Four Moons: The Complete Collection: (Books 1 - 4)

by Amos, Richard

  Still, I carried on with this closeness, this space we were in together. It was beautiful, and I had no control, wanting to ride the train until it came crashing off the tracks.

  His hands rubbed my back. I did the same to him, his heart beating against my chest. A beautiful rhythm.

  Colin had killed all the stars.

  Gabriel was the maker of stars.

  What did that mean?

  Dead stars to bright ones, blazing through the hurt. Everywhere. My body tingled with warmth, with the closeness of him. It always did when we were this close.

  I straightened up, right in his personal space, our noses almost touching. His breath was heavy, washing over me, smelling of the chocolate he’d eaten about an hour ago. I wanted to taste that bittersweet darkness. The flavor would still be on his lips.

  Those lips…

  Lips full of alive stars…

  “You look so tired,” he said. “Maybe you should go to bed.”

  His hesitation was a turn on. He’d been thinking about this, about me. How much? All the same stuff as me? Like when I’d been in the shower that time and touched myself over him?

  “Exhausted,” I answered. Looking down, I saw his hardness pressing against his trackies.

  I looked back into his green eyes, flooding with gold. “Aki…”

  “I wanna touch you.”

  Alive stars.

  “Can I touch you, G?”

  He nodded, and I went for his bulge, stroking it through the light gray fabric.

  He gasped.

  Wow. It was everything I’d wanked over.

  I giggled at myself.

  “What’s wrong?” he asked.

  “Nothing.”

  He sniffed me, taking my scent in deep, growling softly.

  Man, was my dick throbbing. His hand went to my jeans, feeling me like I felt him.

  “Should we be doing this?” he whispered. “Is this wrong?”

  “Does it feel wrong? It doesn’t to me.”

  “No.”

  Lust was a sweeping power.

  G took me by the chin, tilting my head, and went in for a kiss. Soft at first, then our limbs collided, lips wrestling, his stubble rubbing against me, driving me wild.

  “Do it,” I said. “Touch it.”

  Too many dead stars. Needed them brighter, starlight CPR.

  I closed my eyes, letting the cool air wash over me. The pop of my jeans button was louder than the wind, than the sounds of the city.

  The zipper…

  Denim slid off my hips, exposing my underwear. He stroked me through my boxers, and my eyes opened again, locking onto his.

  G. His hand on my dick. My hand on his.

  More…

  I looked down, my forehead an inch away from his lips. I set his cock free. I’d seen it so many times. Part of life being around a werewolf. They get through a shit load of clothes. But actually having it in my hand, stroking back and forth, cupping his balls, feeling him, actually feeling him in the flesh, was amazing.

  Eyes back to his. I needed to kiss him again. So, I rubbed his lips, upping my strokes on his cock. He did the same, our lips and tongues wrestling as the intensity built. The sweet friction he was making on my cock had me on my tiptoes as every muscle tensed up.

  “Yes… Yes…”

  He growled. I had to keep up with him, really work that shaft of his. His lips moved to my neck, kissing me, his tongue lapping at my skin.

  Yes… I needed this. Dead stars could do one!

  I reached around him with my other hand, sliding into his trackies, getting a handful of that arse. Wow. It was all sorts of yum, pert and juicy. A real peach.

  He moaned into my neck as my fingers slid over the crevice, teasing him.

  What are you doing?

  Getting me some peach!

  Lust took over. I stopped stroking his cock, moving behind him and pulling his trackies all the way down. Falling to my knees, I ran my tongue over the cheeks, continuing to play with his crevice.

  What a fucking peach!

  “Aki?”

  “Yeah?”

  “I want you to fuck me.”

  “Wha..what?”

  “Fuck me.”

  “But…”

  “Do it, Aki. Fuck me.”

