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I knew I should refuse him. It was a stupid ask, and he was acting like a child. But for some reason, I couldn’t bring myself to do it.

“Yeah. I guess.”

Heimdall shifted again, his body completely invisible in the darkness. I felt his leg pull away from mine, quickly replaced by a thick hand on my ankle. Slowly his hand worked its way up my leg, then my thigh as he crawled his way toward me. My breath hitched in my throat, and I screwed my eyes shut, trying to think of anything else but his wandering fingers. However, I couldn’t help the small gasp that escaped my lips when his hand suddenly came to rest on my rock-hard cock.

“Th-That must be your phone,” Heimdall laughed nervously.

I wasn’t sure if he was trying to convince me or himself. He’d seen my phone. He knew it was a flat rectangle. My cock, last time I checked, wasnotshaped like that. But I didn’t say anything as he came to rest beside me, his back against the wall and his shoulder pressed to mine.

“Thanks,” he said at last.

“Uh-huh.”

For the next fifteen minutes we sat there in absolute silence. I was keenly aware of Heimdall’s body pressed against mine all along my right side. The buzzing sensation intensified and now that he was so close, his scent all but overwhelmed me. And that meant, of course, that my dick remained stiff andthrobbing the entire time. In fact, I was certain that if I were to turn on my flashlight and point it down, I would find a wet spot in my jeans from the amount of pre-cum I was leaking. The excitement caused by him merely touching me was incredible.

And also terrifying.

After those fifteen minutes, there was no doubt in my mind that I was desperately attracted to Heimdall. It shook me down to my very core. I, a straight man, was attracted to this male werewolf beside me. Not only that, he and his father wanted me dead. And if that wasn’t enough, there was a single word that kept floating through my mind when I thought of him, terrifying me more than anything else had in my entire life.

Mate.

Chapter Eight: Heimdall

Well, grabbing a fistful of dick while I was trying to sit next to Loki was not how I'd intended things to go. For a moment I wondered why he was hard to begin with. But then as I found my place beside him, I quickly realized that I was also hard. And that seemed like a more pressing concern.

Why did this man excite me? I couldn't figure it out. However, the more I sat next to him, my body touching his, the more I realized I liked being close to him. Not to mention his scent was nearly overwhelming. He smelled like fresh rain soaking into the forest floor. It was earthy and pleasant, but comfortable. It reminded me of all those long walks I'd taken through the woods by myself, nothing to keep me company but trees and my own thoughts. I cherished those times. They were some of the few where I felt like myself and not a pawn in my father's game.

I wanted to help my father. That much was true. But sometimes, I just needed to get away and think about something other than taking care of the pack. I would've done anythingfor my father without question. However, there were moments when I caught myself wishing that I could have my own life and make my own decisions. And that's what Loki's scent reminded me of. Needless to say, it was addicting.

But that didn't quite explain why I had a raging boner. The way my skin felt when it touched him and the way his scent seemed to envelop me did something that was all together new. Sure, I'd been attracted to people before. I knew what being turned on felt like. But usually there was a reason, one I could pick out easily. But with Loki, I wasn't sure what was causing it. Up until that moment I'd never been attracted to a man before, so I wasn't really sure what to blame it on. Was it the fact that he was smaller than me? Or maybe it was how muscular he was? I had never been attracted to such a thing before but that didn't mean I couldn't be now. People could change right?

The entire left side of my body was buzzing where it pressed against him, like I was touching a live fence wire but more pleasant. I felt the urge to reach out and touch him. To wrap my fingers around the back of his neck and pull him close to me. I think I even wanted tokisshim… and that was completely new for me.

How would he respond to such a thing? And why was I even considering it in the first place? If my father ever found out, I'd be kicked out of the pack forever. But I couldn't help this feeling like I was missing something by denying myself this urge. The idea of letting this moment pass me by and never taking that chance made my stomach twist into a tight knot. Why did I want this so badly? Had I changed so much? Or had I just hit my head so hard that it changed my sexuality?

All those questions were racing through my mind but there was one thing that was louder than all the rest. It was a single word repeated over and over again.

Mate.

I wasn't sure if that scared me more or less. It offered an explanation to my feelings, strangers they were. But it also posed a new problem. My father and my pack would never accept Loki as my mate. And Loki wanted to kill my father more than anything else. He wanted to kill him so badly that he had abandoned his own pack and family completely in order to pursue his vengeance. Nothing was going to stop him. And I'd been ordered to take him out.

Suddenly I was faced with a new question. Would I choose my family? Or would I choose this man that I didn't know and had nothing in common with, but was possibly my fated mate? Should I give up an entire lifetime of building towards some great future that my father had envisioned? Or give it all up to take a chance that may turn out to be nothing?

The thought occurred to me that maybe the cave was the answer. Down here no one could see us or what we did. We were safe here, or at least I was, to explore this new feeling of mine. And no matter how much I tried to talk myself out of it, I knew that Iwantedto explore it. Even if it terrified me.

Would Loki allow it?

Wait, wait, wait! I shook my head vigorously, driving the thoughts from my head. What the hell was I thinking? I wasn’t going to doshitwith Loki. He was the enemy. He wanted to kill my father, the man that had raised me and the Alpha of my pack. It was my duty to protect him and the moment we were free of this cave, that’s exactly what I’d do.

Besides, Loki’s brother Baldr had magic. Who was to say that Loki didn’t have his own? He was probably making me feel all these weird, unexplainable things. That was the only possible explanation. I didn’t fall down a hole and turn gay. Loki was casting some sort of spell on me. He had to be. Up until last night, I’d never questioned my father or my life. But now that’s all I could do. He probably made my father forget about me tooand walk away. Or maybe he cast an illusion over us to make us look dead so my father would move on. Then he tricked me into going into this cave because he wanted to get me out of the way.

I shifted to the side, pulling myself away from Loki so that we were no longer touching. I wasn’t sure how he was casting his magic over me, but I wouldn’t fall for it any longer. Whatever he might suggest from now on, I wasn’t going to go for it. He was trying to lead me astray, I just knew it. Nothing Loki said could be trusted.

Mate? Fuck that.

“We should move on,” I finally said, my voice gruff. “I don’t want to be stuck down here forever.”

Loki sighed but started to move. “Alright.”

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