Blue Moon III: Call of the Alpha Read Online Free Page B

erection against his own, and held the wrist of the hand Call had around his throat, moaning his desire. “Tighter.”
    Call closed his eyes and the let the craving flood through him. He squeezed Alpha tighter while grounding his cock harder against him. It wasn’t nearly enough contact. He needed his love right now, needed his submission and Call knew Alpha needed his dominance. Call popped the button on Alpha’s jeans and roughly reached inside, searching out his heat.
    “Um. Should I like wait over there or something?” The exasperated voice of their uninvited intruder broke through their lust.
    Call loosened his grip and rested his face in the crook of Alpha’s neck. His natural scent always calmed him, and he needed it right now because he was two seconds off Omega’s ass. As if Alpha could sense his inner anger, he rubbed soft circles at the base of Call’s back and kissed him lightly behind his ear, whispering soothing French words to him.
    “I need to be alone with you,” Call grumbled, sucking hard on Alpha’s neck. His chest rising and falling rapidly.
    “I know. But he has something to talk to us about.”
    “Us?” Call questioned. He slowly pulled Alpha’s cap off his head and threading his fingers through his thick hair. Again, forgetting their audience. He was beginning to think he may have a slight obsession with his assassin. He nestled his nose into the still-wet locks and took another breath.
    “Come on. Let’s go home.” Alpha had to practically pry Call’s hands off him. Murmuring promises to him. “Later, mon amour .”
    Omega was standing several feet away and Call stormed past him, heading back in the direction of their home. He heard the brothers walking behind him, only catching bits and pieces of their conversation in their native tongue. He did, however, clearly understand one sentence. “I’ve never seen anyone handle you that way and live, brother.” Call couldn’t help but smile at that. He liked that no one had or would ever touch Alpha that way – and live – but him.

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    Alpha
    Alpha knew he wouldn’t be away from home for long. Call was just as drawn to him as he was to his commander. But he couldn’t tolerate shame. He wouldn’t tolerate pity or self-loathing. Call was going to have to get used to the thoughtlessness and narrowmindedness of some civilians and still be proud of who he was and why he looked the way he did. More than that, know he got those scars protecting the very people that were staring at him.
    He hoped that was the last time he heard or felt any shame radiating from his man. Now he had to wonder why his brother was here. Although Alpha was the faster and wiser of the two, together they were unstoppable. He missed his brother dearly, especially after having worked so closely, paired with him for many years. But now that they were both retired and doing far less killing, he’d been enjoying his calmer days beside the man he loved and now called partner. It wasn’t that he minded Omega coming for a visit, it’s just trouble seemed to follow him wherever he went. Now that Alpha was in a relationship, he wouldn’t allow any mayhem to befall his cherished one.
    It took them a little over an hour to walk home. It was amazing how they unknowingly fell into a line ready to defend. Call was in front, his head scanning left and right, Alpha a few feet behind keeping his vision narrowed to his peripheral only, and Omega taking up the rear, watching their six. Although they were supposed to be alone on this land, it wasn’t their nature to let their guards down. Once they were home, Call immediately dropped his gear at their storage closet for Alpha to stow and went upstairs to their bedroom without a backward glance.
    “What’s crawled up his fatigues?” Omega muttered as he discarded his own coat and kicked his boats off, making himself at home.
    Alpha huffed. “How’d you get here, Eriktor? I didn’t see anything tied to our dock.