  The beast in me was rising. Being wolves, even me half a one, we were fine without condoms. No disease could touch us, no STDs like other species. No risk of knocking each other up either. But no lube. Just my…spit. I’d never done that before. I could’ve asked the front desk for lube, if I’d been in that frame of mind, but I wasn’t. I was lost in the moment.

  I stood up and he twisted to kiss me, and breathed into my mouth, “Take me.”

  Yep. Beasty me was now in full swing. I grabbed Gabriel by the shoulders and spun his large frame. It was no easy feat, but I was an expert and horny as fuck now, thinking about that arse.

  I needed to be buried inside all that juiciness.

  Man, I was such a top!

  Big strong wolf surrendering to me. It made my cock throb to see him spread and waiting, draped over the balcony. I loved his submissiveness, the reversal of him being a dominant wolf and now in this position.

  Yummy.

  I loved to fuck guys, not being in the bottom role for a long time. Not since Colin. I didn’t like the way it made me…vulnerable.

  Colin had done that to me, turning me off something I’d once enjoyed—another thing he’d left his dark stain all over.

  Fuck Colin! He wasn’t here in this moment. It had nothing to do with him.

  What are you doing?

  “You sure?” I checked, shutting down the inner voice.

  “Fuck me, Aki.”

  Not needing telling again, using my saliva for lube, I slid into him. Fuck! Wow! Whoa! All that whoas! It was an amazing feeling, like his arse was made to take my cock. A wild, gay porn version of Cinderella fitting into that glass slipper.

  Taking hold of his right shoulder with one hand, the other on his left hip, I thrust into him slowly, getting the lay of the land, so to speak.

  “Harder.”

  “Aye, aye, captain.”

  He laughed and then it was all systems go.

  The friction was bliss, the slapping of our flesh together a sexy song—just like his noises of pleasure, those yummy groans, the city spread before us. There was a rough beauty to the moment, something mega hot about being outside the city lights.

  What are you doing?

  “Fuck me, Aki.”

  This was the one of those times I did what I was told with bells on. I went in harder, pounding the shit out of him until I went smashing through into the realms of ecstasy, balls tight, releasing my climax into that peach.

  Always willing to help out, I reached round and finished him off. He cried out as his hot juice spurted in my hand. And I was still inside his peach the whole time, giving him a few more thrusts to help him along.

  Emotions that I didn’t think I’d ever feel again flooded me, and for a brief moment I was no longer broken. But as I withdrew, the emotions and pleasure instantly receded, getting away from me so damn fast.

  Dead stars…

  Fuck…

  Dead stars.

  Briefly alive, but there they were again, looming over everything.

  What had I just done?

  I pulled up my jeans, taking a step back as I zipped up. “So, that happened.”

  “It did.” He yanked up his trackies. “Better go and clean up.”

  “Er, yeah. Me too.”

  His eyes were green again. Horniness gone. Staring at me.

  What the hell had we done? It was that loneliness shit again. We’d been raw and exposed and then taken that whole exposing thing literally.

  I was more confused than ever but didn’t have any big speech for him to explain it away. ‘Cos I’d wanted it. Even if my dick had been in charge, needing a bit of release, I’d so needed it. I’d craved some starlight.

  Didn
’t feel guilty about it. Just confused as fuck.

  “I think I’ll grab that shower,” I said. “Bit woofy from this afternoon.”

  He smiled. “Is that a pun?”

  That took me by surprise. “Didn’t even notice.”

  Okay, so we weren’t gonna talk about what’d just happened?

  Good.

  I so didn’t wanna.

  What the hell was wrong with us?

  It started to rain. We didn’t move, just stared at each other a bit more.

  Eventually, G nodded. “I’ll use the shower after you.”

  “Cool.”

  I let him go inside first, watching him head to the kitchen. When the coast was clear, I darted for the bathroom, cracking my knee on the coffee table in the middle of the living space.

  “Wanker!” I barked and yanked the bathroom door open.

