Prophesy 3: His Righteousness by A.E. Via

 

 

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.