Prophesy (The King & Alpha Series Book 1)

by A. E. Via

  “Justice, oh my—” It blew Wick’s mind. So romantic, intimate. A natural desire of his true mate.

  “Lube?” Justice barely bit out. His eyes were a startling shade of blue, his neck was taut and the veins protruding from his forearms said he was barely keeping from grabbing Wick, flipping him over and slamming himself inside.

  “Never did like the stuff,” Wick replied.

  Justice reared back on his knees between Wick’s legs. He looked like he belonged there, like he owned him. So big and powerful, their mating radiating a phenomenal amount of energy into the air. “What do you like then?” Justice squeezed a large bead of precome to the tip of his cock, smoothing a thin layer of stickiness down his shaft.

  “I like natural. Only you. Nothing more.” Wick turned over on his stomach, erotically gliding his pale skin over the black satin sheets.

  “A King after my own heart.” Justice lined his dick up against his tight opening.

  Wick bristled, his legs beginning to shake the more Justice pressed at him.

  “You’re so tight,” Justice hissed, holding the base of his ruddy shaft with one hand while he clamped the other down on the back of Wick’s neck. It was a massive display of dominance that had Wick mewling and arching his back already.

  “No, it’s fine. I don’t feel pain. You won’t hurt me, Justice, I swear. I heal way too fast for pain to even register.” Wick had no time to explain, he was already about to explode, his release so close to the edge. “Justice, take me.”

  Wick heard Justice spit a few times, then that insistent pressure was back, only this time Justice wasn’t hesitating or worrying about being gentle. As soon as the head thrust past the last bit of resistance, Justice drove in until his pelvis was flush against Wick’s smooth ass. Wick clenched his fists and cried blissfully into the thick pillows.

  “Fuck that, baby. I need to hear you.” Justice grabbed a handful of Wick’s jet-black, messy hair and turned his face to the side. He leaned down - that last inch tipping Wick over - and gave Wick his tongue. Giving Wick all of him. Justice’s thrusts were deep and sure. “Everyone will hear how much I please my mate.”

  Wick was used to vampires being secretive and confidential. Shifters, especially alphas, liked to display their confidence and their ability to provide and protect. He’d never deny Justice what he needed. Refusing to hide his moans and grunts of ecstasy, Wick rose on his knees, leaning back for another soul-searching kiss and Justice was quick to give it to him. Even his mouth was hot, and Wick imagined all that warmth surrounding his dick.

  Justice abruptly released Wick’s mouth, breathing harshly against his cheek. “You want my mouth on you.”

  Wick hadn’t realized he’d let that into their link, but he had little to do with all the freaky places his brain was taking him. The possibilities seemed endless. “I want you everywhere.”

  Justice thundered into Wick’s body, his merciless pounding rocking the bed’s foundation. Wick felt the storm brewing, his balls churning and electricity streaking down his spine.

  “God, look at you.” Justice slowed down, then carefully pulled out. “Turn over.”

  This was it. He was about to be claimed, linked to Justice for the rest of his years. Wick had been alone for so long. Escorts and house lords didn’t count. Wick yearned for a real home. Justice would be that.

  His nerves were ablaze. Every touch, look, lick, every feeling Justice gave him took him closer to nirvana. Justice brought one of Wick’s legs up and kissed the meaty part of his calf. He placed his leg up on his shoulder and pushed back inside. Justice was leaking inside him, making the glide just enough, delicious and sensual. Wick grabbed his cock, but Justice hurried to take over that job. He stroked Wick in time with his lunges.

  “You feel so amazing. Better than I ever dreamed.” Wick’s ass clenched and Justice yelled his pleasure. Wick’s vision flashed before him, his animal riding him to hurry up and be claimed. Wick gave Justice a look of affection, adoration and respect before he cast his eyes down, tilted his head and shown his throat to his Beloved, his Alpha, his true destined mate.

  Justice growled and grunted, made noises like they were battling. His voice was thick, shredded, as long canines descended over Justice’s thick bottom lip. He wanted those sharp teeth in him, wanted to see if his Beloved’s bite was as penetrating as his own. Wick bucked back against Justice’s strokes with craving and vigor. His orgasm hit with a force that rose from someplace deep inside, someplace filled with overwhelming love. Ropes of pearly liquid hit Justice’s abs, then ran down his fist while he milked all Wick had to give him. When Wick began to smear his essence into Justice’s hot skin, marking him in his own way, Justice pulled Wick tight to him and let nature take over.

