The Bringer of Wrath

by A. E. Via

  Bell climbed on top of Alek and straddled his pelvis, making sure their cocks were nestled against each other. Alek grabbed Bell’s waist with both hands and stared up at him. He was so damn sexy from that angle. His face warm and open with affection, those lust-filled, dark eyes burning him up as a curtain of black hair fell around him. Instead of lying on him, Bell rose to a seated position, his hands almost moving in slow motion, going to the first button of his silky shirt. One by one, he undid each button until the shirt was spread open, revealing nothing but clean, unblemished, ivory skin over defined pecs and abs. Alek gently ran the pad of his thumb along the puckered skin on the tiny, three-inch-long incision that no longer appeared toxic. Bell was healed. They could go home now.

  Alek sat up and hugged Bell to him. That scar would forever be a reminder of how close his mate had come to death. He tilted his head back and let Bell seek out his mouth, opening and allowing him to explore him deeply. His mate loved kissing him. Loved when Alek groaned loudly and sucked hard on his lip, and especially loved when their tongues met then dragged over each other.

  “Alek.” Bell ground his ass down on him, those tight cheeks nestling his cock right in the middle.

  Oh fuck. Alek took over Bell’s movements, rocking him back and forth, adding a sharp thrust when he pulled him forward. He dropped his head and stared down at their hips rocking wantonly together, keeping the rhythm slow and lazy. Alek wanted to let this go on forever. But they didn’t have that long. Not over here. Alek wanted to take Bell in his bed where everything around them was familiar. They were on high alert here. He couldn’t get lost in a mate haze. Alek slowed the kiss to a stop, but Bell wasn’t having it. He went after Alek’s mouth, wrapping both arms around his head and pulling him back to him. “Don’t stop.”

  “You know how much I want this.” Alek hissed when Bell raked his sharp fangs across his jaw. “Ugh, god, you know I fuckin’ do. But, I… I want it to be right. Let me take you home first.”

  Bell pressed forward as if Alek wasn’t speaking a language he understood. They kissed some more, Alek having a hard time refusing what Bell was so desperately offering. He wanted to be claimed. How the hell did he say no to that?

  “I’m yours, Aleksei. I want to submit to you right now,” Bell urged, gripping handfuls of Alek’s hair, pulling his head towards his throat.

  Alek’s chest rumbled when Bell threw his head back, letting it loll to the side, exposing a long pulsing vein. He licked a long path up that slender neck, sucking a deep red mark beneath Bell’s ear lobe.

  “Bite.” Bell snarled.

  “Soon, baby. I promise. But not here. Not like this.” Alek put some distance between them, noting Bell’s disappointment, but he’d forgive him when he saw what Alek had planned back at his little cabin in the mountains. A bed of fur blankets in front of a blazing fire, fragrant flowers, champagne, and lots of uninterrupted privacy. He’d show Bell the type of mating he—

  The air was knocked out of him as Bell used his enhanced strength to drive Alek’s back to the bed, and pinned him with one hand to his chest. Bell’s eyes flashed with energy, right before he used his other hand to yank Alek’s head to the side, forcing the baring of his throat then dove down and clamped his teeth over his jugular.

  Alek froze. His hands at his sides, his chest heaving.

  Bell held him there, not moving, his teeth not breaking skin but regardless, the bite wasn’t a teasing one… it was a challenging one.

  Alek could feel Wolf’s dislike and his urge to show Belleron who the real alpha was and who’d be doing the claiming. It took an extreme amount of control and effort for Alek not to do what came instinctively. With his jaw tight enough to snap, Alek ground out through clenched teeth. “You tell whoever told you do this, that it was very ill-advised.”

  Bell still had his teeth on Alek’s throat, and the slight growl and shake he added to the bite had Alek flipping his mate to his back and shredding his expensive night wear with a few quick swipes of his claws. Bell gasped, as Alek stared down at his naked body on display and the predatory way he was glaring at him.

  There were two things that were certain in Bell’s mind at the moment. One—Wrath had set him up big time. He’d said Bell’s bite would get Alek revved to go, but he surely never told him that biting him in that manner during his mate-lust would be a direct challenge. And two—he was certain that Alek was about to devour and claim him.

  “You like to do things dangerously, don’t you, Belleron.” Alek’s voice was laced with possessiveness and control. He leaned in and pressed his forehead against Bell’s jaw, nudging him aggressively, “Your challenge is accepted.”

