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

Bell gripped the edge of the bed, pressing his chest into the mattress, his ass ready for the taking. But Alek was moving too slow. Wanting all of it, Bell jerked his hips backwards, taking some more, his eyes rolling at the forced stretch.

Alek growled and slammed his hips against Bell’s cheeks, thrusting the last half of his cock so deep inside him Bell saw a flash of light dance behind his lids. Alek stilled, keeping himself buried and his pelvis sealed to Bell’s moist cheeks. His eyes flew open when his chin was gripped and pulled. Alek snarled against the side of his face. “Are you still challenging me, Belleron?”

“No, no, I’m not. I swear. I just need all of you,” he whined, not recognizing his own voice. Alek’s body was so hot, his breath, his voice, even his cock ignited his insides, and Bell could feel the start of his orgasm building already. He couldn’t get his hand between his pelvis and the mattress to stroke himself, and thought he’d have to resort to groveling, but Alek pulled out and drove back into him, pegging a spot inside that’d been neglected for so long he’d forgotten it existed. Bell arched into Alek, his hole clenching.

“Mmmhmm,” Alek moaned in a deep bass that vibrated his spine. “This how you wanted me, Belleron? All of it.” Alek pounded him good and hard, exactly how he’d begged for it. The friction came as his body was jostled from Alek’s powerful thrust.

Yes ,yes, yes. Bell made sounds he’d never thought he was capable of, holding onto the mattress for purchase, his legs spread so wide he felt an ache in his hamstrings. Yes, yes, yes. No one could make him ache so fucking good.

Alek’s rhythm turned frantic as Bell felt him give into the urgency. Alek pulled Bell’s orgasm to the surface by persistently rubbing that thick shaft over his spot. He felt it the moment he could no longer hold it, the moment he could no longer think rationally. The pleasure was all-consuming and he felt everything that was Alek. His extreme craving to be claimed attacked his mind and body with a vengeance. Bell didn’t fight the rush, didn’t resist the yearning to belong to Aleksei Volkov. His mind went quiet, reduced to nothing except his alpha’s needs. His body went completely limp as he slumped farther into the mattress, his every bone loose and pliant. Without thought, he lay there waiting, aching, needing, thirsting… for his alpha.

One hundred percent, submissive.

Alek roared and plunged so deep into Bell he thought he’d lose consciousness.

My mate! Mine!

Alek had been waiting for that exact moment—the instant Bell instinctively gave his submission. He was glad he hadn’t been forced to wait much longer, because Alek wasn’t sure he could hold back anymore. Bell’s ass was tighter than he’d imagined, as if the man had never had anyone back there. Alek didn’t ask, and he didn’t want to know. It didn’t matter because Bell’s sexy, sleek body was all his now to do as he chose. His mate gave him no struggle as he dropped his head and let it fall to the side. Alek could smell Bell’s sweet arousal, couldn’t stop pumping his hips as his mate trembled underneath him. Defenseless against his lust for him.

“I’m coming,” Bell whispered, sounding wrecked and broken as Alek felt him surge tightly around the base of his dick.

Alek’s gums burned as his canines dropped and his back went rigid. His orgasm slammed into him, as he plunged in one final time and buried himself as deep as he could inside Bell’s warm heaven. The first spurt of his seed caused a powerful jolt to lash through him as nature took hold, making him sink his sharp teeth into the dip in Bell’s throat between his neck and his shoulder. He scarcely heard Bell’s cries of ecstasy over the deafening roar in his own ears as his cock emptied again and again, spasming with each drop. Alek wasn’t sure what felt better; the way Bell’s long, drawn-out orgasm was squeezing the fuck out of his shaft, or how wonderful it felt to finally have his mate’s blood pouring down his throat.

He felt it when their souls combined and became one, linking them for eternity. Alek’s bite slowly receded and he began to lick and lave at the beautiful mark he’d left on Bell’s neck. A mark that all would see and know who Belleron Liatos belonged to. With his eyes closed, Alek nestled his mouth against Bell’s cheek, working on slowing his labored breaths. His body pulsed with adrenaline and excitement. He felt so whole and new. Already, he could see into the deepest recesses of Bell’s warm soul and could search the tiniest crevices of his heart. Alek gasped when he found himself there. Already. Bell loved him.