Dominant Enemies… and mates

Hard Truths

{ Laurent }

I gasp and look down thinking maybe I died of a stroke in the middle of the field and now I'm hallucinating. Or I'm in heaven.

But whatever it is, nothing in life prepared me for how good it feels when someone else touches me for the first time.

And not just someone else, but specifically King. My King.

"I can't," I try to say, but his hand is still firmly on my erection and he starts to move it up and down. Fortunately I can hear how everyone has already left the locker room and now we're alone, "I can’t let him out. Before the game they made me take inhibitors."

"What? Why?!" he whines and squeezes me tighter, like he's punishing me for this. I can't help the moan that comes out of me at that moment or how my eyes roll back in pleasure. God, I have to lean against the wall behind King and force myself to look at him so I never forget this, "I asked you a question, Laurent."

"I don't know, it's to make the game fair for the other clan or whatever," I answer, not taking my eyes off him, "Why are you here, how are you even out? King is just sixteen.”

"Doesn’t matter. I’m here because seeing you out there was the sexiest thing ever. And I want you,” he answers without hesitation, making me get even harder, even though it doesn't seem possible. This is something literally right out of my fantasies, it's what I think about every night before I fall asleep, with my dïck in my hand. King looking up at me with his wicked little eyes and his white eyelashes, touching me like this. Except in my fantasies he's always naked, "I want to make you come."

"Okay," I agree, trying not to let my voice sound shaky. It won't take long. In fact I have to bite my cheek to stop myself from doing it too fast, "Let me look at you, wolf, take off your clothes."

"Okay," he says and releases me to push me by the chest, stronger than I expected. I take two steps back to give him space and then I watch for the first time as King undresses in front of me.

He rips off his soaked shirt first. God, everything about him is so small and pretty. His nïpples are not as pink as I had imagined, they are almost as pale as the rest of his body. He pulls down his shorts too and my breath catches in my throat. His c**k is actually bigger than I would expect from an omega, it’s pink at the tip and he’s hard.

I can't wait any longer, I pounce on him and do what I've wanted to do for a long, long time.

I grab Kingsley's face in my hands and bend down so I can bring our lips together. As soon as I feel him for the first time, I let out a deep, long moan of pure pleasure. I know if my wolf were more awake he would be howling right now because King's soft, full lips are the most delicious thing I've ever tasted.

I lower my hands to his delicious äss while I continue to consume his lips, moaning and growling from my chest, unable to pretend this isn't the best thing that has ever happened to me. I'm so hard I'm starting to drip already, but I don't even pay attention to my erection, I'm too busy massaging my King's äss, slowly daring to open him up and....

"Let him go, right now,” someone growls from behind me, making me let go of my boy's lips to turn to whoever this person is ready to fücking kill them for interrupting us... except it's my father, so I gasp and roll to put my back to Kingsley and cover him while my father looks at me with narrowed eyes full of pure anger like I've never seen in him before, "Laurent, let him go."

"Who the fück is this?" Kinsgley asks from behind me, peeking out to find out. When my father looks at King’s eyes he immediately knows it's his wolf right now. It's very easy to identify on Kingsley because his dilated eyes stand out on his pale face, "Get out of here, Alpha! We're busy."

"Kingsley, your mothers and your friends are looking for you," my father growls, trying to contain the anger that is so evident on his face. It's so weird, he usually never gets angry at all, "Laurent, get away from this kid right now. Do you have any idea what you might cause?"

"Dad, I-I will... just... turn around," I mumble, my voice shaky. I have no idea what he means, "Kingsley is naked."

"No!" Kingsley’s wolf whines behind me, "Who cares what that Alpha says? Why would you listen to him? Send him packing and come back to me right now!"

It's always the same with him. Even his wolf is the same.

We're together, I get lost in his eyes or lately in his body and for a few minutes I forget what he’s like, until he does something like this and reminds me all over again. I roll my eyes as my father shakes his head and steps out of the showers.

"Laurent!" Kingsley’s wolf groans as I move away from him, grabbing my arm and trying to forcefully pull me back, "Stop ignoring me!"

