Prophesy 3: His Righteousness (The King & Alpha 3)

Adres was shaking, and he couldn’t stop it. “I am…” He swallowed roughly, unable to finish. It burned so bad!

“You are what?” Macauley asked, stroking his thumb along Adres’s pulse.

“I am… ravenous.” Adres’s elixir was leaking from his fangs, tangy and sweet on his tongue.

“I can feel it.” Macauley groaned. “I’ve never wanted anything more than I want your bite right now.”

Macauley’s dick was nudged against Adres’s abdomen. He could feel the heft of it and the heat of his hot skin through the flimsy towel and his thin cotton pants. Adres had never in his years dropped to his knees before any man, but it was taking all of his might to keep from doing it now. He wanted his cherished’s blood running down his throat and coating his corrupted insides with his goodness. He wanted his cock in his mouth… no, in his ass, while he submitted to the alpha wolf inside him. Thoughts he’d never had before. And though he wanted all of that and more for the rest of his life, he wouldn’t do anything to hurt Macauley. He’d die first. And that left him in the worst catch-22 in existence. Fate was one mischievous bitch.

“What if I—”

“You won’t.”

“But if I can’t... ”

“My wolf will stop you.”

Adres didn’t like how that sounded, and his face must have shown it.

“It won’t come to that. I promise.” Macauley pushed his energy into him, slow and sexy, as the last of Adres’s reserves crumbled like a rickety bridge. Pure, wholesome sweetness seeped over the sparse, visible pieces of his soul like syrup down a maple tree.

“Unnnh.” Adres didn’t know if he was going to come from Macauley’s power or die from hunger first.

Confidence and trust touched his mind, and then he felt it, Macauley’s presence in his head. He gasped at the wonder that was his beloved. What is… how? He couldn’t communicate with him with words, but it was as if he could read Macauley’s thoughts. Oh gods. His cherished was aroused beyond measure, excited and waiting eagerly for him to bite. His wolf was right there too. Strong and commanding.

Drink, mate.

Adres pressed his tongue against Macauley’s hot skin then opened his mouth over his jugular. Macauley released a soft sigh, their mind connection still holding strong. His fangs dropped until they were touching his bottom lip, and his elixir trickled down Macauley’s shoulder.

“Mmm.” Macauley vibrated against him.

Adres kept his arms around Macauley’s waist, their height putting him in the perfect position so that his face was nestled in the crook of his neck. Macauley inhaled a sharp breath as Adres pierced his skin, pushing his serum first so his beloved would feel nothing but exquisite pleasure as he fed. The first few drops of Macauley’s blood running down his throat made his eyes roll behind his lids. He pushed more elixir as he plunged his teeth in deeper, making Macauley groan. His alpha tilted his head back farther, driving his fingers into Adres’s hair as his scent escalated from aroused to mouthwatering delicious, his pheromones flooding him inside and out.

Adres sucked cautiously. Not only because he wanted to be safe and sure that he wasn’t taking too much, but because he also wanted to savor every drop. He paused his drinking to flick his tongue against Macauley’s clean skin, but he bit into him again as he was pushed back against the wall.

“Fuck. Don’t stop,” Macauley growled.

Adres sucked harder, his dick aiming to break free from the confines of his briefs as Macauley thrust his cock up to meet his. He couldn’t stop if he tried. Macauley’s essence tasted as pure as the fresh falling snow blanketing the mountains. His Siberian shifter blood was bolder and more filling than any ethnic group he’d tasted. And he believed he’d had most if not all. Flavors of earth, pine, and honeysuckle saturated his palate, yet as he continued to drink, it did little to assuage his hunger.

Macauley’s head was tilted towards the ceiling as he held his mate in a grasp that probably made it difficult for him to swallow, but the pleasure from Adres’s bite was seeping through his every pore. He’d connected his mind to his to give him encouragement and to show Adres just how much he needed him as well. But he never pulled out as Adres fed, and now he could almost feel his satisfaction… and his craving for more. For something else.

His mate wanted to mate.

There was no refuting what Adres was thinking when all of his shields were down and Macauley was inside him. Literally. He struggled to keep his eyes open and his focus sharp, but it felt so fucking good. The flat of Adres’s tongue laving over his skin, his soft lips sucking on his flesh, and his jaws working to force more blood to the surface was by far the most intimate, erotic act he’d ever done. Nothing his brothers told him could have prepared him for this feeling.