Prophesy Book III Page 12

  “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.

  Macauley grunted as his sac tightened. His canines itched to drop and claim, but he would not bite his mate before he consented fully. He sucked on Adres’s jaw as he slammed his hips forwards and released against Adres’s taint, drowning his balls and cock with his come until it leaked down his ass and over his hole.

  Adres locked his ankles around Macauley’s back, his heels digging into the base of his spine, but he still had enough room to slip his hand between them and massage his seed into him. Adres’s soft moans made him rock his hips as he inched his fingers lower.

  “Futu-i, Macauley.” Adres was getting hard again as he raised his ass off the mattress to meet his stroke.

  Macauley licked Adres’s slack mouth and bit at his lips, tasting traces of his coppery blood and a flavor sweet like dark fruit. He couldn’t resist dragging his tongue over one of Adres’s fangs, which must have been an erotic zone because he hissed as his cock jerked against his stomach.

  “Kiss me,” Macauley demanded, chasing Adres’s mouth when he tried to turn away.

  Adres’s eyes were as shiny as black diamonds, his cheeks flushed with a hint of color, and his thick hair disheveled from where he’d thrashed against the pillow. He was beautiful in his own unique way, made just for him.

  “Vampires don’t… I mean… I do not kiss.”

  “Well, I do.” Macauley nudged the side of Adres’s cheek with his nose. He smelled like blackberries plucked straight from the vine, and he bet he tasted even sweeter. “Now kiss me.”

  Adres shook his head. “You refuse to take no for an answer, young wolf.”

  Macauley smirked. “Soon, you’ll no longer be able to say no… to anything I ask.” He fumbled Adres’s sac in his palm as he spoke, keeping him high on his scent. Macauley lowered his head when Adres faced him with quivering lips.

  “What do I—”

  “Just do what feels natural, handsome,” Macauley whispered in his mouth while working his hand between Adres’s legs. He pressed his middle finger against the sensitive nerves behind his balls, watching his beautifully shocked reaction.

  Adres parted his lips wider, his tongue sneaking out to play. His touch was timid and hesitant and so fucking endearing. His mate needed a lesson on how to kiss. Macauley teased Adres’s tongue before he slanted his mouth over his. He moaned when Adres’s nicked his bottom lip enough to draw blood that he sucked on with passion.

  Adres was too far gone to stop now. He had come so far out of himself that he no longer recognized who he was, and he didn’t care. Now, he was kissing, with tongue and teeth and vigor. He couldn’t get enough. Then Macauley touched him in a place that had been unexplored. A place that had him crying out and digging his fingernails into Macauley’s back. He prayed to the gods he did not die this way. “Nu-mi face asta.”

  “That’s twice you’ve said that.” Macauley panted, massaging Adres’s tight hole. “What are you saying?”

  “I said… ungh.”

  “No… that wasn’t it.” Macauley pushed two fingers into him, making him arch embarrassingly hard as he clenched around the thick digits and sucked them in deeper. Holy fuck. His dick was granite, his balls full again and on the verge of release. “Say it.”

  “I said, ‘Do not do this to me, beloved.’”

  “Do what… this?” Macauley pushed his fingers deeper, and Adres thought he was going to levitate off the bed the pleasure was so blinding. He bowed over in surprise, curling towards his big alpha as he made him feel things he shouldn’t in places he never thought possible.

  Adres had never been made love to before. He’d never been touched in his most private places. Though he wasn’t unsullied, either; he’d sown a few wild oats in his youth, but as the eldest horseman, it meant his life was not his own to enjoy. Whenever he’d indulged in the past, it’d never been about touching, kissing, and certainly no penetration was needed. But when it came to his cherished, it appeared that things were quite different.

  “Mai mult, Beloved… more… more.”

  Macauley held the back of his neck while he plunged his thick fingers in and out of his sensitive hole. It was so much, yet he couldn’t stop begging for more. He hitched his leg higher up Macauley’s back, the position making him look like a sex-drugged animal in heat. The new angle caused Macauley’s knuckle to rub against a spot that had him tilting his head back.

  Futu-i!

  Adres was defenseless, his guards and shields completely down as Macauley rocked his hips in the same rhythm he fucked him with his fingers. Macauley growled against his throat and pleasuring him faster with his hands, delving deeper and sending Adres’s mind to another dimension. His cock thickened, and Adres threw his head back and bared his throat as he erupted for the second time. The sounds coming from him were inhuman as Macauley bit down over his jugular and spilled his seed over his stretched hole.

  He didn’t pierce his skin, but he clamped his teeth into his flesh hard enough to make Adres wish he did. His legs fell to the bed, and his arms lay limp at his side as Macauley bit down harder, his groan morphing into a possessive growl.

  Had he just submitted?

  Adres lay there motionless with his cheek flush against the pillow, his pulse pounding and his thighs spread wider than an eagle’s wings, he knew without a doubt that he had.

  Then why did he not claim me?