"Stop!" I order, walking over to grab my towel and stretch it out for him, "It's my father. Didn't you hear? Everyone's looking for you. Bring Kingsley back."

"You always disappoint me, Laurent," he blurts out with narrowed eyes and my stomach sinks at his words, but then his eyes return to normal, letting me see the purple of King's pupils. And in that same second... "What the fück is going on?! Help! Help! I’m being r..."

"Shut the fück up, Kingsley!" I growl, "You got here all by yourself."

"Both of you, get out of there right now," my father says from the locker room. King's eyes widen in horror and he finally takes the towel from my hands, "Kinglsey, they're looking for you outside. Please get dressed and get out of here."

"My clothes are all wet," he complains, looking down and growling, "M-Mister Daniel? Can you help me? Get me some clothes?"

My father lets out an annoyed sigh as I walk out of here straight to my locker to put on underwear without bothering to dry off. My dad is looking for something in the things my teammates left out, but I don't want to see King wearing someone else's clothes.

"It’s fine, I'll give him these," I say, grabbing my clean clothes to take them over to the guy in the shower, dodging my dad's eyes because his angry vibes are getting on my nerves, "Put these on, dumbass."

"I'm not the one who pushed me into the fücking shower, you brainless ässhole!" he growls, but we both fall silent as my father growls in warning, "God, how embarrassing."

I go back to the locker room and steal someone else's clothes to wear. Kingsley comes out of the showers looking like a wet and angry rabbit, drowning in my clothes and trying to wipe me out with his eyes.

"This wasn't my fault, Mr. Daniel, I swear," Kinglsey says to my father as he walks past him, looking at him with falsely innocent eyes. My father just shakes his head, watching as he walks out and then his heavy gaze falls on me.

"Dad... this really it's not my fault. He's lying as usual," I try to defend myself, "Ask the guys. His wolf came and I..."

"I know what happened. Everyone knows what happened. In a matter of seconds the whole clan knew, your teammates are out there telling everyone, half of them still naked because of you," he starts. His shoulders are tense with pent up energy, "I don't even want to walk out of here and face your dad. I can’t even believe you would be so dumb. Your relationship with Kingsley is dangerous because that boy is... a wild card, he’s always been. And he hates you. The first thing he did as soon as he came back to his own mind was to blame you, don't you realize? If you get involved with him sexually it's only a matter of time before he blames you for something worse and then there's no way to save you. Not me, not Alessandro, not even your grandfather."

"But all the guys saw what happened and they know that..."

"Don't be so naive, Laurent. No one cares about that. With your history and the things you've done to him in broad fücking daylight, no one, absolutely no one, is going to be on your side if that kid says you did something to him," he growls and covers his face to carve it, "I really didn't think you'd ever do something so stupid. There are a million other people at your school, why do you have to mess with him? Weren’t you supposed to hate him?”

"I don't know," I mutter, swallowing. My dad shakes his head again, "Can we leave now?"

My father gives me one last annoyed look but takes a breath and walks out of the locker room. I grab my backpack and follow him, allowing the rest of my teammates to finally get back to shower and get dressed. As soon as we leave the school and have to walk to the field, I can see everyone whispering and looking at me, especially the school kids, but also other people from the clan.

Especially since Kingsley is standing next to his mothers and some girls, being scolded, wearing my clothes and with wet hair.

There is no way to deny what happened.

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For the rest of the week the rumors are fücking annoying and getting crazier and crazier. People not only say we're having sëx, but some of them actually think I did something wrong, that I forced him into something he didn't want. No one says it explicitly, but the way they look at me with disappointment makes it clear. The only good thing is that Kinglsey has done nothing to further those rumors, surprisingly.

My father is still on edge, he hasn't stopped telling me that I can't get involved with him ever again. And I assure him that of course it won't happen again, but he doesn't believe me. Nobody believes me. I don't even believe myself.

Because if Kinglsey ever does that again? I'm not going to stop him and I know that for a fact.

But I'm not going to do anything to make it happen again. I completely ignore King at school and for that whole week and I manage to keep my wolf calm because I've been drawing King again, with better definition because now I know what he looks like. God, I haven't been able to get him out of my head for one second of the day.

I've never touched someone or kissed someone before. And I hope Kingsley hasn't either.

