Prophesy (The King & Alpha 1)

“Ahhhh. Yes!” Wick emptied inside Justice’s mouth. His mate’s flavor exploding on his tongue, making his own cock pulse aggressively.

Justice handled Wick, turned him over and pressed him against the side of the tub. “I need to fuck you so bad I can’t think straight. We have nothing out here. Water doesn’t make good lube.”

“I’m fine. Take me.” Wick’s voice was rough.

Justice held his sex tight in his fist, pressing the thick head against Wick’s snug opening. He pushed inside, his mate’s moans compelling him on. The constriction was enough to make his eyes roll. “Fuck, you’re so tight. Every fuckin’ time.”

“Belove. I wish that bite of pain would last longer,” Wick moaned. He wasn’t complaining about how fast everything turned to bliss, but his mate seemed to relish that split second of intense feeling.

Wick braced his narrow fingers on the edge as Justice folded himself over his back, pushing inside until they were one, until he was so deep he could feel Wick’s heartbeat, feel the rhythm of his body. They copulated easily and lovingly… at first. Until the moans became too lustful, their words too obscene, until Wick’s body became his undoing. Pre-orgasmic grunts swiftly morphed their loving to something more urgent. Water splashed over the edge with each forceful stroke, while he held Wick’s hips in a controlling grip, keeping him just where he wanted him. His mark was there, just beneath his lips. A bite that changed his mate’s DNA. A bite that made any shifter or vampire know exactly who Chadwick Bentley belonged too. Justice’s wolf howled his satisfaction. When Justice came, he clamped his teeth over Wick’s shoulder, but he didn’t break the skin. Justice’s orgasm blasted through with full momentum, it was titanic, a continuous fall thorough pleasure.

The orgasm slowed him down, made him sluggish and high. His eyes shuttered as he eased out of his mate. “Love you so much.”

Wick leaned back against him, completely open and honest. “I thank the Mother for you, Beloved. I never thought I’d know love. It’s not how I was raised.”

Justice didn’t say anything. He pulled Wick comfortingly into his chest and settled down to let his mate talk about how he grew up. So many surrounding him, yet so alone. Wick was always special and unique, but no one knew. While growing up it was all about learning, training, studying and preparing to be a king. There was zero time or tolerance for anything else. They frowned on his compassion because vampires weren’t supposed to show such emotion. His mate wasn’t a Vulcan. Wick had a lot of feelings and things he was passionate about. The belief that vampires were stonehearted was a myth. They just needed their souls touched. Because when he touched Wick’s, he could feel how deep his love ran for him.

Now they were going to show their people exactly how life should be – as the Mother intended and as the prophesy revealed – harmonious and full of love.

They alternated their schedules, adjusting from night and day for another few days. Lazing around, talking, reading, learning each other’s histories. Then there was the fun of running their animals together, skinny-dipping in broad daylight, making love in the hot tub. This was starting to feel like… what did people call laying around for days at a time…? Oh, vacation. He was a King. There was no such term in his vocabulary. Wick had been up for daybreak both days. Justice didn’t complain, in fact, just the opposite. He kept trying to convince him that he didn’t need to alter his daily habits or customs to suit him. Wick appreciated his consideration, but he’d rather enjoyed operating in the daylight. His vampires had yet to see him do this, only his captain, because it was his duty to know Wick was safe, even from the sun. Soon, his entire species would know.

It was Saturday, and Wick was already awake at five in the morning, eagerly waiting on his mate to take him to the pack lands. He’d promised today would be the day. Justice had insisted he needed his time alone to bond with his mate, but they’d been bonding for a week now, Wick was ready to get on the job. The rest of his army would be there this evening. Permanently relocated. The city was about to be flooded with his court. Though the vampires coming were personally trained by and served under his second, ninety percent of them were handpicked by him, so the city had no cause for concern.

They had much work to do. He was also eager to finally meet with some influential shifters in their community and hopefully make a damn good impression and not embarrass his mate.

“Sit still,” Justice mumbled sleepily, pulling Wick closer, not sure how that was possible, and pushed his mouth against his throat. “Not ready to get up.”