  Oh gods. That was not what he was going for at all. Bell swallowed the lump of nerves when Alek dug his blunt nails into his thighs, spreading them wide, taking his time while he surveyed every inch of his body. Bell wasn’t sure if he’d ever catch his breath again as his pulse pounded erratically. Alek appeared to be in control, but the hungry gleam was still present in his pale blue eyes. Bell slowly began to lift his hand, wanting to touch Alek’s sweaty chest, but his wrist was gripped and forced back to his side.

  “Don’t move… until I say,” Alek growled.

  Bell shuddered at Alek’s deep voice. His back arched and a long slick trail of pre-come hung from the tip of his cock to his stomach. Oh hell. Whether Alek knew it or not, he was giving Bell just what he wanted. It was nice that his cherished thought he needed to be claimed in a plush, king-sized bed with soft music serenading him as Alek took him delicately. Well, screw that. He wasn’t a female, he was a vampire, an alpha-one just like his mate and he wanted to be treated that way. Like a man.

  Alek dropped his head and wrapped his full lips around Bell’s cock, and sucked him in a way that suggested he wasn’t going for finesse. The shout that left Bell’s mouth was probably heard throughout the small cottage and beyond its walls. His beloved was taking and Bell had no choice but to comply and show his submission. Bell moaned Alek’s name, over and over, his legs moving back and forth, up and down, as Alek went down all the way to the base and sucked him harder. He did it as if he was an expert. And when Bell acted like he wanted to move or squirm, Alek pinned him with a heavy forearm over his chest. Bell couldn’t remember the last time this had been done to him, or if it’d ever been done that good.

  Bell’s hands were held at his sides while Alek bobbed up and down on his cock, the sound of slurping and smacking as Alek laved at his sac had him almost shooting right in his face.

  “I’m going to come, Alek,” Bell moaned, trying his best to hold it in but knowing he couldn’t. “Let me touch you.”

  Alek’s gaze crept across his chest and neck before it landed on his face. The passion and fire he saw reflected back at him made Bell leak even more. Alek climbed up his body until his face was over his, until their lips were touching. “You’re making me feel good. So good. I wanna touch.” He’d never had to beg anyone for anything, however he had no pride here, he’d grovel if need be.

  His hole clenched when Alek pressed all that thick hardness under his sac, nudging the wide head against his opening, teasing Bell with the pleasure that was right at his door. His legs shook when Alek rocked his hips back and forth. Bell spread his legs wide and tilted his head as his pulse beat as hard as a bass drum. He was doing it without thought. Bell was in love with his alpha, no doubt about it and he wanted to belong to him. Hell, he already did. When Alek had crossed that ocean for him, he knew. Knew he was the one. “Alek, I’m yours. I’m all yours.”

  “Yes,” Alek groaned, rutting harder. “Submit to me.”

  He didn’t know how much more he needed to do. He understood now that he’d issued a challenge to his mate, but he’d had his throat bared for a long time and hadn’t tried to resist, so he was wondering what was taking so long. Alek was dripping his sweet essence all over his sensitive sac, down his taint and coating his opening with slickness. Bell started to twist and writhe, needing to turn over, nee
ding to give his ass willingly, desperately. While Alek kept him caged within his muscular arms, he did allow him to turn over, and he wasted no time raising his ass to meet Alek’s hot shaft. And gods, was it fucking hot, singeing his cool cheeks.

  “That’s it,” Alek rumbled. He was still, watching Bell present for him.

  Bell moved his hair over one shoulder so there’d be no obstruction as he got onto his knees just enough to beg for it—Alek not giving him much room to maneuver. Bell didn’t think his body could heat up any more as he waited impatiently for Alek to breach him, to pound him, to own him. A fine sheen of sweat covered his body, not sure if it was from Alek’s warmth or his own. Bitches went in heat, not male vampires, but damn if Bell’s asshole wasn’t spasming and calling out to be filled. And Bell had no shame, moaning over and over, “Please. Please, Aleksei.”

  Alek pressed his face into Bell’s neck, sucking a mark there as he kept nudging forward, his crown deliciously spreading Bell’s outer ring muscles an inch at a time. When he tried to push back for more, Alek held him down with his bulk and clamped his teeth over his shoulder. “Yes!” Bell hollered at the domination of his alpha, his ass heating up the deeper Alek got. Bell wanted him to plunge in to the hilt, make him feel the stretch and quick bite of pain before it faded away. He wanted that, wanted his lover to make him feel that good hurt.

