Prophesy Book III Page 18

  “I have wanted to do this for a while,” Adres whispered before he licked the vast amount of pre-come that was dripping from Macauley’s slit.

  Macauley had the urge to throw his head back and cry out to the heavens, but he had to witness this. It did something to him—and to his beast—to see such a powerful man ready to submit to him.

  Adres sucked on the head first, tasting with tentative flicks of his tongue until he seemed to get more comfortable. Macauley had one hand on the back of Adres’s head, and the other he used to brace himself against the tree for support, because he was sure his knees were going to give. Ecstasy grasped him, and there was no escape.

  “Ahhh, fuck,” he groaned as Adres went deeper, his teeth grazing the underside of his shaft. Macauley’s thighs begin to shake when he saw Adres’s other hand was inside his pants, moving up and down, pleasuring himself at the same time that he tortured him with his mouth.

  Macauley was embarrassed that he was already close, and his canines were burning with an intensity he didn’t think possible. Now, everything his brothers had said to him about being with his true mate made more sense. Everything was amplified to the tenth power. He was close to pumping his hips and thrusting his cock as far down Adres’s throat as he could, but he was just able to control himself. That hot mouth was an erotic contrast to the cool lips bathing his shaft.

  Macauley ran his hands through Adres’s salt-and-pepper, wavy hair, his fingertips ghosting over the puckered scar behind his ear as he felt his mouth stretch around him. His balls were already tight and threatening to release. “Damnit.”

  Macauley gripped Adres beneath his underarms and pulled him up until his legs straddled his waist. Adres’s head fell to the side, baring his throat as Macauley sucked dark purple marks along his pale skin where his bite would be. His sucking turned to bites that soon morphed to growls as he made his way inside his tent and lowered his mate onto a mound of fur blankets. He was on his knees with his cock in his hand as Adres writhed against the plush covers.

  “If you don’t want me to shred those nice clothes you have on, I suggest you remove them quickly,” Macauley warned.

  Adres licked his lips, his dark eyes on Macauley’s throat.

  “Are you hungry for me, Adres?”

  Adres’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he nodded, his gaze falling to Macauley’s cock. He wasn’t sure what his mate was more ravenous for—his bite, his blood, or his dick. It didn’t matter because he was going to give Adres ample amounts of all of it.

  Adres shed his clothes in record speed, tossing them to the other side of the tent. Macauley wanted to take the time to admire all that pale skin, but he was going to have to reserve that for maybe round three or four.

  “I plan on claiming your body multiple times tonight,” he promised. Adres’s scent of plums and warm nights got stronger and permeated the enclosed space. “I just wanted you to know that.”

  Adres spread his thighs, his long fingers wrapped around his shaft, squeezing but not stroking, as if he couldn’t take the added stimulation. “Alpha.”

  Fuck! How could a title he’d been called his whole life sound as if he’d just heard it for the first time? Macauley’s wolf howled with victory. He wanted this man as he never had, with alarming desperation. He dipped his head and took a long taste of his mate from beneath his tight sac to the head of his cock.

  Adres hissed and arched his back, his head falling to the side as if he wanted to be bitten.

  Macauley’s beast went crazy inside him. His dick hung heavy and wet between his legs, leaking enough slick to satisfy his mate. His body would naturally produce everything that Adres needed and wanted… including blood. And just as he thought it, he felt his life’s essence pulsating through his veins, making him feel that if he didn’t allow Adres to drink soon, he’d explode.

  “Inside me,” Adres pleaded with one hand gripping a fistful of the covers. He spread his thighs wider, and Macauley caught a peek of that dark hole.

  Before round two, he’d plunge his tongue deep inside his cavern and see if he tasted just as sweet there as he did everywhere else. But as of now, his gums ached too much for him to ignore the call to mate a second longer.

  Macauley covered Adres’s body, hiking one of his legs over his shoulder. He lined up his cock and entered him with one long, deep drive, not stopping until his balls were pressed against Adres’s taint and his nails were digging into his back. Oh my gods. He was met with no resistance as Adres took every inch of him without a grimace of discomfort. They were made to fit together.

