Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 94234 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94234 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
“Well, no one has come forward yet. I won’t have anyone forced into this position, Lord Vega.” Bell stood, taking Alek’s hand. “The person who’ll stand as my guard has to come to me willingly.”
“Yes, my Lord,” Ramon said, then he was gone.
“You still have some evening left, Bell. Go home. Tomorrow’s another day,” Wick told him, kissing his cheek.
He’d taken his time with his grooming while Alek got a small fire going in the bedroom fireplace. His beloved hadn’t said much on the way back to his cabin, and he hadn’t instigated any more touching. Bell was unsure if Alek was in the mood to take their minds off the needs of their people for now and salvage the rest of their night or not. He set his brush on the countertop and slowly approached Alek lying on the far side of the bed. He was about to remove his robe but didn’t want to be presumptuous.
He slid up against Alek’s muscular back and kissed him at the top of his spine. “Are you okay?” he whispered.
“Just thinking how I’m going to fix this,” Alek grumbled.
“You don’t have to fix it all in one night, and you don’t have to do it alone.”
Alek kissed Bell’s palm when he placed it on his chest. “I know.” Alek started to work his way out of Bell’s hug.
“Where are you going?” Bell sighed.
“Bathroom. I’ll be right back.”
Bell laid flat on his stomach. Bloody hell. He tucked his hair behind his ear and buried his nose in the spot Alek had been lying in. His body reacted to the scent of his mate’s soap and the natural outdoors. Mmmm. He turned to stare at the fire as the flames started to dwindle after a several minutes. Alek was taking a while. Bell must’ve got lost in the smell of burning wood and the flickering of the embers, because he startled when the fire suddenly blazed back to life.
He tried to catch his breath when he saw a dark, striking figure standing across the room, most of his body hidden from the fire’s illumination. Bell glanced towards the flames then back to the corner of the bedroom. His voice was husky when he whispered, “If you knew how much I needed you, you’d come to me now, Ira.”
“I’m here,” Wrath said, his baritone so much richer and deeper. “Your alpha is curled around Wolf, sleeping. The cries of the wounded are toxic to a compassionate heart.”
“Thank you,” Bell whispered. This was what he was going to have to get accustomed to. But, it somehow felt as if Alek, Wolf and Wrath were the ones in sync with him. Bell needed tonight too.
“I’ve been working on something for you.”
Bell watched as Wrath walked past the fireplace, the flames licking up as if to touch him. Bell swallowed thickly. “Something for me?”
“Yes. Your touch is so special… I wanted to touch you back.”
Hell yes! Wrath could put his hands anywhere he wanted. Bell’s tongue caught in his throat when Wrath stood at the foot of the bed and extended one hand in his direction. He couldn’t believe his eyes as Wrath manipulated his heat into a simmering ball of energy and sent it floating in Bell’s direction. “Oh my god.” The first bite of heat that touched his leg sent a shock of bliss straight up his spine. Wrath slowly rotated his hand in another direction and created a second mass of waves and sent that one gliding through the air and landing on Bell’s throat. “Ohhhh.” Bell moaned when the energy slithered over his chest and right across his nipple. His dick hardened to full girth and peeked from beneath his robe.
“I see this feels good to you, Belleron.” Wrath’s eyes glowed brighter than the fire. “You look enticing riding my waves. They’re not only generated for pain. For you, little bird, I can make them give pleasure.”
“Only for me?” Bell liked the sound of that. He stared down his body, struggling to catch his breath as the energy moved beneath his robe.
“Yes,” Wrath said, stirring the magic down his stomach to his groin. “Would you like to be touched here?”
Bell arched his back when a blanket of heat, as hot as Wrath’s breath covered his leaking head. He grabbed his dick, wanting the sensation to stay right there. “Fuck, Ira. Yes. Touch me more.”
Wrath laughed cunningly. “I like you swearing in my name.”
“Come here. I want you in bed with me… on top of me,” Bell confessed. The swathes of erotic energy were no longer enough. He wanted Wrath’s touch marking his skin.
Wrath climbed onto the bed stalking over to him. “Tell me what you want. I’ve never done this, Belleron. With anyone. No one has wanted me this way.”
“I do. I want you so badly, every part of me.” The heatwaves vanished, and Bell waited for Wrath’s hands to replace them. He wanted to be overwhelmed by his power and divinity. Wanted Wrath to pound it into him. Bell started to squirm when his robe was pulled open. He was speechless, helpless. He used their link and sent Wrath an image of him letting all that brawn rest on top of him. Then he wanted to get lost in that beautiful gaze while he entered him and took him with a level of passion and virility that only a god could possess. He took a sharp inhale, his nostrils flaring when the smell of Wrath’s thick arousal consumed the room. He felt that rigid shaft dripping—wasting—all that delicious slickness along his thigh.