Bell crowded closer, his body responding to his cherished like always when he held him tight. Alek smelled wonderful, and the second he thought of sinking his fangs into that thick vein throbbing behind Alek’s pulse, he heard the blood start to pump harder. “And you smell good enough to eat.”
“Gods, Bell,” Alek moaned, tilting his neck and pulling their hips together. “You’re insatiable.”
It did seem as if Bell ate a lot. He didn’t know if it was because he was hungry or because he enjoyed his mate’s taste and desired it all the time. Bell punctured Alek’s skin with precision and a large dose of his elixir, because he loved how hard Alek’s dick got when he did. Bell drank thirstily, sucking just the way Alek liked it—strong and ravenous. He hadn’t realized he’d been walking them backwards until he felt Alek’s back hit the wall and a satisfied, deep chuckle float across his forehead.
“Damn. If we didn’t have to meet with your officers in ten minutes, I’d bend you over the foot of that bed for getting me this worked up.”
Bell purred at that suggestion, then carefully pulled his teeth from Alek’s neck. He gulped large breaths of air as he licked the remaining blood from his lips. “Keep that thought for later.”
“I will,” Alek rumbled, adjusting himself in his frayed Levis.
Bell didn’t want to move, but he could already hear his men entering the house for their small assembly in the great room. There was no way in hell he was going to allow Alek to make him scream like a banshee for all his comrades to murmur about later. He turned away and had just managed a couple steps when a heavily-veined forearm came around his neck like a clothesline, and snatched him backwards. The second his back connected to a large, sweltering chest he knew his mates had pulled a fast one.
“And will I see my dark prince tonight, as well?”
Warmth licked its way inside Bell’s jacket and across his chest, resting over his tight nipples. “Ira,” Bell sighed. “I’ll wait for you all night.”
Wrath buried his face behind Bell’s ear and sucked his earlobe into his mouth. His lips blazed against his skin as he hooked one finger into Bell’s collar and sought out his mark. Wrath’s voice was like the sound of thunder on a lazy Sunday morning—so damn hypnotic. And it almost never failed to put him into a trance. Bell found himself pushing his ass back, nestling Wrath’s shaft right in the center.
“Wicked mate.”
“Augggh. My god,” Bell moaned. Wrath’s voice was just too damn much.
“Yessss. Worship me.” Wrath hummed. He was getting better at perfecting his seduction.
Bell rested the back of his head on Wrath’s shoulder while his heated tongue bathed the kiss he’d branded into his skin. “You have to stop talking now.”
Wrath’s chuckle was menacing, the growly bass vibrating Bell’s spine. He knew full well what he was doing to him. Bell palmed his dick through his slacks, hoping he hadn’t made a stain. Gods, his lovers would be the end of him for sure.
He was panting, trying to catch his breath, his body sealed tight to his beloved, his hand still resting on his throbbing shaft, when Alek leaned in close and whispered in amusement. “Like I said… insatiable.” His alpha-mate shoved him playfully in the center of his back then swatted him hard on his ass. “Get moving. You two are making us late.”
“Now for the last issue on the agenda.” Wick sat on one of the love seats beside Justice, addressing only their high officials. “After tracking down the shifter who had reported the omega abuse to Bell and Alek, we were able to pinpoint the pack’s location. I want to put together a bi-species task force to investigate these accusations in Philadelphia immediately. There haven’t been any omega births reported in many years so this matter gets priority level red.”
A few of the serious-looking vampires who made up Wick’s council jotted some notes in leather bound notepads resting in their laps.
“I want name recommendations on my desk by close of night. Justice has already selected his eleven shifters, so there will be a few visiting alphas from across the states arriving in the next few days. Lord Protector, whichever vampires you select for this task force, be sure they understand that a degree of compassion will be required. Omegas are extremely special.”
“Understood, King Bentley.” Ramon ran his hand over his unblemished, bronze jaw, looking uncomfortable with what he was about to say next. “The task forces for these investigations are led by the Lord High. Belleron would need to go visit the base set up there, say, in a week. With the jet, it’ll take two days minimum.”
“I can do that,” Bell rushed to say.
Alek knew Bell had been dying to get off the pack lands to handle larger responsibilities but his king had yet to assign him a task that could hinder his safety or the public’s.