  Macauley sucked the healing bruise on Adres’s neck before he buried his face in his throat. “I won’t claim you until you fully give yourself to me.”

  I did. Adres had given all he’d been able to. The parts that weren’t locked away by evil. He supposed he’d been right all along and what was left of his soul hadn’t been enough for his beloved.

  “What you did was natural, Adres.” Macauley rolled them onto their sides and folded his strong body around him, manipulating Adres’s weak arms and legs until he was in the position he wanted him in.

  “I should shower, or—”

  “No,” Macauley barked, tucking Adres under his throat. “You smell wonderful.”

  Adres wasn’t going to argue. He laid his cheek a
gainst Macauley’s hot skin and listened to the steady pounding of his heartbeat.

  Macauley yawned loudly. “It’s almost morning. Sleep. When we wake up, I’ll tell you about my brother’s trip to the Monstrous Reef. He’s sure he can find us the answer we need to lift the curse.”

  My gods. The Monstrous Reef. Macauley had sent his youngest brother to the dangerous reefs and beyond, to enter the fairy lands, all to save him. Will they really help me again?

  Adres didn’t have time to fret over it as he was too satisfied and relaxed to fight the warmth and the pull of slumber.

  Macauley awoke with a one-hundred-and-seventy-pound weight on his chest. Adres must have climbed on top of him while they’d slept and tucked his face into his throat, his slow, even breaths tickling his beard. Macauley pulled the covers over them and wrapped his arms around Adres’s cool body and squeezed him close, wondering what time Adres typically woke.

  The sun was almost setting so he didn’t want to jolt Adres or startle him awake. He’d heard that could be dangerous if a vampire was in a deep sleep. Instead he lay there quietly and thought about their sexing last night. How gorgeous Adres had been when he’d let go of his inhibitions and allowed Macauley to pleasure him. At first Adres’s body had been cool beneath his touch, but his skin had warmed quickly when he’d smothered him with his weight. The many wounds littering his pale skin were a map of mysteries and stories that Macauley couldn’t wait to explore.

  And then… Adres’s had been so intoxicated with pleasure that he’d followed his instincts and submitted.

  It’d been great, mind-blowing even, but it hadn’t been perfect like it could’ve been. Macauley’s canines ached beneath his gums, but they did not descend because he couldn’t feel enough of Adres’s soul. Every part of Macauley wanted to claim his mate, but Adres had been right all along. They’d made an incredible connection so far, but he was going to need more. If he had sank his dick in Adres and came inside him but was unable to complete the mating bite, it would’ve driven his wolf insane.

  And just as Adres stated… Macauley would inevitably have a mental breakdown.

  “We’ll figure this out, handsome.” he sighed, kissing the top of Adres’s head. “Because there’s no way in hell I’m letting you go.”

  Adres hummed as if he was having a good dream and shifted his body to the right, brushing his thigh against Macauley’s cock, which had been hard since he’d cracked his eyelids open. “About time you wake up.” Macauley inhaled. His mate still smelled like their sex, and he wasn’t sure which fragrance he liked on Adres more. His seed or the sweet smell of plums and nighttime.

  Adres canted his hips forward and dragged his length along Macauley’s stomach. His soft moans got louder when Macauley gripped them both in his hand and stroked their shafts as Adres began to slowly wake.

  “Hey.” Macauley tried to nudge Adres from the crevice of his throat. “Do you like your breakfast early? Hmm…”

  Adres didn’t answer.

  Macauley was already getting close, his orgasm teetering near the surface when an overwhelming wave of euphoria crashed over him as Adres sunk his fangs into his neck. “Oh fuck.” Macauley gasped, his cock jerking and shooting in his fist with each intense pull of his blood Adres took. It was even better than last night. “Oh my fucking gods.”

  Had their bond grown stronger?

  Adres rutted in an erratic rhythm, his fangs buried deep and his cold fingers clasped around Macauley’s throat.

  He felt as if he was floating on his back down the Saco River with the full moon hanging low in the sky. He didn’t remember this sensation last night, but he didn’t care, it felt amazing. “Adres. Are you awake?”

  Macauley shuddered as another orgasm slammed into him. His throat was bared, his dick spewing like a geyser, and with his slurred speech Macauley could do little more than take what was happening. “Adres… enough.”

  Adres clutched the back of Macauley’s neck tighter as if to prevent him from pulling away. He felt weak… too weak. Macauley tried to raise his arms to halt Adres’s hips, but his arms felt as if he was holding eighty-pound dumbbells. His dick was pulsing, and his mate’s elixir was flooding his system and muddling his brain.

  Adres was putting him in a trance.

  Fuuuuck. Macauley whimpered, making his wolf rear up and growl in warning.

  Adres sucked harder.

  Oh shit. Adres! He tried to push his energy towards Adres’s mind, but he was too weakened. His wolf clawed and snarled inside for him to shift. Fuck! Adres! Stop drinking! Macauley pushed with all of his might… which was none. His vision got hazy in the corners before his eyelids slid shut.

