“IRA!” Bell hollered at the feeling of his skin burning. Wrath held his arms tight around Bell, preventing him from falling as Bell flailed and he shuddered violently at the energy blazing through his veins—a demigod’s energy. Still buried deep inside, Wrath flexed his hips, driving the last remains of his seed into him and brushing his now tan lips over the brand he’d just emblazoned into his skin.
“I’ve never shared my kiss, Belleron.” Wrath’s dick slid out of him as he laid him back onto the mattress and brought the thin sheet up to his waist. He could still feel Wrath inside as his hole spasmed at the loss of great fullness. Wrath maneuvered Bell with ease and spooned him from behind. “Now all will know I’ve kissed you, Bell. Anyone who dares to harm you will feel the full range of my vengeance.”
With the final mark of his other mate still stimulating his skin, Bell nestled deep into Wrath’s warm chest, knowing he’d stay with him until he feel asleep.
And that he’d be with his alpha when the dawn came.
For an entire month Wick had Bell doing nothing but meetings. They worked during the day and night. He and Alek would rise at noon and go until two or three in the morning, depending on how busy they were. And yes, their duties had been extensive. Alek returned to his responsibilities with the pack’s guards and their training. He also had to accompany Justice on his frequent trips away from the compound. Having bonded as well as they did, it wasn’t as difficult as Bell thought it’d be when Alek was gone. However, Wick had yet to allow him to visit any covens until he appointed a personal guard.
“Lord Bell, just choose someone. It’s not like they’re really going to have to save your life. You are more than capable,” his house lord, Byron, said as he methodically ran the comb through Bell’s hair, then smoothed his palm right behind it, ensuring not a single strand was out of place.
Bell had been staying with Alek at his cabin, but if his beloved was going to be gone most of the evening, then he still had his guest room at Wick’s home. It was also where he had to keep eighty-percent of his wardrobe, since Alek didn’t have nearly enough closet space. Bell reached for his phone.
“Keep still,” Byron grumbled. “It’s bad enough that you don’t allow me to groom you nightly anymore, but when I am able the least you could do is remain seated.”
“Byron. I’ve had this hair for ninety years. You don’t think I know how to brush it myself?” Bell said nonchalantly, staring at his emails.
“Ha! I don’t think so,” Byron snarked. “You had so many tangles and kinks in your hair that it broke two of my good combs.”
“Alek likes to run his hands through it… a lot.”
“Good to know,” Byron said, then went back to work. The vampire may have a terrible attitude most times, but he’d been Bell’s chamber lord for many years and he’d grown used to him. He’d never tell the cute man this, but sometimes Bell missed being groomed and dressed by him each night. So, as of late, he wore casual clothes during the day and when his officers awoke at dusk, he went to his guest room and waited for Byron to dress him.
“If you’re so independent now, then I guess my services are no longer needed.”
“Oh, I don’t know about that. He always looks so damn good when you finish with him,” Alek said, coming through the door. “Byron, I know I say this each time… but you’ve outdone yourself.”
Bell smiled at his mate’s reflection in the mirror, noting the hungry gleam in his eye as he took in his appearance. Bell had on a black suit with a pinstriped gray shirt that Byron had coupled with a dark-gray silk tie.
“Well he does insist on wearing lighter colors now. I guess gray is not the worst color I’ve had to work with.” Byron rolled his dark eyes. “He actually wears it well. Just try not to get any drops of blood on the collar. I’ll never get it out.”
“He can be a messy eater.” Alek stood behind Bell’s chair and gripped his shoulders, massaging him possessively.
“Um. I think we’re done here, my lord. Have a good evening,” Byron said, hurrying to clear away his supplies. When he left them alone to tend to Bell’s closet—or whatever he did all evening—Bell was yanked from his chair and into Alek’s chest, his mouth heavy and dominating on him.
“You look really good,” Alek murmured against Bell’s throat when they finally came up for air. He’d been gone all day and night. “I like how he did your hair.”
Bell did like it when Byron pulled half of it back into a ponytail and left the bottom half flowing down his back. Alek continued to stroke his tresses, gazing into his eyes. “I’ve missed you.”