Blue Moon III: Call of the Alpha (28 page)

Lion held the backs of Omega’s knees in the crooks of his elbows while he pressed his entire body against him, cloaking him. Wonderfully overpowering him. Huffing hot breaths when he spoke, Lion pressed his mouth against Omega’s throat and rocketed his hips with shallow, powerful thrusts. Omega got a long draught of the various fragrances which Lion wore that made the man smell like home to him. 

Looking up into those breathtaking eyes and those exotic Romanian features, Omega felt the force of his orgasm racing to the surface. How could he not blow his seed all over the place, when he was face-to-face with his cherished? His very own amazing fate. He was cocooned in a long, golden curtain of hair. That broad chest right there in his sight, he couldn’t resist touching those rock hard muscles. Omega couldn’t help licking the soft blond hair over Lion’s pebbled nipples. Couldn’t avoid the delicious taste of his sweat that he sucked off Lion’s throat while he fucked him good. While he ruined him for any other.

Suddenly his cock got painfully hard, but he refused to stroke it. Wanted to draw the pleasure out for as long as he could. The amazing scents that lingered in the air from their massage were the overload that attacked all five of his senses and hurtled him over the edge of ecstasy.

“Firuz. Firuz! I’m gonna fall!” Omega knew he sounded frantic but these new sensations were unlike any adrenaline rush he’d ever had and scared the hell out of him. What was this amazing feeling in his chest that hadn’t been there before? No. He’d thought for so long that he was only made up of strength, stubbornness, and meanness. These new feelings that arrived at the same time as Lion confused and elated him simultaneously. Compassion, dedication… love.

“Fall,
sheereen-am
. I’m right here to catch you. Fall, Erik. Fall with me.”

“Ahhhh… gods.”

“Cry out my name, Erik.” Lion’s rhythm stuttered as he spoke – his own words lighting the same blaze in him that was burning in Omega – but he kept thrusting and encouraging Omega to trust him. To call out his name and claim him, too. He could feel Lion’s restraint and his amazing control while he made sure Omega got all that he could handle before Lion claimed his own release.

“Call out to me. Let them all hear. Let them all know you are mine.” The final word was growled against Omega’s temple. He stiffened and jolted in Lion’s tight embrace. “I’m coming. Oh fuck, here it comes! Lion! Lion!”

His first jet of come erupted from his slit and landed just under his chin. His back bowed off the damp furs as stream after stream exploded between their joined bodies. Lion’s rumbling of approval only drew out the sensations even longer.

“Yesssss. That’s it, beloved. My first priority is to please you,” Lion hummed, slamming his pelvis against Omega’s tender ass. Those full balls, hanging heavy with seed, bumped his sensitive taint. His cock still twitched, and leaked more pearly fluid when he felt Lion go stiff and flex his muscles before he came with a guttural cry, pressing in as deep as could while he pulsed inside him, filling his ass with a warmness no words could describe. It may sound a tad cliché and a little too After School Special, but Omega was so glad he’d waited for the right man.

Call

“Caaaaaaaaaall!” His name was yelled loud enough to wake the dead. He bolted upright from a deep sleep at the exact same speed and timing as Alpha.

“What the –?”

Call was out of the bed and running. “Run! He had a vision. There’s danger close.”

Hawk and Pierce were both running down from the third level, taking the stairs two at a time. He heard more rushed steps as Lion burst through the side entrance, Omega close on his heels. Viper was the last to bolt in, skidding to a stop. None of them were fully clothed, having been yanked from a deep slumber at four-oh-five in the morning.

At the center of the house, Call jerked to a stop, looking up into Hawk’s eyes. Those flames were back, blazing hotter than ever. Pierce had his hand on Hawk’s shoulder while he breathed deep and sifted through the visions he was having. God, he hoped it wasn’t as bad as it was seeming. No one said a word. They waited only a few seconds before Hawk shook his head rapidly and came out of his trance.

His voice was shaken but sure. “We got twenty minutes to get what we can and get down to Pierce’s room. There’s an undetectable door leading to an underground tunnel that will take us five miles to my boat that’s docked at Lake Fredrick.” Hawk turned and was running with Pierce, yelling behind him, “Twenty fucking minutes, then this house and everything within a one mile radius is going to explode!”

If it weren’t so terrifying, it would’ve been almost comical the way they all cursed and took off at a sprint, like Pit bulls were on their asses. All of them hustling to gather only the essentials.

Call and Alpha were dressing quickly, neither of them speaking. Call glanced at his watch. Two minutes and thirty seconds had passed. Fuck. “How do we know this is about to happen now?”