  Macauley kissed the crook of Adres’s knee where it rested on his shoulder before he dropped all of his weight on top of him, taking that last inch of depth.

  Adres began to murmur a string of foreign curses and noises that sounded sexy and vengeful at the same time. Macauley rocked his hips at a measured speed as he wanted to savor every smooth glide into his mate, but a frenzy was already stirring inside him. They’d waited too long to do this, and now he was losing his weak grip on the reins of his control.

  He groaned with his cheek pressed against Adres’s temple when he wrapped both of his legs around his lower back and pulled him in tighter. It seemed his mate couldn’t get enough either, so Macauley had to give him more. He slid both hands beneath Adres’s hips and squeezed his ass as he began to thrust faster. He massaged his stretched hole with his fingertips, needing to touch where they were connected.

  “More, mai mult, beloved. More.” Adres curled his upper body into him, burying his face in his throat. “Deeper.”

  Macauley was as deep as he was going to go. He buried himself to the hilt and ground their pelvises together, earning him a long hiss that morphed into an erotic moan. “Is that how deep you want me?”

  “Deeper.”

  Fuck.

  Adres gripped Macauley’s face, looking into his eyes. “Inside of me. All the way.”

  His mate spoke as if he was in exquisite pain, but Macauley understood Adres’s fractured words. He wanted Macauley to be inside him not only physically… but mentally as well. And how could he deny him?

  He braced his elbows on the sides of Adres’s head and leaned in to brush a kiss against his scarred cheek. He eased out a fraction before he missed the warmth and was sucked back inside. Adres caught Macauley’s bottom lip between his teeth, and a jolt of pleasure tore through his chest when he felt a sharp fang prick him just enough to draw a few drops of blood.

  Macauley jerked his hips, losing his composure as his mate’s elixir flooded lower and lower until it attacked every nerve. Adres sucked on his mouth as if it was an appetizer to his main course. Macauley released some of his own energy as he entered Adres’s core with even greater ease than before. He went directly towards the light that was infused with goodness and enchantment as he connected them in mind, body, and spirit.

  Adres was full, inside and out. He had never had a cock inside him Sure, he’d had lovers, and if he happened to have an orgasm while getting blood-drunk off his partners, then it was an added sensation. But there had never been a need for more. Not like this. What he had with Macauley felt as necessary and critical as his next breath.

  Macauley’s spirit linked with his, and it was as if the rest of him was finally whole. Complete. He didn’t know what noises he made as his cherished ravaged him with his thick cock, burrowing into places that made him cry out and his dick leak. Macauley’s rough breaths were in his ear, but in his mind, he heard his thoughts as if he’d spoken them aloud.

  Mine, mine, mine, Macauley accented with each thrust.

  I am yours, Alpha.

  Macauley shook, groaning just as loud as him as a tsunami of pleasure crashed over them. Adres was not only stimulated by how amazing it was to be filled with Macauley’s length, but he could also feel a tight restriction on his cock as if he was the one doing the fucking. He didn’t have to jerk himself off as Macauley gripped him to his body, his hips taking on a frantic rhythm that made Adres’s toes cur
l. The double pleasure was indescribable, their unique bond beyond comprehension.

  “I can feel how much you love me inside you.” Macauley spasmed.

  Macauley’s dick grew even thicker inside him and began to pulse against a bundle of nerves that made his cock jerk as he shot long ropes of come between their stomachs. Adres was glad they were so high in the mountains that no one could hear how loudly he called out to the heavens. Macauley was still thrusting and grinding against him, prolonging his orgasm and extending his own, their mind and spirit still connected as one.

  Adres’s body went from strung as tight as a guitar string to submissive and pliant as he sensed his mate’s animal spirit coaxing him to submit. There was little more he could manage to do after he lost command of his legs as they slid off Macauley’s sweaty body and splayed open like an eagle’s wings. It was liberating as he allowed Macauley to position him just how he wanted before a possessive growl tore from his throat. Adres was unable to speak intelligible words as he braced for Macauley’s orgasm that he felt just as intensely as his own. He didn’t know if he could take any more, so he gave up and submitted.