  Justice thrust manically, his balls slapping loudly against Wick’s ass. His rhythm fell away the tighter Wick clenched around him. He felt Justice give him a couple shallower, determined thrusts and wrapped his thick bicep around Wick’s waist, pulling him up against his hairy chest. Justice howled and shot so deep inside his ass it warmed his chilly soul. Wick tilted his head and exposed his most vulnerable part. Justice growled and sank his sharp teeth into his throat. Wick yelled loudly, the sounds echoing off the walls as he came again, harder, longer.

  “You are mine… mate.”

  Wick felt their link grow exponentially. He felt so many things, like he was tumbling down a ravine, a whirlwind of colors and beauty rushing past him. Justice’s life. His mate ejaculated every joy, hurt, secret, and promises he had. Wick heard another shout of pleasure and realized it was him. It was so much and not enough. If it weren’t for his mate anchoring him, he would’ve drifted away. “Beloved,” Wick murmured, slumping back into the plush bedding, feeling sleep call for him. Justice went down with him, licking at his mark he’d left. Wick reached up and ran his cool fingertips over the sensitive skin. Wick shuddered.

  Justice lazily nipped at Wick’s fingers. “All mine.”

  “Yes.”

  Justice continued to lick Wick’s fingers and neck until he was satisfied with his mark. His wolf was only able to enjoy his contentedness for a second. Wick’s captain came barreling through the suite’s door using his speed, slamming to a halt just after crossing the threshold to the bedroom.

  “What is going on? The ground trembled. I felt it! We all felt it.” Captain Erman looked ready to spit venom. “Chadwick.”

  Justice’s chest warmed and the air shimmered dangerously around him. Captain Erman tried not to grimace at the amount of power Justice was pushing at him but he failed miserably, making a sound no man should ever make. Without taking his ice-cold blue eyes off the stupid captain, Justice pulled the sheet up over his mate’s naked body, not stopping until only his mark was visible.

  “Erman you should leave now,” Wick hissed.

  “Everyone felt it,” Justice growled, his voice a thunderous grumble with his canines lowered. He spoke his wolf’s thoughts. “But you’re the only idiot that came in here. You interrupt pointlessly when I’m with my mate! In my world that’s a punishable offense!”

  The vampire’s eyes were steely black, Justice could see angry slivers of red like a bunch of busted blood vessels. “My duty is to my King. To Wick. I’m not in your world, Alpha.”

  “WICK IS MY WORLD!” Justice roared.

  The vampire captain folded over, clasping at his gut. He shot his head up, baring his lethal fangs, hissing in Justice’s direction. He hadn’t encountered a hostile vampire before but he knew he was about to. Erman had finally crossed the line. “You are an intruder in my world, Captain Erman,” Justice said seriously. Deathly.

  “Capitán, estas loco! Come out, now!”

  It was the Lord Protector yelling from the hall, trying once again to save the man’s life. If the captain had any sense of self-preservation, he’d leave quickly. If the vampire knew how Justice’s wolf was clawing to get out, he’d leave even more quickly.

  Justice felt Wick’s beast roar to the su
rface when Erman rose again to his full height. He put his hand on his mate’s chest to calm him. He understood Wick was trying to protect him, but this was a clear challenge and Justice was too alpha not to accept it himself.

  Erman caught his breath enough to get from under Justice’s power and run from the room. Justice listened to the captain’s rapid-fire footsteps until he was outside the cabin and moving further down the mountain. It was best he’d fled when he did.

  “Have you been with him?” Justice looked down at Wick. Wick’s eyes were back to human, his midnight pupils staring where his captain had been.

  “No. Never. I have bitten him,” Wick answered, nestling into Justice’s armpit. “It was a different kind of bite. Not an intimate one. It was so he’d be able to sense me if I was in danger. I don’t think he feels that anymore. I believe our link has superseded any and all other connections I had.”

