The Prey (LGBT+)

Chapter 11: Old Gods

Parker

"How much longer are you going to meditate for?" Mickey presses.

I am sitting beside the stream beyond the clearing. It's a fairly relaxing place for me. The only thing that is not relaxing is my mate sitting on a log a couple of feet away asking if we're there yet every six seconds. Any time I forget, he's there to remind me that he's a couple of years younger than me. The dichotomy between my two mates is pretty disturbing.

Mickey is a hot-headed and slightly immature rebel and Kohl is a hot-headed and slightly more mature hall monitor. Mickey's words, not mine. Neither of them really understands that the two are more alike than they think. They're both ridiculous on an epic scale.

I can say that Kohl is usually quiet when I meditate, unlike Mickey.

Neither of them fully understand how connected I am becoming to nature. I was never fond of nature but I feel connected on a larger scale. I'm beginning to notice things I hadn't noticed before. In addition to my durability and enhanced physicality, I've started exhibiting a stronger psychic link to my mates and others in the pack.

It's strange but I was able to psychically arouse both of my mates from nearly a mile away. I had to deal with two horny wolves afterward. Kohl's advances were easier to deal with as we have an outlet. Mickey is still hesitant for obvious reasons. Mickey expects our mating to be some grand expression, which is frustrating, and I have this intense urge to jump him in sixteen different ways. I never knew he is a romantic.

But I digress.

I take in a deep breath. The wolf is pacing behind me. I sigh as I speak to him, "You can go, you know. I'm fine."

"I'm not leaving you out here alone. It's too close to the boundaries."

"Then stop talking."

Mickey snorts, "You've got a brass set of balls."

"How would you know?" I ask. Mickey goes quiet and I realize how snarky I sound. I open my eyes and stand to face him, "I didn't mean that."

"What's that supposed to mean?" He asks.

"What do you think it means?" I ask.

"Is this about us mating yet again? God, you're like a true wolf in heat."

"The question is why aren't you? Shouldn't you want to, I don't know, fuck me in the slightest?"

"I do. I just—do you really want me to just take you right here on the ground?" Mickey asks, "Did Kohl?"

"You're asking if Kohl fucked me on the ground?" I ask, "You're asking about me and Kohl? Is that what this is about? You want to be like Kohl?"

"You think it's easy sharing my mate? It's not a secret that you like Kohl way better than me."

"That's a fact?" I ask.

"Isn't it?" He asks.

"I've known him longer. When I met him, he didn't try to kill me. We have a different relationship."

"There's that, too."

"Mickey, in some weird wolf way, we can't bond until we f—mate." I take a breath, "Kohl and I didn't fully bond until we had sex. Mate. Whatever."

"So, you think if we mate...we'll be closer?" He asks.

"I don't know. But you can't assume things." I grin at him, "Everyone around here looks at me like the Luna, including Kohl at times, but you don't. You're literally the only person who thinks of me as a person and not some leader at all times. We have a different relationship and it's something I need."