Once Macauley had finished his dinner of rabbit, raw spinach and blueberries, he’d called for his mate, longing for Adres, for his scent, and his touch. Macauley had been lonely. He’d listened to his family and pack members enjoying the night and each other while he’d sat in solitude. Sure, he could’ve gone and joined in the run, and he would’ve enjoyed it, but it was what came after the run that he was trying to avoid. Shifters were free with their bodies, and it wasn’t uncommon to enjoy each other, especially on a night like this.

He didn’t think Adres would come to him, and now that he had, he was wondering why. Had his mate come to incite him to rage? Because he smelled like another wolf, one Macauley had never encountered, but one with a scent that made him want to smoother himself in it. Was that what Adres had done? Had he been too tempted to refuse?

Adres was far too calm for his liking. He wanted answers and now before he shifted and went after the scent that was all over his mate. Macauley gripped two handfuls of Adres’s shawl and yanked him close. He dragged his nose along his jaw and behind his ear, making himself mad.

“Explain.” Macauley’s wolf was going crazy inside him.

“I do not need to say anything.” Adres stared up at him through the material of his dark hood. “You can look for yourself.”

Macauley took a sharp inhale. He’d wanted back inside Adres’s soul ever since he’d tried breaking the wards of the curse. He hadn’t been very successful, but he wanted more. He needed that connection. It was the first time Adres had offered, and Macauley wasn’t about to let the opportunity slip by. He didn’t feel any of his shields. And there were no voids or areas of darkness, only a lustrous gleam that called to him like a beacon.

“Look,” Adres breathed, with his head lowered against Macauley’s chest.

He gripped the back of Adres’s neck. “Don’t move,” he rumbled. He eased into Adres’s core carefully, remembering how sick it made him when he encountered pieces of the curse. However, as he delved deeper, he was surprised at the comfort embracing him.

“Gods,” Macauley moaned as his energy was welcomed by a warm light that felt as if he was sunbathing near a lake on the first day of spring.

Adres held him close and wrapped his core around his mind, caressing his beautiful soul with his. And it was so far beyond that menial word. Macauley could feel nothing but immeasurable goodness. A millennium of righteousness that he was able to see as clearly as if he’d been there as it happened. He was able to see his mate’s past, all of it. And there was so much to explore, far more than three hundred years. Macauley pressed their chests closer, vibrating from the overload of sensations.

“Adres,” Macauley whispered against the side of his hood, rubbing his cheek along the soft material. He snaked his hand beneath it and cupped Adres’s cool cheek as he concentrated on more recent events.

He saw the moment Adres had woken tonight and how his thoughts had immediately gone to him. He’d meditated, then showered and dressed in his fine attire. Macauley watched it all as if he were standing on the sideline. He’d never been able to do this before. His wolf could only sense if a person was good or if they had evil intent. He’d never been able to access anyone’s memories and watch them play out. To see the truth with his own eyes.

He smiled as he watched Adres fight off the pups and run into Justice’s home. By the time Macauley got to why his mate smelled so sweet, he was breathing hard, as if he’d been a part of an action flick. Adres was aware of his Titan abilities now and how to harness them.

“You rescued my brother’s mate,” Macauley stressed as he pulled out of Adres, instantly regretting the loss of the warmth and golden shine that was Adres’s core. And he’d only touched the surface. He couldn’t imagine going deeper.

“The fairy omega was able to release the remains of the curse. I thought it would take years of meditation to get all of my memories back.”

Now there was nothing blocking them.

Macauley removed Adres’s hood and cupped his coarse jaw. “I hope you know what you’ve done by coming here… smelling like this.” He emphasized what he meant by grinding his hard cock against Adres’s hip.

“I do.” Adres’s fangs were longer than usual, his dick as solid as his. And leaking.

Macauley inhaled, taking in every fragrance he could on top of the potent smell of sex that was leaking down Adres’s inner thigh. He wanted to shove his hand inside his pants and take a taste, but his mate had other ideas. Macauley’s mouth went dry as Adres gracefully sank to his knees before him and took his cock in his hand.

“I have wanted to do this for a while,” Adres whispered before he licked the vast amount of pre-come that was dripping from Macauley’s slit.

Macauley had the urge to throw his head back and cry out to the heavens, but he had to witness this. It did something to him—and to his beast—to see such a powerful man ready to submit to him.

Adres sucked on the head first, tasting with tentative flicks of his tongue until he seemed to get more comfortable. Macauley had one hand on the back of Adres’s head, and the other he used to brace himself against the tree for support, because he was sure his knees were going to give. Ecstasy grasped him, and there was no escape.

“Ahhh, fuck,” he groaned as Adres went deeper, his teeth grazing the underside of his shaft. Macauley’s thighs begin to shake when he saw Adres’s other hand was inside his pants, moving up and down, pleasuring himself at the same time that he tortured him with his mouth.

