Prophesy 2: The Bringer of Wrath (The King & Alpha 2)

“You got my blood pumping in so many different ways, Bell,” Alek moaned, pushing his thick erection against Bell’s pelvis, his hot body trembling faintly with his struggle to restrain himself. “Feels like you’re ready to eat.”

Bell’s mouth was busy, languidly licking Alek’s clean skin along his collarbone, then up to the stubble on his throat. He carefully spread his legs and straddled Alek’s muscular thigh, thinking it made a good seat. His balls throbbed and his dick was halfway there. He started to ride Alek’s leg, his hips winding in the deep water.

“Fuuuck. You better stop that,” Alek warned, pressing his forehead to the side of Bell’s head while he kept working at his throat. Alek gripped his hips and held him still.

Bell opened his mouth wider, letting his fangs drop right into the pulsing vein in Alek’s throat, noticing he didn’t grunt with discomfort this time. That was a great sign. It meant his elixir was replenishing. Bell began to pull on the satisfying nectar, his body warming inside and out. “Mmmmmmm.” Bell groaned loudly and inched his hips closer until his cock was mashed against Alek’s groin. He tasted a new flavor this time—a bold, spicy zest that exploded on his tongue like a firecracker.

“Oh gods,” Alek groaned, squeezing him when Bell sucked harder. “Ahh, yes.”

Alek tasted so damn good he didn’t want to come up for breath. The same concept as eating more and more, not because of still being hungry, but because it tasted fucking delicious. When Bell felt he couldn’t consume another drop or his stomach would burst, he eased his fangs out. This time when he released his cherished’s throat and ran his tongue over the open wound, it closed. Bell panted to slow his rapid breathing. Alek held him while he rested his head on his shoulder, feeling drunk from his blood. Never had he felt such an amazing rush and never had he felt such appetizing strength coursing through him. He shook and his cock hardened even more, as he suddenly had an overwhelming urge for Alek to bite him, hard… claim him. Bell keened at the strange but welcome emotion. He scrambled in Alek’s hold, pushing and tugging until he was able to spin in his arms. Bell leaned his back into that burning chest and pushed his ass onto Alek’s dick, writhing until it was nestled deep between his cheeks. He placed his hands on the rocks in front of him as if bracing himself to take his alpha and tilted his head… baring his throat. “Mate,” he begged.

“Grrrrrrrrrrr. What are you doing?” Alek growled almost painfully, leaning over Bell’s back, pumping his strong hips against him. He moved Bell’s hair over his shoulder and gripped him around his waist. “You are really testing my willpower, Belleron. I’m trying to be patient while you heal.”

“I’m r-ready.” Bell gasped when Alek’s dick nudged his heavy balls. The freezing air licked at his hard nipples before he submerged them back into the steaming water. The sound of Alek’s sexy voice, coupled with the erotic sounds of the night took his arousal to another level.

“Oh no you are not,” Alek stressed each word. “Because when I take you Belleron, when I claim you, I’m going to do it hard enough, long enough and deep enough so that you understand you are to never leave me again and travel to the other side of the world. I’m going to bury myself inside you and love you so hard until it’s not possible for you to leave me.”

Bell scratched along the unyielding surface. He ached all over… but for a different reason. Alek pressed his nose to his neck, hard enough to nudge him over. Bell bristled at Alek’s strength, clutching on for purchase again. Holding him so good from behind, Alek cupped him under his chin and tilted his head back farther. Bell went willingly, stretching as far as he could. “You don’t know what your submission does to me.”

Bell knew, all right. He could feel it all over, especially between his legs. He wasn’t fully erect—the exertion taking a lot out of him—but his loins were on fire. As he continued to nestle the best he could into Alek’s body, he struggled to catch his breath, his vision fuzzy. Bell’s hands slipped off the rocks, but Alek was right there to catch him, wrapping him in his strong arms and floating them back to the surface. Bell was starting to get dizzy, but he didn’t want to leave their little oasis. It was wonderful, and for five minutes Bell could almost make believe they were home, safe and sound, and swimming at the large waterfall near Alek’s cabin, on a secret rendezvous. “That’s enough of you driving me crazy for one night. It’s time you get some rest, baby.” Alek held him close, that built-in heater inside him already kicking into gear as he got them out of the water.