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

“I don’t know how many times I can reassure you that I don’t need the luxuries of a castle. I just need a place where you are.” Bell walked right up to him and sealed his body to his. “Where all of you are.” Then he kissed him passionately, his tongue diving and plunging as if he was searching for new flavors.

Alek moaned, wrapping his arms around Bell’s waist and yanking his body so tight against him they started to pant to catch more air. Bell’s head dropped to the side and Alek lunged for his throat, sucking and biting marks all over that beautiful skin. “Damn, you always taste so good.” Alek clawed at Bell’s clothes, wanting them off.

When Bell pulled away, Alek growled, almost giving chase. “Where are you going?”

Bell’s sexy, light-hearted chuckle was the last sound Alek wanted to hear, “I’m gonna get changed out of this suit before you ruin another one, and you’re going to wash the smell of that building’s fire off you… and I’ll meet you right back here.” Bell winked.

Alek stared dumbfounded. “Are you serious?”

“Well, considering the single-person shower eliminates the option of me washing you, you’re gonna have to do it yourself.” Bell flashed into the master bed and closed the door behind him.

Alek hadn’t noticed the stench of bitter smoke until then. Phew, maybe he did need to get the dirt and sweat from around his balls before he made Bell put them into his mouth. Squeezing his aching shaft, he grabbed the last pair of clean shorts from his duffle and his toiletry bag as he continued to think nasty, domineering thoughts the entire time he scoured his body.

Bell wasn’t out of the bedroom by the time he was finished, so Alek went about lighting a fire and doing his best to set a stimulating mood. He couldn’t help but admire his stone fireplace as he laid out the mound of fur blankets and throws in a large pile on the floor. The temperature was a frigid thirty-two degrees outside, but as high up as they were, it felt less than that. The extra warmth would be welcome. He hoped it wasn’t too cheesy, but he lit a couple of the plain wax candles he kept on the mantle, casting the dark cabin with a warm, golden glow as the fire came to life. Alek stretched out on the blankets, propping himself up on a couple of throw pillows from the sectional, and waited. He ran his hands through the damp strands of hair on his chest, eager to get his mate’s hands on him. They hadn’t had another opportunity to come together since leaving the Dales. And, since their mating, while it’d been dynamic, Alek needed them to be completely alone. He could release all inhibitions when he knew there was no one else listening, and when danger wasn’t lurking close by. There’d been a lot in his head the first time they’d mated. As of now his thoughts were clear.

Alek stared at the fireplace so long he got lost in the flames. He’d been enjoying the warmth engulfing his body so much that he almost didn’t feel the moment Wrath came back to him.

Hey, Alek whispered.

Wrath lurked quietly for a moment before he responded. Does that mean you’re not expecting atonement? Wrath’s voice was throaty and raw, the sound vibrating Alek’s chest.

He took an easy breath, welcoming his other half. He made room for him close by, wanting Wrath to feel his acceptance, his contentment. I know you can feel that I’m not upset. Belleron is not just mine and Wolf’s, he’s yours, too.

Alek waited for the demigod to say something else, but he was again met with a long bout of silence. Then without another word, Wrath cleared the link.

When Alek blinked, wondering what’d happened, he glanced up and saw Bell was standing before him as naked and beautiful as he pleased. “Oh my…” Alek feasted on Bell’s long, slender frame, greedily taking in every amount of gorgeous skin he could see. His mate was perfect, but he was sure that was what all lovers said about their partners. Bell knelt at Alek’s feet, his long, inky mane falling over one shoulder as he leaned down and dragged Alek’s shorts down his legs. When there was nothing in Bell’s way, he placed his mouth on his ankle and started from there. Alek had to stop himself from jerking as Bell teased him with his mouth, his tongue darting out, and flicking at erogenous zones Alek didn’t know he had. Like on his calf, behind the bend of his knee, and on his inner thighs. Bell’s sexy puffs of laughter against his full sac was making him want to flip him onto his back and take over.

“I can smell your delicious flavor, right here.” Bell spread Alek’s thighs wide, pressed his nose into his groin, and inhaled deeply. “Your blood is so rich and full of your seed here. I can have them both, at the same time,” Bell groaned.