  “I still have my connection with my siblings and my packs,” Justice admitted.

  “Then I don’t know.”

  “I do.” Corrupted soul. “He has to go. Or he’s going to end up severely wounded by sunrise. The only reason I didn’t shift was because it smells too much like our sex in here.” Justice buried his face against his mark. “But even with this I was hardly able to contain my anger when he saw you naked. For him to think he has the right to do that is disrespectful, Wick. Find a replacement for him. Appoint a new Duke of Earl for all I care, as long as he’s not in fuckin’ love with you.”

  “First. Do not mock my culture because I would never mock yours. I don’t know, or have a use for, a bloody Duke. Two. It was always Erman’s job to ensure my safety. In the midst of my determination to make you mine, I never relieved him of that duty.” Wick glared directly into Justice’s eyes when he spoke. Wick was his mate but he was still the King of a species and would demand respect at all times, especially from his mate. He’d be submissive, but not subservient and Justice was immediately apologetic.

  He palmed Wick’s cheek and placed a gentle kiss there. “I can only hope my craziness for you will taper down.”

  “Maybe not all the way down. I don’t mind a little possessiveness.” Wick rolled on top of Justice, stretching his long body, erotically rubbing himself all over him. A quiet rumble started in Wick’s chest when he rubbed his cheek along the coarse hairs on Justice’s large pecs.

  Justice’s laugh was low and sexy. “Are you purring?”

  Wick stopped suddenly. “No! I most certainly am not,” Wick scoffed, nipping Justice’s nipple with his fang.

  Justice jerked, then moaned when Wick did it again. “You were, too. And I think you were marking me.”

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Wick hid his smile and got up, realizing that’s precisely what he’d been doing and he loved it.

  “Where are you going?” Justice propped one foot up in the bed, the soft black sheets falling between his thighs. He wanted to stay in bed a little while longer.

  “I’m going to get cleaned up and then I’m getting dressed,” Wick said from the bathroom.

  Justice heard the shower turn on. It didn’t matter how much Wick washed, he’d only smell like Justice. He reclined back on the thick pillows and linked both hands behind his head, thinking of something they could do together tonight since Alek was holding down the fort. It was almost seven, the night was young. He was looking forward to getting to know his mate and his new beast.

  With a plan in mind for the rest of the evening, Justice joined Wick in the shower. When he pulled back the sliding glass door, he didn’t speak a word. Wick turned and let Justice close all space between them, sealing his mouth over his. Their tongues dueled for a long time until Wick finally submitted. Justice moaned his victory, swallowing the thrill and plundering deeper. He wanted to taste where no one ever has.

  “Justice,” Wick gasped for breath, rubbing at Justice’s chest.

  “I know.” Justice pressed Wick back against the warm marble tiles.

  “You can feel it whenever I want to bite you, can’t you?”

  “I feel it strongly.” Justice caressed Wick’s slick black hair. His mate looked worried.

  “Is it too much?”

  Justice held Wick’s face in his rough palms. He needed him to see the sincerity in his words. “It’s never too much. I can feel when you need to eat. I can even feel the degree of your hunger. I knew when you were ravenous… and it pained me. When you feed from me, it gives me a powerful sense of purpose of being needed. That’s at the core of being an alpha. That’s where you’ve reached. Your bite is special and only for me now. A gift that I will cherish. I can feel when you want to bite to be sexual, to make me fly, and I want that, Wick. I’ll always want your bite, just like you’ll always crave mine.” Justice delicately kissed Wick’s damp lips, sucking the top one into his mouth and bathing it until Wick was limp in his arms. Justice guided Wick’s head to his chest, right over his heart.

  “Bite.”

  Wick opened, gusting his warm breath along Justice’s skin that challenged the steam swirling around them. Justice’s knees threatened to buckle the moment Wick’s fangs penetrated his flesh. Justice dropped his head back against the wall, his cock throbbing from the swift, shallow pulls Wick took from him. He was only drawing the blood to the surface, making it feel like receiving the most intense hickey. Justice let go of Wick’s head and used both hands to grab those muscular mounds. Wick’s ass was the perfect size. Plump and delicious. Justice sent an image of him on his knees behind Wick, eating his ass like it was a piece of prime rib.

