Blue Moon III – Call of the Alpha
Length: Novel ~ 237 Pages
Published: July 30, 2016
Call and Alpha have settled comfortably into their carefree lives nestled in the mountains of South Carolina. No more combat for the Commander and no more ordered killings for the deadliest assassin in the world.
However, nothing stays peaceful forever.
When Alpha’s brother Omega comes to their secluded home with a distressing message from their Order, Alpha has to answer the call. But what neither of them expect is for the Order to send them a new assassin, one just as deadly as both of them, to seek their counsel and bring them back Persia.
Lion’s commanding presence was not at all what any of them anticipated. Especially Omega. Lion realizes what Omega is to him right away, but the stubborn man fights his every advance. Lion knows he and Omega have to connect if they’re going to be victorious. He was sent to bring back an army but if he can’t get his cherished to yield to him, they are sure to fail.
Call refuses to let Alpha fight a gang of rebel assassins without him. Omega will fight by his brother’s side, no matter what… and Hawk saw them coming for his help before anyone else. Together they’ll fight the toughest opponents they’ve ever faced. As always… these badass warriors are up for the challenge.
This book ends in a HEA and does not end in a cliffhanger.
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Call crouched low and pressed his back against the rough bark of the tall Spruce tree and trained his ears to any possible movement in his vicinity. It was too damn dark to see anything. What I wouldn’t do for some night vision goggles right now. But he didn’t have that luxury. He refocused on using his natural senses. He took in a deep but silent breath. Held it and closed his eyes. He heard the suave, lightly accented voice in his head.
Don’t underestimate man’s ability to use the earth as his cover, his weapon, and his shield. Call glided back into the indent in the dense bushes and hunkered down, practically belly crawling to lower ground. He had to stay out of sight. Had to wait for the perfect opportunity to switch from being the hunted to the hunter. Right now. He was the prey. He’d taken a different, jagged route into the vast acres of protected wildness in hopes of throwing his hunter off his game.
He heard the echoes of the Thompson River. Its smooth trickling sounds, different from those of other rivers. Damn. Have I already gone this far? Fuck. Call stilled, his eyes widened at the sound of movement to his left. Goddamnit. Could be an animal. It was Fall and there were plenty of deer, bear and various other wildlife in the Jocassee Georges. He wished those clouds would break so he could get a little moonlight.
His heart beat frantically and he slowly pulled his Ka-Bar from the sheath strapped onto the side of his camouflage fatigues. He listened some more. The sound of crackling leaves on the wilderness floor reached his ears. Snaps and crunches of fallen twigs. The steps were measured. Calculated. They were not the steps of a four-legged beast… they were those of a two-legged man. A stealthy man. Fuck.
Call was up on his feet in a millisecond and sprinting back towards the river. He’d only gotten a few feet when a searing pain hit his left leg. The feeling didn’t have a chance to register in his brain to realize that he’d been caught, because a split second later another shot struck him in his back. An organ shot. He’d bleed out in five minutes or less. “Fuck!” Call screamed to the wildlife flittering above him. He was so close to making it this time.
He turned around and looked down at his leg then back up at the dark forest behind him. He didn’t see his hunter. He squatted down and pulled the canteen from his tactical backpack. He took a long swig of the water and listened to the sounds of the night. He didn’t hear his approach, but he heard the smooth voice.
“You’re dead commander.”
“No shit, Alpha. How’d you do it this time?”
Alpha stood directly behind him, squatted and put his arms around Call’s strong neck. “I can smell you,” he whispered.
Call chuckled deeply. “Get the fuck outta here.” He could feel Alpha’s sexy grin against the base of his throat.
“Seriously. You’re wearing my favorite aftershave. It’s spicy and strong. A scent like nothing else out here.” Alpha gently kissed Call’s pulse, now evenly beating under the damp skin on his neck.
Call pulled Alpha around to his front and the sleek man didn’t hesitate to straddle Call’s large lap. He gripped the back of Alpha’s head. The black, wool skullcap he wore kept him from running his hands through the dark strands of his lover’s hair. Call gently kissed Alpha’s soft lips. They placed languid kisses on each other’s faces. Call knew Alpha loved him more than anything in this world. He never knew such a love could exist, especially for a damaged man like him. The way he looked. He shouldn’t be with a man as beautiful as Alpha.
“I can taste your thoughts, John,” Alpha murmured in his Persian accent against Call’s scared cheek. “Why do you think these things when I’m touching you? Licking you. Fucking you.”
Call leaned back and rested his elbows in the soft soil, staring up at his partner. The moon had emerged from behind the dark clouds, just in time for him to feast on Alpha’s beauty. He shook his head. He had to stop doing this to Alpha. They’d been together two years now. How many times did he need to be reassured that Alpha wasn’t in love with the marred skin which covered the entire left side of his body? He was in love with the man within.
When the almost mythical, legendary assassin breached Call’s headquarters and showed himself to him and his team, Call had thought he’d never seen anything more stunning. But just like there was more to his lethal assassin than his outward appearance, the same applied to him. Call was one of the Navy’s most decorated SEALs. Commanding the country’s elite team, The Beastmasters, for fifteen years. He had dedicated his life to his country, just like his assassin’s had been dedicated to his Order. They both fought for justice and equality, sometimes pitting them against the same criminals and terrorists. Only, Alpha did it a little differently. He had only the laws of his Order to follow. Call had the laws of his country and the orders of his own Commander-in-Chief to follow. So when they encountered each other face-to-face for the first time two years ago while Call and his team were backing up Pierce’s – code name Backhander – mission, Alpha had showed himself to Call. No one having ever laid eyes on the world’s deadliest man… and lived to give a description.
Alpha had put his trust in Call before the man even knew him. Only knew of Call’s reputation. That’d been enough back then. Alpha’s words and actions should be enough for Call now, certainly after all this time. Call snapped upright and gripped Alpha’s forearms and yanked him into his solid chest.
“Yes,” Alpha growled, letting himself be handled by the big soldier. “That’s right. I’m all yours.”
Call rolled them and positioned himself on Alpha’s hard body. The man may be three inches shorter then Call’s 6’4” and under weigh him by almost fifty pounds, but his lover was all firm muscle. A body trained from birth by the Order of Imuma Aga Khan. He dug his hands inside Alphas thin, black pants that enabled him to move so freely, it sure as fuck was a convenience when Call quickly needed to get to Alpha’s thick cock. He was already hard for him. Aching and throbbing. Damn, they had it bad for each other. Alpha tilted his head to the side and let Call bite his throat. A surge of power rolled through Call anytime he had Alpha pinned under him. Fuck, the man’s name alone was an aphrodisiac to a man like Call.