Prophesy 3: His Righteousness (The King & Alpha 3)

He eased out of Adres’s mind, stripping away some of the ecstasy, but it was too much for him to balance when he was so overwhelmed with pleasure. Adres keened with disapproval when Macauley withdrew from his core, but he kept him close to let him know he was still with him.

Adres swallowed gulps at a time, and though Macauley could feel himself getting weaker, he pulled his wolf closer to the surface so he could give his mate a little more. When Adres had said he was ravenous, he hadn’t been exaggerating. His appetite was insatiable, and there was no mistaking how turned on he was. Macauley began to rid Adres of the rest of his clothes. He pulled at the drawstring on his pants and shoved them down his hips.

Adres grunted with his mouth still latched onto his throat as Macauley grabbed two handfuls of his ass and used it to grind their pelvises together. Adres’s uncut cock was peeking out of his briefs, the skin pulled back and his slit glistening with pre-come. Macauley just refrained from throwing Adres down and rutting against him until he smelled like his come. It was animalistic and cavemanish to even think it, but it was all he knew to get closer. To mark Adres in some way if he wasn’t prepared to take his bite.

Adres pulled his fangs out and bathed Macauley’s throat with his tongue until he was moaning and thrusting against him. They were drunk off each other’s pheromones as they stumbled against each other, their hips moving as if they were independent body parts. He guided his inebriated mate towards his bed and was relieved when he put up no resistance as Macauley lifted the thick comforter for him to get in. Adres turned his face into one of Macauley’s pillows and inhaled a deep breath before rolling over onto his back, his gaze cloudy and hot as it roamed over Macauley’s chest and down to the obscene bulge jutting from his towel.

Macauley tore the cloth away and let it fall to the floor. He massaged his balls with one hand while he held his cock in the other. Every part of his body buzzed from Adres’s bite. Henry had warned him about how potent the elixir could be, but he didn’t think it’d feel like some kind of heroin. Addictive… and highly lethal.

He already wanted more.

Adres hissed and spread his legs wider, his small briefs doing nothing to conceal his erection. Macauley was wondering if his mate would ever let loose of his ironclad control and enjoy what they had of their bond, no matter how small and fragile. He bit his bottom lip as he ate up Adres’s body with his eyes. He was flawed and imperfectly gorgeous. His chest had many near-fatal wounds that looked to have healed long ago. And his thighs were toned and muscular, flexing as he writhed over the white sheet.

“You like what you see, vampire?” Macauley stroked his dick from base to tip as a long trail of pre-come leaked from the head he clutched in his fist. Fuck. The pleasure was so extreme Macauley had to brace one knee on the bed.

“More,” Adres begged, his own dick leaking slick that pooled in the creases of his abs.

“More what…” Macauley smeared his palm along Adres’s stomach, gathering the slickness and using it to lube his cock. He gave himself a long, slow stroke that fired his blood to a fevered height. Oh my fucking gods.

Adres made a pained face, his throat tense, his back stiffening as he clutched at the sheets. “Nu-mi face asta.”

His mate’s expression was one of pure rapture, and he’d put it there. Macauley liked him speaking his native language; he liked the way his breathy words made him feel. Whatever Adres said, or called him, sounded sexy as fuck to him.

“Did you ask for more of this… huh?” Macauley stroked faster. “Is that what those words meant? Or do you wanna sink your teeth inside me again and drink while I—”

Adres’s mouth dropped open, a guttural cry escaping his lips as he arched his back and shot his seed onto his stomach. He slammed his dark eyes shut as more landed on his throat before pouring over onto his belly. Macauley inhaled, his nostrils flaring as his mate’s many flavors flooded his bedroom.

The last of Macauley’s control snapped as he ripped Adres’s briefs away, his cock springing towards him as if it was glad to be set free. Pearly liquid continued to leak from his slit when Macauley covered Adres’s sated body with his own.

He shuddered at the first feeling of his mate naked and saturated, covered in come beneath him. His orgasm was right there as Adres spread his legs for him. His body was pliant and limp, but his grip around Macauley’s waist was powerful as he thrust his cock under Adres’s balls. The slick that leaked from his cock made the glide more sensual.