Macauley was embarrassed that he was already close, and his canines were burning with an intensity he didn’t think possible. Now, everything his brothers had said to him about being with his true mate made more sense. Everything was amplified to the tenth power. He was close to pumping his hips and thrusting his cock as far down Adres’s throat as he could, but he was just able to control himself. That hot mouth was an erotic contrast to the cool lips bathing his shaft.

Macauley ran his hands through Adres’s salt-and-pepper, wavy hair, his fingertips ghosting over the puckered scar behind his ear as he felt his mouth stretch around him. His balls were already tight and threatening to release. “Damnit.”

Macauley gripped Adres beneath his underarms and pulled him up until his legs straddled his waist. Adres’s head fell to the side, baring his throat as Macauley sucked dark purple marks along his pale skin where his bite would be. His sucking turned to bites that soon morphed to growls as he made his way inside his tent and lowered his mate onto a mound of fur blankets. He was on his knees with his cock in his hand as Adres writhed against the plush covers.

“If you don’t want me to shred those nice clothes you have on, I suggest you remove them quickly,” Macauley warned.

Adres licked his lips, his dark eyes on Macauley’s throat.

“Are you hungry for me, Adres?”

Adres’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he nodded, his gaze falling to Macauley’s cock. He wasn’t sure what his mate was more ravenous for—his bite, his blood, or his dick. It didn’t matter because he was going to give Adres ample amounts of all of it.

Adres shed his clothes in record speed, tossing them to the other side of the tent. Macauley wanted to take the time to admire all that pale skin, but he was going to have to reserve that for maybe round three or four.

“I plan on claiming your body multiple times tonight,” he promised. Adres’s scent of plums and warm nights got stronger and permeated the enclosed space. “I just wanted you to know that.”

Adres spread his thighs, his long fingers wrapped around his shaft, squeezing but not stroking, as if he couldn’t take the added stimulation. “Alpha.”

Fuck! How could a title he’d been called his whole life sound as if he’d just heard it for the first time? Macauley’s wolf howled with victory. He wanted this man as he never had, with alarming desperation. He dipped his head and took a long taste of his mate from beneath his tight sac to the head of his cock.

Adres hissed and arched his back, his head falling to the side as if he wanted to be bitten.

Macauley’s beast went crazy inside him. His dick hung heavy and wet between his legs, leaking enough slick to satisfy his mate. His body would naturally produce everything that Adres needed and wanted… including blood. And just as he thought it, he felt his life’s essence pulsating through his veins, making him feel that if he didn’t allow Adres to drink soon, he’d explode.

“Inside me,” Adres pleaded with one hand gripping a fistful of the covers. He spread his thighs wider, and Macauley caught a peek of that dark hole.

Before round two, he’d plunge his tongue deep inside his cavern and see if he tasted just as sweet there as he did everywhere else. But as of now, his gums ached too much for him to ignore the call to mate a second longer.

Macauley covered Adres’s body, hiking one of his legs over his shoulder. He lined up his cock and entered him with one long, deep drive, not stopping until his balls were pressed against Adres’s taint and his nails were digging into his back. Oh my gods. He was met with no resistance as Adres took every inch of him without a grimace of discomfort. They were made to fit together.

Macauley kissed the crook of Adres’s knee where it rested on his shoulder before he dropped all of his weight on top of him, taking that last inch of depth.

Adres began to murmur a string of foreign curses and noises that sounded sexy and vengeful at the same time. Macauley rocked his hips at a measured speed as he wanted to savor every smooth glide into his mate, but a frenzy was already stirring inside him. They’d waited too long to do this, and now he was losing his weak grip on the reins of his control.

He groaned with his cheek pressed against Adres’s temple when he wrapped both of his legs around his lower back and pulled him in tighter. It seemed his mate couldn’t get enough either, so Macauley had to give him more. He slid both hands beneath Adres’s hips and squeezed his ass as he began to thrust faster. He massaged his stretched hole with his fingertips, needing to touch where they were connected.

“More, mai mult, beloved. More.” Adres curled his upper body into him, burying his face in his throat. “Deeper.”

Macauley was as deep as he was going to go. He buried himself to the hilt and ground their pelvises together, earning him a long hiss that morphed into an erotic moan. “Is that how deep you want me?”

“Deeper.”

Fuck.

Adres gripped Macauley’s face, looking into his eyes. “Inside of me. All the way.”

His mate spoke as if he was in exquisite pain, but Macauley understood Adres’s fractured words. He wanted Macauley to be inside him not only physically… but mentally as well. And how could he deny him?

He braced his elbows on the sides of Adres’s head and leaned in to brush a kiss against his scarred cheek. He eased out a fraction before he missed the warmth and was sucked back inside. Adres caught Macauley’s bottom lip between his teeth, and a jolt of pleasure tore through his chest when he felt a sharp fang prick him just enough to draw a few drops of blood.

Macauley jerked his hips, losing his composure as his mate’s elixir flooded lower and lower until it attacked every nerve. Adres sucked on his mouth as if it was an appetizer to his main course. Macauley released some of his own energy as he entered Adres’s core with even greater ease than before. He went directly towards the light that was infused with goodness and enchantment as he connected them in mind, body, and spirit.