  Macauley slammed against his sensitive ass a final time as his channel was filled with a warmth he felt all over. Adres shuddered through Macauley’s orgasm, triggering more to dribble from his own slit. His eyes were closed when he heard his cherished’s garbled voice as he spoke around his large canines.

  “Mate.”

  Adres opened his eyes wide as Macauley gripped him behind his head and bit into the crook of his neck above his jugular. The heat around them intensified as every part of Macauley that made him so good saturated his soul. A knot of emotion burned at the center of his core, and he felt their link solidify for eternity as Macauley drank from him in large, greedy mouthfuls. Adres kept his head turned, his throat stretched, never wanting the claiming to stop. He could have sworn his balls were depleted and he had no fluids left, but as Macauley lapped at his mark with the flat of his tongue, taking careful care to close it, Adres’s dick pulsed with interest.

  He felt as if he was in his own trance. He knew his elixir had the power to do that, but it appeared that Macauley’s bite did as well. Adres struggled to open his eyes when Macauley eased out of him, a rumble of refusal escaping his lips.

  Already he wanted his beloved back inside him.

  I will… soon, Macauley answered Adres’s inner thought before he covered him in enough fur covers to keep the cool air from touching his naked flesh.

  Adres. Are you in slumber?

  Adres was damn close, but it was only around four in the morning. He shouldn’t have been thinking of sleep for another few hours, but with his body so sated, he didn’t want to move.

  No. Just being.

  Macauley ran his fingers through Adres’s hair, his blunt nails scratching his scalp. He heard the faint howls of wolves and the rattling of leaves from the frigid wind whipping around their tent. Macauley had one heavy leg draped over him and his face buried in his throat near his mark. Adres’s light shone brighter and stronger with his beloved’s soul intertwined with his own.

  He moaned as Macauley’s teeth grazed his skin, sparking his nerves like live wires. He was maneuvered onto his back, his thickening cock already starting to tent the velvety blankets. His beloved’s weight was impressive and comforting as he settled on top of him. Macauley’s dick was solid again, but Adres didn’t recall it ever going down. He was suffocated with the scent of pine and mulberry as Macauley palmed the back of his head and lifted his mouth to his throat. He could hear the blood rushing to the surface, turning Macauley’s throat a delicious shade of crimson.

  Bite, Macauley demanded through their fresh bond, his rough voice sending passion roaring through Adres’s veins.

  What his alpha commanded… he would do. Always. Adres’s fangs had dropped the moment Macauley slid all that nakedness on top of him, pressing him into the earth. Macauley clenched a handful of Adres’s hair as he sank his teeth into his warm flesh, flooding him with his elixir just before he took a long, thirsty swallow.

  Adres moaned at the deliciousness. Macauley’s blood was even richer and bolder than before. He didn’t know if it was the full moon or if this was how it would always be. Macauley cursed and encouraged him to keep drinking as his sweet essence poured down Adres’s throat and coated his stomach.

  “Yes. Just like that,” Macauley panted, lining his dick up to his hole and gliding back inside.

  Aye, futu-i, Adres grunted in ecstasy and held on, but he didn’t stop drinking, and Macauley’s blood never stopped flowing. He was wrapped around his beloved’s body like a snake, his fangs buried as deep as he could get them, while his ass was pounded in a way that brought him to the brink of delirium. Then Macauley penetrated his mind.

  Adres finally had to pull back so he could let out his cry of pleasure as he came over and over from Macauley’s thoughts.

  Your ass is so tight and perfect. Macauley thrust, his eyes boring into his. Adres could feel the snug heat around his own spent cock, causing it to spasm and twitch. I could fuck you all night.

  Yes! Deeper. Adres had wanted his own special connection with his mate, and he had it.

  Macauley’s rhythm faltered as Adres added his own nasty thoughts through their link. He pictured himself on his knees, taking his beloved’s cock down his throat again before Macauley bent him over and took him hard from behind.