  Bell gripped the edge of the bed, pressing his chest into the mattress, his ass ready for the taking. But Alek was moving too slow. Wanting all of it, Bell jerked his hips backwards, taking some more, his eyes rolling at the forced stretch.

  Alek growled and slammed his hips against Bell’s cheeks, thrusting the last half of his cock so deep inside him Bell saw a flash of light dance behind his lids. Alek stilled, keeping himself buried and his pelvis sealed to Bell’s moist cheeks. His eyes flew open when his chin was gripped and pulled. Alek snarled against the side of his face. “Are you still challenging me, Belleron?”

  “No, no, I’m not. I swear. I just need all of you,” he whined, not recognizing his own voice. Alek’s body was so hot, his breath, his voice, even his cock ignited his insides, and Bell could feel the start of his orgasm building already. He couldn’t get his hand between his pelvis and the mattress to stroke himself, and thought he’d have to resort to groveling, but Alek pulled out and drove back into him, pegging a spot inside that’d been neglected for so long he’d forgotten it existed. Bell arched into Alek, his hole clenching.

  “Mmmhmm,” Alek moaned in a deep bass that vibrated his spine. “This how you wanted me, Belleron? All of it.” Alek pounded him good and hard, exactly how he’d begged for it. The friction came as his body was jostled from Alek’s powerful thrust.

  Yes ,yes, yes. Bell made sounds he’d never thought he was capable of, holding onto the mattress for purchase, his legs spread so wide he felt an ache in his hamstrings. Yes, yes, yes. No one could make him ache so fucking good.

  Alek’s rhythm turned frantic as Bell felt him give into the urgency. Alek pulled Bell’s orgasm to the surface by persistently rubbing that thick shaft over his spot. He felt it the moment he could no longer hold it, the moment he could no longer think rationally. The pleasure was all-consuming and he felt everything that was Alek. His extreme craving to be claimed attacked his mind and body with a vengeance. Bell didn’t fight the rush, didn’t resist the yearning to belong to Aleksei Volkov. His mind went quiet, reduced to nothing except his alpha’s needs. His body went completely limp as he slumped farther into the mattress, his every bone loose and pliant. Without thought, he lay there waiting, aching, needing, thirsting… for his alpha.

  One hundred percent, submissive.

  Alek roared and plunged so deep into Bell he thought he’d lose consciousness.

  My mate! Mine!

  Alek had been waiting for that exact moment—the instant Bell instinctively gave his submission. He was glad he hadn’t been forced to wait much longer, because Alek wasn’t sure he could hold back anymore. Bell’s ass was tighter than he’d imagined, as if the man had never had anyone back there. Alek didn’t ask, and he didn’t want to know. It didn’t matter because Bell’s sexy, sleek body was all his now to do as he chose. His mate gave him no struggle as he dropped his head and let it fall to the side. Alek could smell Bell’s sweet arousal, couldn’t stop pumping his hips as his mate trembled underneath him. Defenseless against his lust for him.

  “I’m coming,” Bell whispered, sounding wrecked and broken as Alek felt him surge tightly around the base of his dick.

  Alek’s gums burned as his canines dropped and his back went rigid. His orgasm slammed into him, as he plunged in one final time and buried himself as deep as he could inside Bell’s warm heaven. The first spurt of his seed caused a powerful jolt to lash through him as nature took hold, making him sink his sharp teeth into the dip in Bell’s throat between his neck and his shoulder. He scarcely heard Bell’s cries of ecstasy over the deafening roar in his own ears as his cock emptied again and again, spasming with each drop. Alek wasn’t sure what felt better; the way Bell’s long, drawn-out orgasm was squeezing the fuck out of his shaft, or how wonderful it felt to finally have his mate’s blood pouring down his throat.

  He felt it when their souls combined and became one, linking them for eternity. Alek’s bite slowly receded and he began to lick and lave at the beautiful mark he’d left on Bell’s neck. A mark that all would see and know who Belleron Liatos belonged to. With his eyes closed, Alek nestled his mouth against Bell’s cheek, working on slowing his labored breaths. His body pulsed with adrenaline and excitement. He felt so whole and new. Already, he could see into the deepest recesses of Bell’s warm soul and could search the tiniest crevices of his heart. Alek gasped when he found himself there. Already. Bell loved him.

