Prophesy 3: His Righteousness by A.E. Via

 

 

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 he’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.

You’re welcome.

Macauley was trying to ignore his cock nestling between Adres’s ass cheeks, but the longer they stood there basking in the morning light, surrounded by nature, desire continued to coil in his sac. Adres hummed in agreement as Macauley pressed his palm in the center of his back and bent him forward. With a firm hold on his mate’s hips, he eased inside him and took him with enough vigor and passion that it made the animals scurry away.

His orgasm hit him fast but he held on tight as he ground his pelvis against Adres’s ass, not wanting a drop of his seed to be wasted. He wanted his mate to be saturated with his scent so that another wolf couldn’t stand to be near him.

Give me more, beloved. Fill me up.

Macauley went down on his knees, taking Adres with him. After they came apart in each other’s arms again and again, Macauley drifted into a peaceful nap. He didn’t stir again until he heard his betas running towards him. He and Adres were still lying on the ground in the melted snow, still encased by the warmth of Adres’s light, when he suddenly popped his head up.

It’s okay. It’s just Bundy, Rich, and Anna.

But I’m naked! Adres yelled in dismay before he flashed into the tent as Macauley’s betas came into sight. He didn’t bother running. He felt too damn good to move, so he reclined back and tucked his hands behind his head.

His betas had stupid, shit-eating grins on their faces as they began to pack up his belongings to return to his cabin.

“Go ahead and say it,” Macauley grumbled with his eyes still closed.

“So, how was it?” Bundy was the first to speak up.

“Cover that shit up, please.” Anna tossed a pair of sweats at Macauley’s half-hard cock.

Rich chuckled. “Yeah, man, so tell us. Did you guys make the mountain move?”

Macauley shook his head at them. “A real man doesn’t brag. A simple congratulations is all you guys need to say.”

I thought the earth moved.

Macauley smirked as he realized he was already in love with his mate. You better get dressed; Rich is about to take the tent down.