  I’ll sex you any way you want, Adres. Macauley’s voice was husky, his dick getting heavier inside him as he stilled and shuddered through another orgasm, filling Adres until his come was running down the inside of his thigh.

  So full was Adres’s last intoxicated thought as he was pulled into Macauley’s damp chest and allowed slumber to claim him.

  Macauley fell asleep after watching Adres slumber for a couple of hours. He’d looked so damn sexy when he was mated and well fucked. While Adres’s skin was still pale and scarred, his skin had shone like a rare pearl under the moon’s light, and Macauley had just managed to control his animalistic instincts.

  Macauley yawned and stretched his fatigued limbs. It’d been a long night, and according to his hard dick, it wasn’t over. He rolled over and reached for Adres, but his palm hit nothing but empty space. He popped one eye open and glanced around the modest-sized tent, but he wasn’t in there.

  The hell. It was broad daylight… had he left before the sun came up? But he thought that—

  I’m right here, beloved. Adres sighed.

  Macauley’s grinned from ear to ear. They didn’t have an ordinary mating link where they could speak to each other telepathically. No. With their bond, they didn’t have to speak at all for the other to hear them. Macauley had wondered where his mate was, and Adres had answered.

  He grabbed a large bottle of water from the cooler his betas had packed for him and took a few gulps to quench his parched throat. He unzipped the tent and sucked in a sharp breath at the gust of cold wind that blew inside. This was his favorite part of their land, but it was also the highest point, therefore the coldest. His wolf was Siberian, so he relished the winter, but even his fur wasn’t invincible to snow. Ice melted and dripped like dew from the trees as Macauley threw a heavy chinchilla throw over his shoulders and stepped out into the morning sun streaming through the sparse canopy of pine trees.

  Macauley was aware that when vampires mated with a human or a shifter, they were no longer restricted to the night. Nature had designed it so that they would be compatible with their life partner for the rest of their days. But he was still overwhelmed when he saw Adres standing naked near the edge of the cliff with his arms stretched out wide as if he was about to do a swan dive into the waterfall. It wasn’t only the awe of seeing him in the daylight; it was the sheer elation that Macauley could feel like an aura. Adres was damn-near glowing, his presence so warm and welcoming that it took Macauley a minute to notice the wildlife that had gathered around.

  Birds chirped and sang louder than h
e’d ever heard before, and squirrels scurried past his feet in a spirited game of chase. Rabbits made fresh hopping tracks through the snow as they munched on twigs and conifer needles. There was a family of white-tailed deer foraging for blueberries only a few yards away, while Adres stood amongst it all… as if he’d made it happen. The closer Macauley got to him, the warmer the air became until he was standing within Adres’s wind, which he summoned from the west.

  He wrapped his arms around Adres from behind and rested his cheek against the back of his head. Macauley had seen many sunrises, enough that he didn’t noticed them anymore. Shame. He couldn’t help but wonder what it must feel like to experience the sun’s rays on his skin for the first time in almost two thousand years.

  “I can only describe it as being reborn.” Adres answered the thoughts in Macauley’s mind.

  He squeezed Adres’s waist, nuzzling the side of his throat. His mate shuddered when he brushed his lips across the mark over his pulse that would never fade.

  “This far exceeds any magic I could ever possess, for there is no one more powerful than the sun god,” Adres whispered as if he was praying. “So selfless in his grace and giving.”

  “Did these animals come out when you did?” Macauley caught sight of two eagles hovering above them.

  “I wish it was me that they were attracted to.” Adres leaned into him, his face still tilted towards the blue sky. “It’s the warmth. Your winters are long here. I think they are just trying to soak up as much heat as they can.”

  “Winter is almost over. This is usually the last of the snow for the season.”

  “And then comes spring.”

  “Your favorite season,” Macauley declared, sensing it as more warmth seeped beneath his skin. Macauley let the thick blanket fall from his shoulders and relied on his mate to keep him from freezing. He licked a searing path from Adres’s shoulder to his throat. “Your skin feels warm with the sun on it.”

  Thank you. A gift from my cherished.