“Don’t question it. Don’t doubt his abilities. I learned that the hard way,” Call said gruffly, shoving his 9 mm handguns into the waistband of his jet-black fatigues. He tucked in his black t-shirt and grabbed his thick Carhartt from the closet. He was glad they’d thought to pack after their lovemaking.

Call did a double take, seeing Alpha was fully cloaked in his black assassin’s gear, his black, loose-fitting cotton pants that didn’t restrict his movements, and black Tabi boots that made no sound when he walked. It was the black flak coat which held his unique weapons that transformed him back into the deadliest man on Earth. The black hood lowered over his face completed the look. Call wished he could enjoy it, but they had to move. Now.

Running back down the stairs with duffle bags, they all met back up in Pierce’s room, however Hawk and Pierce weren’t there yet. Checking his watch again, five minutes twenty-two seconds. He was getting anxious, but he was a SEAL commander, he didn’t panic. Terror and risk came with the title. Viper entered next and sat staring in astonishment. Call hadn’t noticed that Alpha, Lion, and Omega all looked exactly the same. Dressed like ninja killers. Hoods low over their faces, their bodies rigid and flexed to fight. Of course, Call recognized who was who, so the hoods didn’t bother him, he understood the need for them now.

Lion was the biggest and he stood just in front of Omega while he and Alpha spoke in hushed tones. Hawk ran into the room, Pierce huffing beside him with his large bag draped over his shoulder.

Hawk was fully dressed in clothes similar to Call’s, but his fatigues were blue, white, and black. He had one item. His Barrett .50 Caliber sniper rifle. The weapon was massive and when held at his side almost as tall as him.

“Jesus, fuck! Is it D-day, Hawk?” Viper said, staring the weapon down. “Are you sure it’s about to happen now? Usually your visions aren’t time stamped.”

“We have no time for explanations, Viper!” Call barked. The need to get all of them to safety was weighing heavily on his chest.

“I was making oatmeal for Pierce,” Hawk grumbled, feeding his rifle while Pierce punched in the complicated code to open the tunnel’s door.

Viper frowned. “Wait a minute. You weren’t cooking anything. I don’t think we—”

“I was about to,” Hawk gritted thorough clenched teeth, still masterfully handling his weapon. “It’s five of them, about five miles out. They’re going to fire it from the furthest east side so the wind—”

Lion stepped forward, interrupting Hawk. “Get us to safety first. Explain later.”

He was glad Lion said it, because Call was getting ready to say the exact same thing. He was disappointed in Viper, to say the least. When had the man lost his balls? If they made it through this, Call was going to have some one-on-one time with his once-fearless friend.

The door opened and there was a four-foot drop into the narrow, manmade tunnel. Each man hit the ground and took off running in a full-on sprint. Lion taking up point position. Call was next. Hawk, then Viper. Pierce was nestled in the middle, the small man needing the most protection. Alpha and Omega brought up the rear. The tunnel was not detectable but they wouldn’t take any chances. They were in their battle formation.

Lion

“Three-and-a-half clicks,” Viper called out the remaining distance. At least the man was useful for something. He could mark time.

Lion kept his breathing even for the run. The distance was nothing to him. He could run for miles before he was winded. Could run a mile in four point forty-two seconds, as probably could Alpha. Omega was even faster. If he entered the Olympics, he’d no doubt set world records. But they couldn’t leave Pierce or Hawk, who was having a hard time after the third mile. Lion remembered Omega telling him that Hawk had been wounded in the leg a couple years back on their last assignment.

With two clicks remaining, they all heard and felt the powerful blast of the house they’d just left exploding violently behind them. Lion could picture wood, glass, and every possession Pierce and Hawk owned shattered into a million charred pieces. A bright orange and red fireball rising into the air, quickly replaced by putrid, black smoke. Even being so far underground, they still felt it. Lion stumbled but caught himself and slowed to a jog, never looking back. He yelled out, “Check.”

He heard Omega’s check next, his chest swelling with gratitude. When everyone else checked in that they were fine, Lion took off again. They needed to get to that boat and get out of sight fast, before their attackers realized that they had failed to kill them. Who knew how much more weaponry they had left to finish the job.

Just when their breathing got loud, several of them winded and fatigued, Lion saw the ladder leading to the opening. There was no combination needed. Lion climbed fast and slammed the metal lock mechanism to the left and used his shoulder to push the door open. Dirt and artificial grass fell to the side of the hidden door. He checked their surroundings before motioning to the others that it was all clear. Thank goodness it was so early. 

As soon as Hawk came through, he turned and waited for Pierce. Sweat was pouring off the seer and his mouth was set in a firm line that indicated the extent of his pain.