

“Hello? Bell?�

“Hi, Puppy.�

Her reply had a grogginess that told him she had already been asleep, but there was a smile in her voice.

“Hey...� he whispered, unable to hide his relief.

“Are you okay?� she asked. “I must have woken you.�

“You did,� he replied. “But I’m glad.�

“Miss me?� she asked playfully.

“You have no idea,� Galen sighed, thinking of the dream he had just left and feeling his body's uncomfortable response to it.

Bell took a deep breath.

“I might have some idea...� she said in a way that had him wondering why she would call him after she had already been asleep.

“Oh?� he said, licking his lips. “What do you... mean by that?�

She was quiet for a moment, and then with another deep breath, she continued.

“I... might have had a dream about you...� she replied coyly.

A rush of warmth ran through his body as his throat became dry. He licked his lips again and cleared his throat.

“What kind of dream?� he asked with a huskiness that increased Bell’s heart rate.

“The kind that demanded that I hear your real voice,� she whispered quickly.

Galen swallowed and once again licked his lips. His heart thumped loudly as his body felt the small jolts of anticipation.

But he knew that though Bell had made the call, she needed some encouragement to take it where they both needed it.

“Bell,� he called to her.

“Yes?� she replied.

“You woke me from a very good dream,� he said. “One that has left me feeling... unsatisfied.�

He could feel her anticipation, her nervous excitement.

“Should I... let you go?� Bell asked.

She was hesitating, letting the nervous side of her mind retake control. He needed to guide her back, make her feel the excitement, and know it was okay.

“Don’t you want to know what I was dreaming about?� he asked.

Bell didn’t respond right away.

“Was it... about me?� she asked.

Galen growled softly into the phone, his hand already removing the belt at his waist.

“What was I doing?� she asked.

“Begging for more than my fingers,� he replied confidently.

Bell gasped.

Galen smiled, imagining the shock on her face as he moved his hand into his boxers, wrapping around his engorged member.

He let out a moan.

“Galen...� Bell whispered breathily. “Are you...?�

She didn’t finish her question. Galen moaned again as he stroked himself.

“You surprised me in my tent,� he whispered. “I was asleep and woke to you straddling me in only panties and a t-shirt. You ran your hands over my body, along my shoulders and chest. Naming the muscles as you moved.�

“Trapezius,� she whispered, a slight hitch in her voice, “pectoralis major....�

Galen smiled. Hearing her breathing increase, he knew that she had joined him.

He continued to describe what he had seen, moving further to what he had wanted to do to her. How he would have brought her to ecstasy first with his fingers, then again with his mouth.

Bell let out gentle moans as he told her his fantasy. Her soft pants rising and falling, he knew she was close. He had slowed himself down, wanting to match her.

He told her how she would have taken him inside of her, riding him as he bit down on her breast, suckled her throat, and teased her clit until she squeezed around him in her delight.

Bell’s soft pants grew into whimpers and then moans that she tried desperately to hold back. Galen increased his own movements, no longer speaking. They simply listened to each other’s excitement and pleasure building until they both cried out in a heavy wave of bliss.

They stayed on the phone as they recovered, still listening to each other’s breaths.

“I miss you so much, Galen,� Bell whispered when her heart had finally calmed enough.

“I know,� he said. “I miss you every moment.�

They were both quiet for a few long moments.

“Did I tell you that Ren still likes that stupid song?� Bell asked, breaking the silence.

Galen felt the warmth and love inside him boil over into a full and hearty laugh. He couldn’t stop even as she complained about how much she hated the tune.

Tomorrow the war would continue, but for tonight he felt as though he were lying in bed with her, and he would savor it as long as he could.