Gladly. Adres had to almost pry kids off him as he walked away. And do not get snappy with me. I told you not to leave me with them.
Aleksei covered his laugh with a cough. “Night, Mac.”
“Hey, Alek.”
“Yeah?” His brother turned around.
“You think you can have Wrath heat up that cove before you go home?” Macauley glanced at Adres, then added, “Make it really hot.”
Aleksei nodded once, a sly smile tilting his lips, “I got you.”
Adres flashed through the waterfall after Macauley, then shook out his robe. “My gods,” he whispered.
Adres wasn’t sure what he was going to find when he dove through the rushing water, but he wasn’t expecting a hidden oasis. The hollowed cove was embedded with shimmering minerals, crystals, and gemstones that caught the minimal light seeping inside. The cave went several feet into the mountain, and nature had somehow created a shallow basin of crystal-clear water—resembling a hot tub—that was probably twenty degrees below zero. It was a gorgeous place, romantic even. But Adres was not about to freeze his balls off.
He’d been taking in the beautiful cavern and hadn’t noticed that Macauley had removed his clothes and was sinking into the water. “Ahhh. That is perfect.”
His cherished didn’t appear to be cold. Adres knelt against the smooth rocks and dipped his fingertips in the hot water.
“So how did you manage this?” Adres asked as he unfastened the two clasps of his shawl collar.
“It is within my power.” Macauley’s deep voice in his dark den of desire made Adres undress a little faster. “I have a lot of magical places hidden in these mountains that I want to show you, Adres. I know you have a beautiful estate in Romania, a home that you and Razboi probably miss greatly. But I can build you any kind of mansion you want… anything you need so that you never have to leave.”
“I am not going anywhere, young wolf. I am home.” Adres removed his hood.
“Slower,” Macauley growled, reclining in the water, his thick biceps bulging as he braced himself on the edge. “Your clothes are sexy as fuck. I wanna watch you take ’em off slowly.”
“You have seen me undress many times,” he argued, yet he eased his overcoat down his arms.
His eyes never left Macauley’s when he stepped out of his pants. He was no longer self-conscious about how hard his dick got just thinking about what his beloved was going to do to him. His hole pulsed, and he wanted it full and leaking his alpha’s come, while he drank his blood until he was sated and intoxicated.
“Fuck. C’mere.”
The intensity in Macauley’s eyes and the roughness in his voice let Adres know that his animal was close to the surface and wanting to claim him again. He climbed down into the steaming water and straight into Macauley’s arms. He wasn’t embarrassed by his loud moans as he straddled his legs around him and settled onto his lap. The water was amazing, the heat stimulating.
Macauley groaned against his jaw, his dick nestled between his ass. “You are so fuckin’ sexy.”
Adres tried not to let Macauley’s compliments go to his head, however he’d never received any before and he knew his cherished meant every word.
Thank you, beloved.
Macauley squeezed his arms around his back, one hand moving down his spine until he was touching his hole. Adres clenched his thighs around Macauley’s waist, encouraging him to use more than just his fingers. But it didn’t stop him from grinding down on them.
“I’ll give you my bite when you give me your cock,” Adres whispered in Romanian against the shell of Macauley’s ear.
“Holy fuck. I understood that.” He gripped Adres’s ass hard and spread him open.
Adres didn’t have enough time to comprehend what that meant before Macauley pressed inside him, filling him with one strong thrust. Adres cried out, the sounds of his pleasure being licked away and stolen by Macauley’s persistent mouth. And his alpha always knew the perfect place to touch him as he fucked him with deep, shallow strokes.
Now give me what I want, Macauley panted, drawing Adres’s mouth to his throat. Bite.
Adres bit into supple skin as Macauley rocked into him, pushing his energy into his core. Adres made a sound like he was dying a great death as he swallowed his first mouthful of Macauley’s blood. And it felt just as that… like his first time. So pure and good. He wanted to hold off his orgasm at least until Macauley was ready to bite, but that was one battle he would lose gladly. He was splayed open and receiving his cherished in every conceivable way as he shot his seed between their stomachs. He drank until his dick was spent and his body was boneless and floating.
Adres’s head fell to the side, his mind feeling a peace that made him want to fall into a deep slumber and dream within it.