Prophesy 3: His Righteousness by A.E. Via
Macauley came to an abrupt stop, his betas almost stumbling to the ground behind him from the force of the quake. Adres stood just beyond the entrance to his cabin, glaring at him as if he could eat him alive. It made Macauley’s cock press against the front of his denims.
“I would advise you not to threaten me with your touch, young wolf.”
“What the fuckin’ hell?” Bundy gaped as he steadied himself. “Man. Did you just like… fly over here.”
A triumphant grin stretched across Macauley’s face. He didn’t take his eyes off Adres when he told his betas, “Can you guys leave us, please? Adres and I need to clear the air.”
“‘Clear the air’?” Adres echoed as Macauley’s betas left them to their misunderstanding.
If Adres only knew how sexy he was when he attempting to be menacing, he wouldn’t question why Macauley couldn’t keep his hands to himself. Maybe it would lessen in intensity when they were fully mated. Because even now, he was just restraining himself from throwing Adres over his shoulder and hauling him upstairs. His mate’s powers were manifesting daily, and it was such a turn-on for him that maybe he was taking things a little far.
Okay, so fondling Adres’s balls under the table in a room full of officials was perhaps a bit much. He was still learning how old-fashioned his mate was, and if he didn’t like to make a spectacle of himself in public, then Macauley should at least try to respect that.
Adres’s steps were calculated as he came towards him. His hood was low over his face, meant to protect his identity, but Macauley was able to see through it now. Dark eyes glared at him as if he were a target, his movements languid, wistful, and borderline seductive. Goose bumps ran down his nape as he got swept up in the warm breeze blowing around his face. It was a freezing winter evening, and the mountains held a fresh cap of overnight snow, but the wind seeping into his soul felt as if it was coming off the desert sands of Arizona.
Macauley’s throat went dry at the enticing smell of him. And you want me to keep my hands off you when you can make me feel like this.
Adres didn’t stop advancing until he was close enough to graze his fingertips across Macauley’s abs, making the muscles clench as he pushed some of his light into him. He bit his bottom lip and threw his head back, his eyes on the moon as he accepted Adres’s power inside him. Macauley’s stomach fluttered with excitement like when he was about to shift and race. He pictured himself on a tropical beach as heat broke through the chill and encompassed his spirit. Macauley pushed his own energy towards it, and the moment Adres’s light touched his, a surge of electricity shot through his veins as ecstasy exploded inside him.
They were the perfect match.
“Put your hands on me, wolf,” Adres commanded, his voice masculine and powerful
Gods, fuck, he liked the way Adres said that. His mate had lasted a grand total of ten minutes without his touch. Macauley gripped Adres around his waist and lowered his head until his mouth hovered near his ear. He slid his hand under the soft material of his hood and touched his jaw. “Say it again.”
“Macauley,” Adres warned, his voice dropping lower until it was just a breathy gust of air across his Adam’s apple. “Touch me now. Everywhere.”
Macauley’s last reserves snapped as he yanked Adres in harder, his body going pliant as he tilted his head in the opposite direction. “When I come down from that mountain in the morning, I’ll count the hours until you wake… until I make you mine.”
Adres did a terrible job of hiding how much that thought excited him. He gripped the back of Macauley’s neck and wrapped both legs around his waist. Macauley didn’t have to hold him up or even support his back as Adres ground his hard dick into his stomach.
The need throbbing between his thighs drowned out his rational thought as he slammed his mouth over Adres’s slack lips. With every flick of his tongue against his, Adres’s godlike taste saturated his rational senses. He delved for more sweet plum nectar as Adres clumsily returned his kiss.
“No,” Adres objected. “I want you now.”
And his mate had the nerve to call him insatiable. Well, Macauley wasn’t the one riding the wind and humping him like a madman. But after the spat they’d just had, Macauley was relieved that he wasn’t the only one feeling the way he did. As if there was nothing more important than them becoming one.
“Give me something, a mark, anything, for tonight.” Adres ordered and there was no way he could refuse.
Macauley nudged at Adres’s throat, licking his cool skin before he bit him hard enough over his pulse to leave a possessive purple bruise. The discoloration would heal almost instantly, but his deep-rooted tooth marks would remain a couple hours.