  Alek smoothed his hand over Bell’s long hair then kissed him reverently. He took a relaxed breath and opened his eyes, “I love you too, baby.” Alek poured all the adoration he felt for his mate into their unbreakable link. “I chased you to the other side of the world for this. You’re everything to me, Bell.”

  Bell’s sharp inhale made Alek smile. It was amazing to have this connection with Bell now. Anytime, anywhere, on or under the earth, they could feel each other. Never again would he have to search for his mate.

  “Aleksei,” Bell sighed.

  His voice sound wonderful, like a sexy melody in his head. “Yes.” Alek eased out halfway, his dick still three-quarters solid and dripping.

  “My gods. Unnnnnnnnh.” Bell straightened his legs and Alek drove in at another angle, loving the sensual noises Bell wasn’t shy of making.

  “That good?” Alek groaned, already knowing the answer, his cock extra- sensitive. “Want some more?”

  “Yes.” Bell didn’t hesitate.

  Alek pulled out just enough so he could flip Bell over. He couldn’t believe how striking his mate looked after a thorough fuck. His tresses were thick and wild spread across the white sheet. Bell’s face was flushed a faint, peach color, his stern features softened and open. Alek almost came undone when Bell’s lids lowered and a serene smile tugged at his parted lips.

  Fuck. Alek’s cock thickened more, and he wasted no time plunging back inside, Bell’s back arching when he bottomed out. From that second on it was as if they were making up for lost time. Alek wasn’t sure if his rhythm was on point on not, but the way Bell was crying and moaning his name, he didn’t feel the need to switch it up.

  Oh shit. Alek growled, dipping to kiss Bell hard on his slack mouth. He flicked his tongue inside, running the flat of it along one of those sharp fangs. “Damn, baby,” he said after Bell finished sucking the appendage, then piercing him shallowly along his collarbone, lapping at the trickles of blood that ran down his chest. It was all so erotic and long overdue. Bell continued to graze him, ejecting his elixir as he sucked passionate marks along Alek’s throat. It wasn’t long before he was groaning at the onslaught of another powerful orgasm.

  Alek inhaled deeply. He thought
that he’d craved Bell’s scent before they mated, but his new fragrance was driving him insane. His mate smelled just like him, mixed with lemon and oranges and a woodsy plant that Alek loved that grew near his cabin. A mixture of all the scents he associated with home. Peace.

  Bell gripped Alek’s shoulders and pulled him close. He knew what Bell wanted, could feel it as much as he felt his own desires. He wanted Alek to cover him and cloak him with his scent. He wasn’t the only one getting turned on by the smell of their new DNA. Bell wanted to bite him and feed while Alek fucked him long and good. Yes, he could sense it all. He went up onto his elbows and tilted his head, while driving deep inside Bell’s slickness. With his face buried in the side of Bell’s head, he got lost in the wildness of all that hair as Bell pierced his artery with as much grace and precision as the first time, making it so goddamn good.

  “Yes, drink.” Alek grunted, snapping his hips in tempo with Bell’s sucking. It was remarkable how amazing Bell could make that feel. Alek’s dick throbbed and hardened to its full girth so fast it made his head dizzy… or was that his mate-lust?

  “You taste so good, beloved. I love you so much. I need you so much.” Bell’s voice cracked, sounding tortured as he started to suck desperately, clinging to Alek’s neck. The alpha in Alek roared to the forefront. He’d give his mate all that he needed, always. And fuck if Alek’s blood didn’t pump harder, faster.

  He wanted to prolong their orgasms and enjoy being between Bell’s toned thighs and face-to-face. But once Bell started sucking on his neck as if he was starving, he knew he was done. The second nut was just as good as the first. He yelled Bell’s name, both of his hands weaving into that long mane and clutching while Bell kept pumping his blood to the surface and draining him of the intense pressure, just before it drove him crazy. He came some more when Bell’s cock—untouched—began shooting his seed in between them, filling the room with a potent aroma that intoxicated him. Their grinding bodies rubbed the come into their skin. Bell moaned in sweet agony, slowing his drinking but not stopping, all while he ground against Alek’s pelvis.