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

He didn’t pierce his skin, but he clamped his teeth into his flesh hard enough to make Adres wish he did. His legs fell to the bed, and his arms lay limp at his side as Macauley bit down harder, his groan morphing into a possessive growl.

Had he just submitted?

Adres lay there motionless with his cheek flush against the pillow, his pulse pounding and his thighs spread wider than an eagle’s wings, he knew without a doubt that he had.

Then why did he not claim me?

Macauley sucked the healing bruise on Adres’s neck before he buried his face in his throat. “I won’t claim you until you fully give yourself to me.”

I did. Adres had given all he’d been able to. The parts that weren’t locked away by evil. He supposed he’d been right all along and what was left of his soul hadn’t been enough for his beloved.

“What you did was natural, Adres.” Macauley rolled them onto their sides and folded his strong body around him, manipulating Adres’s weak arms and legs until he was in the position he wanted him in.

“I should shower, or—”

“No,” Macauley barked, tucking Adres under his throat. “You smell wonderful.”

Adres wasn’t going to argue. He laid his cheek against Macauley’s hot skin and listened to the steady pounding of his heartbeat.

Macauley yawned loudly. “It’s almost morning. Sleep. When we wake up, I’ll tell you about my brother’s trip to the Monstrous Reef. He’s sure he can find us the answer we need to lift the curse.”

My gods. The Monstrous Reef. Macauley had sent his youngest brother to the dangerous reefs and beyond, to enter the fairy lands, all to save him. Will they really help me again?

Adres didn’t have time to fret over it as he was too satisfied and relaxed to fight the warmth and the pull of slumber.

Macauley awoke with a one-hundred-and-seventy-pound weight on his chest. Adres must have climbed on top of him while they’d slept and tucked his face into his throat, his slow, even breaths tickling his beard. Macauley pulled the covers over them and wrapped his arms around Adres’s cool body and squeezed him close, wondering what time Adres typically woke.

The sun was almost setting so he didn’t want to jolt Adres or startle him awake. He’d heard that could be dangerous if a vampire was in a deep sleep. Instead he lay there quietly and thought about their sexing last night. How gorgeous Adres had been when he’d let go of his inhibitions and allowed Macauley to pleasure him. At first Adres’s body had been cool beneath his touch, but his skin had warmed quickly when he’d smothered him with his weight. The many wounds littering his pale skin were a map of mysteries and stories that Macauley couldn’t wait to explore.

And then… Adres’s had been so intoxicated with pleasure that he’d followed his instincts and submitted.

It’d been great, mind-blowing even, but it hadn’t been perfect like it could’ve been. Macauley’s canines ached beneath his gums, but they did not descend because he couldn’t feel enough of Adres’s soul. Every part of Macauley wanted to claim his mate, but Adres had been right all along. They’d made an incredible connection so far, but he was going to need more. If he had sank his dick in Adres and came inside him but was unable to complete the mating bite, it would’ve driven his wolf insane.

And just as Adres stated… Macauley would inevitably have a mental breakdown.

“We’ll figure this out, handsome.” he sighed, kissing the top of Adres’s head. “Because there’s no way in hell I’m letting you go.”

Adres hummed as if he was having a good dream and shifted his body to the right, brushing his thigh against Macauley’s cock, which had been hard since he’d cracked his eyelids open. “About time you wake up.” Macauley inhaled. His mate still smelled like their sex, and he wasn’t sure which fragrance he liked on Adres more. His seed or the sweet smell of plums and nighttime.

Adres canted his hips forward and dragged his length along Macauley’s stomach. His soft moans got louder when Macauley gripped them both in his hand and stroked their shafts as Adres began to slowly wake.

“Hey.” Macauley tried to nudge Adres from the crevice of his throat. “Do you like your breakfast early? Hmm…”

Adres didn’t answer.

Macauley was already getting close, his orgasm teetering near the surface when an overwhelming wave of euphoria crashed over him as Adres sunk his fangs into his neck. “Oh fuck.” Macauley gasped, his cock jerking and shooting in his fist with each intense pull of his blood Adres took. It was even better than last night. “Oh my fucking gods.”

Had their bond grown stronger?

Adres rutted in an erratic rhythm, his fangs buried deep and his cold fingers clasped around Macauley’s throat.