  Wick arched and threw his head back, coming all over Justice again. His mate’s moans of pleasure echoed off the walls, scorching Justice’s mind. He ground his own erection against Wick’s while he trembled through the aftershocks of his orgasm. Justice was feeling cocky that Wick got off so hard on the thoughts he sent him. As soon as Wick’s breathing wasn’t so labored he sent his own fantasy back – a visual of him on his knees swallowing Justice’s thick cock – that had Justice only pumping his shaft twice before his come spewed in arcs across Wick’s stomach.

  Justice hated for the water to wash away his seed. He wanted Wick saturated in it. That most likely wouldn’t go well with a black designer suit, but Justice didn’t give a damn. There was still a threat lurking. He hadn’t forgotten.

  “Are you hungry?” Wick asked Justice while he toweled off. “I guess it’s not necessary for me to feel if you’re hungry.”

  “No. I ate already. I’ll probably want to eat again around eleven. This schedule is weird.” Justice had put on his socks and a new pair of boxer briefs when he felt the mood shift in the room.

  “I always thought wolves were nocturnal.”

  “They are. But I’m not only a wolf.”

  Wick was staring at him. “Night and day, then. That’s what we are. Maybe the Mother thought—”

  “The Mother doesn’t make mistakes… ever. We don’t question god and we don’t question her.” Justice pulled up the pair of plain blue sweats Henry got for him. He walked over to Wick and reassuringly put both hands on his shoulders. “We don’t have to figure out everything in one night… day… or whatever. All I know is we will figure it out, okay. Together.”

  Wick nodded and distractedly went back to buttoning his shirt.

  “Baby, don’t you have anything casual? Sweats or jeans. A shirt that doesn’t have mother-of-pearl buttons.” Justice didn’t hide his smile at the confused look on Wick’s face. “It looks rather expensive for where were going.”

  “No buttons?”

  Justice laughed heartily. “That’s right, love. No butt-tuns.” Justice loved that proper accent.

  Wick’s scowl was too cute not to kiss away. “Don’t frown, baby. I was only teasing. You gotta loosen up. My family jokes a lot. My pack likes practical jokes more than they like running. Especially Mac.”

  “I know how to joke. There may not be any vampire comedians but we’re not all sticks-in-the-mud. I
look forward to having fun with you.”

  Justice kissed Wick’s forehead and went back to putting on the comfortable clothes he was given. Wick took off all the black and went back into his closet. When he came out this time, he was wearing a pair of worn, holey jeans that he looked to have had for twenty years and a faded blue University of Cambridge t-shirt. His smile was relaxed, those soft, pale pink lips taunting Justice again. He wanted to grab a handful of the strewn dark locks – that Wick had only managed to finger-comb when he got out the shower – and control him with another kiss. Wick’s new look made him appear lax and comfortable.

  Justice nodded his approval. “Yes. Now, you look ready.”

  “Ready for what?” Wick held his hands out to his sides.

  “Shifter training.” Justice grinned mischievously.

  Wick’s eyes widened comically. He looked ready to burst with excitement.

  “Captain Erman is in Reno meeting with a couple covens. He’ll be back before dawn, Justice. I want you two to talk. Come to a truce. Erman hasn’t even been with me a year, still, I don’t want to imply that my staff is completely replaceable if they don’t get along with my mate. It takes decades to get those positions on my escort.”

  “It was a clear challenge. Didn’t you recognize that?” Justice asked, climbing over a split tree trunk.

  “I did, and I didn’t say I liked it. I mean don’t kill him.”

  Justice scoffed. “I make no promises I can’t keep.”

  They’d been walking through the beautiful mountainside for hours. It was a clear night. Quiet. The perfect time to bond and get to know his Beloved. They asked more questions than Wick could count. He of course, had a lot more experiences to share than Justice.

  “It’s interesting to hear you say that. I’m not sure where you stand on killing, Wick.”

  Wick stopped walking and turned to face Justice. “Now, I’m picking up on a heavy feeling.”

  “When we first met the police chief, he said you agreed to kill all the vampires involved in the feud. That you hardly asked questions. Is that true? Did you ordered them killed?”