She shifted in the blink of an eye and shoved her knee into the messenger’s back and choked him from behind, cutting off his screams. “You keep your head bowed in submission,” she growled in a lethal tone that reminded Wolf of their mother. Wrath felt Alek and Wolf’s pride and love for their sister wash over him. Then he felt it, too—another strange emotion.
“Yes ma’am… just, don’t kill me,” the vampire said, with his mouth buried in sticks and dirt.
Farica got off him when Mac inched forward and took over, putting his snarling muzzle close to the vampire’s throat, warning him not to budge. Farica went to stand behind Wrath, her job complete. He didn’t miss how swiftly the Lord Protector removed his black suit coat and draped it over Farica’s shoulders, covering her naked body.
Wrath was done with this. He dropped his head until his nose was pressed against the side of the vampire messenger’s filthy cheek, burning the skin there. The vampire screamed but was unable to move with Mac’s large wolf on his back. Wrath breathed out, letting his heatwaves singe the vampire’s body, but not enough to kill him. The man’s cries for help were loud, but there was no one left to help him. No one would come.
Wrath turned on his rage, sending it straight into the vampire, letting his energy scorch his mind. “You tell Alessandro the Conqueror that his destroyer awaits.”
The vampire begged Wrath to stop speaking, to release his fire as his body convulsed from the excruciating agony.
“NO MORE MESSENGERS WHILE HE HIDES IN THE SHADOWS!” Wrath raged on. “You tell him I said to come to me BOLDLY, for I won’t receive him any other way.”
“Yes! Yessss,” the man whimpered.
Bell’s teeth chattered so hard he feared he was in jeopardy of chipping a fang. He couldn’t believe he’d been left up in a tree like this. While he may not have been strong enough to fight beside Wolf yet, he still could’ve stood with his army. All he could do was listen to the feud go on without him. It was interesting that he knew his beloved was down there under attack, yet he wasn’t the least bit worried.
He heard the leaves rustling and branches snapping before Wrath’s fiery eyes came into view. No longer in his wolf form, the asshole had the audacity to have a smug grin as he crawled close to where Bell lay shivering.
“Hey little bird.” Wrath chuckled.
Bell gave Wrath his most intimidating scowl, trying to appear scary, but he couldn’t tear his gaze away from the glistening muscles all over Wrath’s long body. Bell held in his moan, clamping down on his bottom lip when his cock hardened beneath the heavy cover. Damnit. He was angry and he wanted to stay that way.
“Why do you look at me like this?” Wrath rumbled, sliding up behind Bell and wrapping him in his arms.
He didn’t know why he was gazing on the demigod with such passion, maybe because Wrath was in Alek’s body. He had no idea. But whatever the reasons, he was helpless to stop them. Bell whispered, “What are you doing?”
“You’re cold, fragile mate… let me warm you.” Wrath’s voice was silky smooth and darker than the darkest night. Too damn hypnotic for Bell to fuss about the fragile mate comment.
He gave a full-on shudder and Bell wasn’t sure if it was from the heat that’d suddenly encompassed his back, then spread through the rest of his body, or if it was the way Wrath’s hot voice licked over his cool cheek. It was as if someone had turned his cold blanket into an electric one.
“Better?” Wrath asked, his lips just behind Bell’s ear.
Gods, so warm.
“Alek will be livid if I let you freeze.”
Yes, he felt much better, and he had stopped shaking, but he wasn’t ready to move either. “A-almost.”
Somehow, Wrath pulled him even closer. He felt him gingerly touch his hair then tuck a long lock of it behind his ear. Wrath rose on his elbow so that he was looking down on Bell. The intensity of those electrifying eyes burned into his cheek, and with the most delicate of touches, Wrath lifted Bell’s brilliant streak of white hair and slowly let the soft strands filter through his fingers, before repeating it over and over again. With his eyes transfixed there, he asked, “Which one of them kissed you, Belleron?”
Bell didn’t understand the question Wrath was asking. “What?”
“The gods. There are so many of them that could’ve done this to you—Hindu, Greek or maybe one of the selfless Mayan gods. They love to spread their beauty around.” Wrath’s voice had turned husky, “Your pretty, white hair, Belleron. How did you get it? Was it from Selene, the silvery moon goddess?”
Bell maneuvered until he was lying on his back. Wrath didn’t budge, keeping his warm thigh resting very close to his sensitive balls. Bell swallowed roughly, not knowing what Wrath was talking about, but didn’t interrupt him for fear he’d stop touching him. Wrath continued to ramble, getting lost in Bell’s tresses while he thought of the different gods and goddesses.