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

He smiled as he watched Adres fight off the pups and run into Justice’s home. By the time Macauley got to why his mate smelled so sweet, he was breathing hard, as if he’d been a part of an action flick. Adres was aware of his Titan abilities now and how to harness them.

“You rescued my brother’s mate,” Macauley stressed as he pulled out of Adres, instantly regretting the loss of the warmth and golden shine that was Adres’s core. And he’d only touched the surface. He couldn’t imagine going deeper.

“The fairy omega was able to release the remains of the curse. I thought it would take years of meditation to get all of my memories back.”

Now there was nothing blocking them.

Macauley removed Adres’s hood and cupped his coarse jaw. “I hope you know what you’ve done by coming here… smelling like this.” He emphasized what he meant by grinding his hard cock against Adres’s hip.

“I do.” Adres’s fangs were longer than usual, his dick as solid as his. And leaking.

Macauley inhaled, taking in every fragrance he could on top of the potent smell of sex that was leaking down Adres’s inner thigh. He wanted to shove his hand inside his pants and take a taste, but his mate had other ideas. Macauley’s mouth went dry as Adres gracefully sank to his knees before him and took his cock in his hand.

“I have wanted to do this for a while,” Adres whispered before he licked the vast amount of pre-come that was dripping from Macauley’s slit.

Macauley had the urge to throw his head back and cry out to the heavens, but he had to witness this. It did something to him—and to his beast—to see such a powerful man ready to submit to him.

Adres sucked on the head first, tasting with tentative flicks of his tongue until he seemed to get more comfortable. Macauley had one hand on the back of Adres’s head, and the other he used to brace himself against the tree for support, because he was sure his knees were going to give. Ecstasy grasped him, and there was no escape.

“Ahhh, fuck,” he groaned as Adres went deeper, his teeth grazing the underside of his shaft. Macauley’s thighs begin to shake when he saw Adres’s other hand was inside his pants, moving up and down, pleasuring himself at the same time that he tortured him with his mouth.

Macauley was embarrassed that he was already close, and his canines were burning with an intensity he didn’t think possible. Now, everything his brothers had said to him about being with his true mate made more sense. Everything was amplified to the tenth power. He was close to pumping his hips and thrusting his cock as far down Adres’s throat as he could, but he was just able to control himself. That hot mouth was an erotic contrast to the cool lips bathing his shaft.

Macauley ran his hands through Adres’s salt-and-pepper, wavy hair, his fingertips ghosting over the puckered scar behind his ear as he felt his mouth stretch around him. His balls were already tight and threatening to release. “Damnit.”

Macauley gripped Adres beneath his underarms and pulled him up until his legs straddled his waist. Adres’s head fell to the side, baring his throat as Macauley sucked dark purple marks along his pale skin where his bite would be. His sucking turned to bites that soon morphed to growls as he made his way inside his tent and lowered his mate onto a mound of fur blankets. He was on his knees with his cock in his hand as Adres writhed against the plush covers.

“If you don’t want me to shred those nice clothes you have on, I suggest you remove them quickly,” Macauley warned.

Adres licked his lips, his dark eyes on Macauley’s throat.

“Are you hungry for me, Adres?”

Adres’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he nodded, his gaze falling to Macauley’s cock. He wasn’t sure what his mate was more ravenous for—his bite, his blood, or his dick. It didn’t matter because he was going to give Adres ample amounts of all of it.

Adres shed his clothes in record speed, tossing them to the other side of the tent. Macauley wanted to take the time to admire all that pale skin, but he was going to have to reserve that for maybe round three or four.

“I plan on claiming your body multiple times tonight,” he promised. Adres’s scent of plums and warm nights got stronger and permeated the enclosed space. “I just wanted you to know that.”

Adres spread his thighs, his long fingers wrapped around his shaft, squeezing but not stroking, as if he couldn’t take the added stimulation. “Alpha.”

Fuck! How could a title he’d been called his whole life sound as if he’d just heard it for the first time? Macauley’s wolf howled with victory. He wanted this man as he never had, with alarming desperation. He dipped his head and took a long taste of his mate from beneath his tight sac to the head of his cock.