Without even realizing it, my hand starts to move back down to my pants for the third time in just these two hours I've been lying here trying to sleep, but I stop myself because m**********g feels wrong.

It's annoying.

'Go get him,' my wolf says, but I squeeze my eyes shut and shake my head. But no. I can't do that anymore. It's one in the morning, I can't, 'GO GET HIM OR I WILL!'

God, how annoying he is. But he wasn't playing.

{ Kingsley }

It's been a long time since this has happened, but I wake up in the middle of the night to a tapping on my window. I gasp in fright, but immediately know who it is.

"Oh, god," I mutter, glancing at the window nervously. I have no idea what to do, but my body apparently does.

I get out of bed and walk to the window to open it. As soon as I do, Alpha pushes my window open and walks into my room.

I don't even have time to ask him what he's doing here because he grabs me and lifts me in his arms like I weigh nothing.

“Alpha, what are you doing here? This isn't something that can happen anymore."

"I don't care," he growls and drops me on my bed, looking down at me. He smells like want, "I can't stop thinking about you, boy. I can't get you out of my head."

"Alpha, stop," I say, putting my hands on his chest as he stands over me, "Please, just..."

"No, King, I can't stop," he lets out and finishes settling his body over mine. God, how many times have I wished this would happen? And when my alpha lowers his head to my neck to kiss me there, I can't help but give in and let my head fall back, "I want to have you, please. I want to make you mine, I don't want anyone else to ever touch you. I'm the only one who has touched you, right?"

"You are, Alpha, of course," I reply, making him grunt with satisfaction and then I feel his erection against mine. Just as big as that day in the showers when I became the school slüt. Or the victim, depending on who you ask, "But I'm not ready yet."

"Why not?" he asks, still sucking on my neck and starting to rock his hips against me. Laurent's weight on me feels almost suffocating, but I like it. It feels right, "I'm your Alpha, aren't I?"

"Yes, but..." I hesitate, swallowing because his presence and scent don't let me think straight. They cloud my mind, "Alpha, stop. We said we weren't going to be anything anymore. Let's just... let this go. We're not good when we..."

"Shut your mouth, love," he moans, but he does that for himself. He takes my lips, making my whole world and my whining stop. I never thought kissing someone would feel so, so good. I never thought my biggest enemy, the guy who's hurt me the most would taste so fücking delicious, "There's no way, no way you and I won’t be together. Look at me."

I don't want to. His face represents what I hate most in the world... and what I love most, too.

"Baby, look at me."

"I can't, I don't want to," I reply closing my eyes, in a half-whisper, "I can't just ignore everything anymore. I can't separate what Laurie does from you. I don't even want to look at you."

"No. Don't say that, please... please, baby. He has nothing to do with me, you know that. Just let me prove to you how much I love you," he whispers, his face lowering to kiss my neck again, "As soon as you present, I'm going to mark your neck and then there won't be any doubt left in your mind. There will be no way either you or Laurent can deny what I know. We are destined to be together forever. You are my..."

"Shut up," I command immediately, my eyes widening as I feel my stomach drop. Alpha frowns, but he heeds me, "That can't be true. I love you, Alpha, but your human is a piece of shït and I'd rather be destined to a cockroach than to a man who just called me a fat ugly whöre just a few days ago, do you understand that? Get out of my room before I get any angrier."

"Kingsley, I don't..." he tries to say something, starting to get flustered.

"No. I want you to leave," I insist, pushing him more, until he finally understands and moves away from me, getting up from the bed, "Leave and don't come back to my house uninvited. You're not my fated mate, I'm only sixteen, I haven't even presented yet. We're just too attached because we've been... together all our lives. But not anymore, okay? This stops now. For real this time."

Alpha doesn't look happy at all. His hands are clenched and he's looking at me with annoyance.

"I'm going to leave, but make no mistake. I don't need your presentation to know you're mine," he presses, making me angry again, "I'm going to come back as many times as I want. It’s my right to see you and I don't care what you say."

"Fine, keep doing it and I'll send you to prison!" I threaten, making him turn to look at me with narrowed eyes, even though we both know I'm lying, "Go away!"