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

Now he had a mate who wanted him to lie down and surrender himself. Forget his identity, his culture, his life’s work and how he’d helped govern his species for the past eighty years. All that mattered now was being Aleksei Hedon Kolya Volkov’s true mate. No. No. I have to be more than just that. Bell wanted to give in and make Alek happy, make him whole again. But, his beloved wasn’t the only one with pressing needs. Bell had to find some answers and soon or he might lose his mind. As a known strategist, that ingrained part of him, the core and center of who Bell was needed to know what all this meant. He needed to talk to Wick. Maybe find out if he knew more about the prophecy than he’d let on. Bell was just too damn wise to go into his new life blind.

“Belleron.”

Bell was almost too nervous to look up. That voice sent chills down his spine despite the heat encasing them. The sounds of nature and wildlife vanished until there was only them. Even the world seemed distant, somehow. Power flowed through him at a rapid rate, faster than he could consume it. Bell hissed through elongated fangs. Too much.

“You are not ready to receive me.”

The voice was coming from Alek’s mouth but it wasn’t Alek speaking. Those beautiful, full lips were moving, but the tone and pitch were all wrong. Wolf had come at his call. Bell couldn’t believe it as he stared into startling blue eyes, no longer pale and kind like his Alek’s. A blue more brilliant than a royal sapphire. Alek’s animal stared him down through his own eyes, made him absorb the impact of his presence. And the Wolf had been correct. Bell wasn’t ready. However, deep down he knew he needed to get there, and fast. His beloved and his animals needed to reconnect. And in no uncertain words, Wolf had pushed that understanding into him.

The air around them settled substantially as Alek blinked a few times, then returned his powder-blue gaze back on Bell. His beloved stood there stunned for a long moment before the curiosity in his glare morphed into passion. “What did you do?” Alek asked. “Wolf seems… intrigued all of a sudden.”

“I wanted… attempted to call your animal forward. He is stronger than I ever imagined, Alek. Stronger than I even thought possible. I could barely listen to him, much less receive him.” Somehow, some way Bell knew he’d be able to take all of Alek in any of his forms. He’d grow strong enough to stand beside his exceptional wolf. United with strength beyond comprehension. Bell couldn’t disguise how much all of this was turning him on. His cock was digging into Alek’s thigh, causing his thoughts and words to falter. He began a sultry grind on Alek’s muscular leg, surprising even himself. Alek rumbled his approval, which Bell felt down to the tips of his boots. He didn’t object when the large shifter gripped him behind one knee and pulled his leg up until it was hooked around his waist. Damn. Bell’s mouth fell open and his body went loose as if it was second nature. He’d never in a million years have let anyone handle him like this… and live. But Bell could feel Alek’s hardness, could smell his arousal mixing with the earthiness surrounding them, and it drove him wild.

Alek held Bell’s thigh with one hand while the other snaked around and cupped most of his ass, squeezing until Bell started to throb. “Alpha,” Bell responded to Alek’s hold on him.

“Yes,” Alek groaned.

Bell’s hips jerked, then he heard his belt snapped in two and felt it being yanked from around his waist. He could only stare wide-eyed as he became aware that he wanted his beloved to pin him against the rough surface of the tree and penetrate him… hell. “What are you doing to me? This isn’t me?” Bell moaned.

“It is now,” Alek growled. “You may not yet, but you will crave me, Belleron. You’ll want my hands on you at all times. You’ll yearn for my affection and attention. My bite will be all you can think about. And I’ll give it to you. Always.” Alek reached into Bell’s slacks, and coarse fingertips dug into his skin.

His beloved’s hands were so goddamn hot they seared his rarely touched flesh. Bell couldn’t believe he fucking whimpered. There was no other word to describe the keening sound that escaped as the pad of Alek’s middle finger dragged over his hole.

“Unngh. Gods.” Bell jerked, pushing his ass towards that warmth.

“That’s it. Just let it come naturally,” Alek rumbled in his ear, hitching Bell’s leg higher and grinding their solid lengths together. “You can’t help but want me inside you. You are mine, mate. I should take you right here. Lay you down on the earth and…”