  No! No! Adres! His mate wasn’t receiving anything, and it was clear he had still been in his slumber when Macauley had disrupted him. This was all his fault. Shit. Adres took another thirsty pull before his wolf exploded to the surface with a deafening growl—only shifting Macauley’s hands—and swiped his claws across Adres’s chest hard enough to send him flying off them and into the antique armoire on the other side of the room.

  Noooooo!

  Adres’s crashed to the floor, and he lay there a moment, shaking his head and gazing around as if unsure of where he was and what’d just happened. Macauley attempted to speak, but no words would come out. He tried to reach Adres’s mind again, but his wolf was snarling at him to shift. Now! Macauley had never felt this way before; he was drained and more fatigued than his human body could handle. He couldn’t heal himself fast enough.

  Adres’s eyes seemed to come into focus, and when his gaze landed on Macauley and his debilitated condition, his mate appeared horrified. Macauley attempted to raise up onto his elbow, but he only managed to roll to his side. Adres clutched his temples as if he didn’t believe what he was seeing. Macauley didn’t know what he looked like, but the way Adres fell to his knees told him he must’ve been in pretty bad shape.

  “What have I done?” Adres flashed to the bed and put his hand over Macauley’s chest, his cold palm trembling as he pressed harder.

  Macauley could scarcely breathe, so he knew his mate was struggling to feel his slowing pulse. He needed to shift, but he didn’t want Adres to run. Macauley parted his lips, his tongue feeling too thick for his mouth. “Adres. It wasn’t your fault.”

  That was what he’d tried to say, but it sounded like garbled nonsense as drool ran down his chin, which he was incapable of wiping away.

  Shift! His wolf howled as their pulse got weaker.

  “Mac!”

  “Macauley!”

  “Where are you, brother?”

  “Answer us!”

  Adres snapped around at the sound of Macauley’s family and betas running across the pack lands towards him. He and his siblings were all linked to each other, which meant they could also feel him dying.

  Adres dropped his tortured gaze to the faint red claw marks across his chest, and Macauley felt his world shatter when he saw a single tear roll down Adres’s right cheek, not knowing a vampire was capable of crying.

  “Mac, where are you?” He heard Justice holler.

  Macauley’s heartbeat was so faint that even his Alpha Zenith—who was mentally connected to all shifters—could not find him. He had no choice.

  Adres, don’t leave me, he pleaded through heavy lids.

  Adres! Macauley roared as he watched his mate flash around his room, dressing in his armor and cloak within the blink of an eye.

  Shift!

  Macauley continued to ignore his wolf as it began to force the transformation, having no strength to stop it. His beast would go into survival mode with or without his consent. Macauley blinked sluggishly, and when he opened his eyes again, he was seeing with the Arctic vision of his animal. And even in his greatest form, he still was unable to stand.

  Adres pulled the double-edged, medieval sword concealed within his armor from behind his back. He snapped it in his hand, and the blade extended at least twenty-five inches and lit up the room in an
electric-blue light. Macauley’s howl sounded pitiful when he realized Adres had used his magic to wipe his bedroom clean of his scent and then threw up his shields.

  His mate couldn’t run away now—the sun was still out. If he left now…

  Adres put his lips close to the blade and whispered against the base of gleaming steel. Macauley watched in horror as his mate slung his midnight shawl over his head and leapt out of the window without opening or shattering the glass, disappearing clean through it.

  Macauley was still howling in misery when Justice, Farica, and Aleksei burst through his bedroom door with his betas close behind them. Alek and Justice scanned the room while Farica climbed onto the bed and curled up beside him.

  “Mac, what’s happening? What’s wrong?” She was smothering him with her tranquility, but he didn’t want it. He wanted nothing but to feel the life force of his mate. He dropped his head in his sister’s lap and whined like a fucking lost pup.

  Război practically threw Adres into his cabin and out of the harmful rays of the setting sun. He stumbled across the floor before falling to his hands and knees, feeling as if he was going to be sick. His stomach was full of his cherished’s blood, his winter-earthy taste still fresh on his tongue. Adres felt as if he’d drank enough to sustain him for weeks which meant… My beloved is probably dying right now. He’d reduced a great alpha like Macauley to dribbles and unintelligible sounds. Adres clutched his stomach, wanting to plunge his dagger through it to end the pain and crushing guilt. If Macauley’s wolf hadn’t attacked him… he would have drank until there was nothing left.

  Like a fool, Adres had allowed himself a moment of pleasure, and look what had happened. “Oh gods… have mercy, vă rog. Take my life… not his.”

  The sound of Macauley’s fading howls made him slam his hands over his ears. Adres had lied to himself when he thought he could control his hunger until his curse was lifted. He’d never lain with another, slept beside an individual where he’d had to concern himself with the actions of his slumber. Now, he understood why he’d never had the desire to mate.