Ignore her, he told Adres. She wants a reaction out of you more than me.
Then I will give her one.
No! Macauley took Adres’s hand and led him away, remembering what Aleksei had warned. He would not allow his mate to be banished. As he walked to put some distance between his mate and his… ex, he opened his link to Justice.
It looks as if Michelle is taking one of the coven officers to her cabin for a more personal feeding… did you permit this?
It would be rather hypocritical of us to forbid any of them from having consenting relations with a vampire, Mac. We are all adults here—there are no pups in sight. Besides, you should no longer be concerned with her conquest, especially if she’s moving on like her alpha demanded.
I’m not concerned. I was just letting you know that Michelle has already kicked off the R-rated portion of the event.
Justice laughed before he cleared their link. If his brother wasn’t worried about anything happening, then he wouldn’t either.
“Where are we going, young wolf?” Adres asked as he was pulled farther into the woods behind Macauley’s cabin. “Don’t you think we should stay around the others?”
“Justice said everything is cool, so no.” Macauley pushed him against the base of a tree. “All that noise and music is getting on my nerves. I just want ten minutes of peace and quiet with you.”
“I will not argue that.” Adres moaned as Macauley went straight for his throat.
“And I thought with all the blood and drinks flowing that maybe you were getting hungry.”
“I’m always hungry for you,” Adres answered before he bit into Macauley’s throat.
“Fuck, you make that feel so good.” Macauley groaned, gripping his ass. “Drink as much as you want.”
Adres loved that his cherished was able to produce more blood than he could possibly consume at once. His pureness presenting him with a new flavor every time. Adres’s eyelids slid shut as essence as sweet as honeysuckle slid down his throat. He could ingest so much that he could get drunk and fall into a slumber. He swallowed one more sizeable gulp before he pulled away and went to his knees. Macauley’s dick was already out and leaking as he took the head between his lips and sucked him down his throat.
Macauley’s voice rang out into the night, neither of them caring who might have been close enough to hear. Besides, they weren’t the only ones making noises now. Adres ignored the sounds around him and focused on making Macauley lose his mind. He loved the heft of his beloved’s cock on his tongue and the way it pulsed and filled his mouth.
Macauley held the back of Adres’s head as he spilled down his throat. He didn’t let a single drop escape as he bathed Macauley’s cock clean with his tongue. He had one arm braced against the hard bark of the tree, gazing down at him and spreading his legs wider as Adres went lower.
He was going on pure instinct now, fueled by his cherished’s come and wanting more. Macauley’s earthy scent and Adres’s bone-deep urge to satisfy his alpha kept him on his knees. He had never drunk from a lover in this way, it being far too intimate and risky if not done properly, but he wanted it more than anything. He wanted the pleasure to be so intense that it left his cherished dazed and trembling. Adres flicked his tongue along the tight vein beneath Macauley’s sac before he sucked it with passion, treating his balls as if they were precious jewels.
Oh fuck, oh fuck, fuck, Macauley chanted as Adres pierced one fang into Macauley’s sac, pushing enough elixir that his thighs shook. The taste was divine and more potent there as he lapped at Macauley’s taint while scarce drops of blood ran down his throat. His own cock was so hard, but he would wait until they were home in their bed, beneath the covers, to quench that hunger.
“You’re gonna make me fucking come again,” Macauley warned, just before Adres released his sac and clamped his mouth around the head to swallow what he had left to give. His lover’s come was like liquid sunshine coating his throat.
He was being positively obscene and smutty, and gods did he love it. Why do you make me do such nasty things, Alpha? A rumble of satisfaction vibrated Adres’s tongue, and he didn’t stop laving Macauley’s thick shaft until he was attempting to pull him to his feet. Adres leaned against his alpha while he righted their clothes.
“I swear if I didn’t have to help with some of the cleanup, I would not go back. We need some real time alone, mate. Like a vacation.”
“I know of the word ‘vacation,’ but it is not something I know how to do.” Adres felt as light-hearted as he’d ever been. A vacation? Interesting. Where would they go? He guessed the skies were the limit. There was nothing he couldn’t do anymore. His mind and soul were free.