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

“Maybe Aphrodite—the beautiful seductress that she is—has shown you her favor.” Wrath ran the pad of his warm thumb down the side of Bell’s face until he reached his chin. He cupped Bell’s jaw and lifted his face until their mouths were only inches apart. “I believe it was Chaac, the Mayan god of storms, with his thunder-gray eyes, ” Wrath marveled. “Yes. He had to be the god that created such perfection.”

“Chaac.” Bell whispered. He wracked his brain trying to remember any literature on that name but nothing was coming to mind. There were over two hundred and fifty Mayan gods within the complex and changeable pantheon, therefore it was impossible for him to know of every one. He was certain his family had never mentioned that name before. “Tell me about him.”

Wrath continued to stare for a moment as if he was lost in Bell’s presence when it should’ve been the other way around. He didn’t know what it was that Wrath saw when he gazed at him that way but he wanted it to continue. “In your eyes I see brighter days beyond the storm.”

Bell blinked rapidly. He didn’t recall ever seeing anything like that when he looked in the mirror.

Without warning, Wrath sat up and gathered Bell into his arms, appearing slightly disappointed. “Alek is coming back. Let me get you down. I can feel you’re almost fully healed, Belleron. Now you can mate. Alek seems content on delaying the bonding even longer, but I know a way you can put an end to that.”

Before Bell could say anything, Wrath hefted him into his strong arms and shot them back to the ground and towards the secluded cottage.

Alek woke feeling well rested but very hungry, or was famished more like it? He’d been expecting Bell to give him an earful about Wrath’s decision to tuck him away in a tree last night but he hadn’t. He’d simply fed again and settled into Alek’s embrace, falling into a sound sleep in minutes.

He reached for his watch on the nightstand and groaned when he realized he’d slept longer than intended. It was already going on one o’clock in the afternoon. Damn, had they both been that exhausted? Maybe so. Alek left Bell nestled in the crook of his armpit while he lay on his back, taking a moment to stretch. He pressed his thumb and middle finger into his eyes, clearing the lingering fuzziness from his vision. When Bell shifted against him, the silky material of his pajama pants brushed his hip, making his already plump cock jerk beneath the thin cotton of his shorts. Alek closed his eyes and counted down from twenty while trying to think of anything nonsexual.

Bell didn’t appear too concerned with Alek’s predicament as he lazily rotated his hips, while easing his hand up his chest until he got to his throat. Bell caressed his neck and Alek couldn’t hold back a second longer. He turned and curled Bell into him, draping one of his thighs over him to keep him from escaping. Alek dragged his nose along Bell’s temple while he ran his fingers through his hair.

“Mmmm.” Bell hummed when Alek buried his hand deep into his locks and palmed the back of his head, driving him closer to his rapid pulse, swallowing at the anticipation of that potent bite.

“Drink all you want.” Alek didn’t think he’d be so turned on to bare his throat.

Bell licked his Adam’s apple, “You always think I want to eat.”

“I’m just making sure you’re satisfied,” Alek answered, sounding way too groggy for afternoon. His internal clock was all fucked up on this side of the pond.

“Then satisfy me,” Bell said softly, his hand leaving Alek’s throat and trailing down his abdomen until he was at the waistband of his boxers. “Give me this.” Bell dug inside and gripped the head of Alek’s dick, making him thrust his hips up to get more. Shit. He had to control himself.

“It’s okay.” Bell moaned, still sounding half asleep, starting a slow drag up Alek’s shaft, making him grit his teeth to keep from yelling. “I feel much better.”

Alek’s eyes rolled behind his lids. Why did Bell continue to do this to him? A man was only so fucking strong. Fuck. He reached down and stilled Bell’s movements, the act taking a lot more restraint than he thought. Alek panted through the mate-lust attacking his senses. “I won’t risk hurting you.”

Bell climbed on top of Alek and straddled his pelvis, making sure their cocks were nestled against each other. Alek grabbed Bell’s waist with both hands and stared up at him. He was so damn sexy from that angle. His face warm and open with affection, those lust-filled, dark eyes burning him up as a curtain of black hair fell around him. Instead of lying on him, Bell rose to a seated position, his hands almost moving in slow motion, going to the first button of his silky shirt. One by one, he undid each button until the shirt was spread open, revealing nothing but clean, unblemished, ivory skin over defined pecs and abs. Alek gently ran the pad of his thumb along the puckered skin on the tiny, three-inch-long incision that no longer appeared toxic. Bell was healed. They could go home now.