  Once I got over the frustrating pain that’d turned the air bluer than normal, I stripped and got under the hot water. It was true. I was a bit pongy from the day on the streets.

  As I soaped up, I found myself in a familiar place. G on my mind. The way his dick had felt in my hand had me feeling myself up again.

  Fuck! Again? Yep, there I went, knocking one out.

  When I was done, I sat on the floor, forced down like a giant had decided to hitch a ride on my shoulders.

  Tears came next, joining the water. Dead stars again and again. I’d spilled my guts out about the biggest scum bag ever. Colin. The beatings, the mental torture, the way he’d broken me, left me unable to have a heart. I didn’t have one, not like everyone else. Mine pushed the blood around my body, yeah, but it didn’t work on an emotional level. Not like it should. That’s why this stuff with G couldn’t go on. All this confusion, the hugging, and the connection. Yeah, there was a connection there. No denying that. But he needed a man with a heart, who knew how to be more than me. ‘Cos ultimately, all I could ever give him was sex. No heart, no stars. They couldn’t be resuscitated. They were done, all dead.

  I sat there for an hour, hating myself for not being the right kind of guy, hating Colin, hating my dad, hating the fucking world I needed to save. I cried some more, making sure to stay quiet. I cried for me, for G, and his pain.

  I wanted to go home, to be in my little flat and doing nothing else but baking. Me and my oven, and G chilling at the kitchen table with some coffee and those raspberry brownies I’d rocked like a boss.

  Simple times. Simple life. Take away the hunting, maybe move my flat out into the country somewhere. Yeah, that’d be so sweet.

  The water was stone cold by the time I got out.

  * * *

  “Fancy one of those cookies we bought?” I asked, all dressed in some blue PJs.

  He’d changed after his shower. A black vest and red shorts. Clean of me completely. “I’d love one.”

  I padded to the plastic bag over by the door and fished out the cookies. Remembering the bag of chocolate raisins I’d found in a small convenience store, which had blown my mind, I quickly rescued them too. I popped five into my gob.

  Ah, sweet fruity chocolate bliss!

  Time to feed the wolf.

  I went to sit beside him. He was cross-legged on the bed. Why shouldn’t I sit beside him? That was happening again tonight. Snacks and a chill were the name of the game. No more of the other things.

  I went for a perky buddy vibe. “Here we go, then.” I opened the foil on the cookies.

  The rain was really coming down now, battering the windows.

  “Alright, G?” I handed him a cookie.

  “Yes. I’m fine.” He took a bite of the shop-bought cookie, his expression transforming into disappointment. “They’re nothing like yours,” he proclaimed through a full mouth. “Bland.”

  I took a bite of one—chocolate chip flavor. “Yeah, you’re right. Not blowing my own trumpet, but yeah.”

  Gabriel took another bite, swallowed. “You should start your own line, blast every other cookie out of the water. You’ve spoiled my tastebuds.”

  “Happy to help with the cursing.”

  “Cursing?”

  “Yeah, I’ve cursed your sense of taste now. You’re fucked.”

  He chuckled. “You’re completely right. Maybe we do need to ask if you can use the kitchens. I don’t think I can take much more of this lack of flavor.”

  “Ha! What a charmer.”

  We were blatantly not talking about the white elephant in the room. But that was okay. What did it matter? Did everything have to be talked about, turned over to look at on all sides? We’d had sex. It was done. Over.

  I’d talked enough. I wanted a bit more cookie and G time. Us being mates and chilling and listening to the rain beat the glass.

  * * *

  Ever since the dream witch, I hadn’t dreamt of the petals. No dreams at all, actually. Went to sleep, woke up. Job of resting done.

  But I was dreaming now.

  No petals, but a city flooded with blood. I was standing in the middle of a Tokyo street, the buildings burning, choking the red sky with smoke, ash raining down on me. Screaming, crying—the apocalypse had come. And I was knee-deep in that blood. No street in my eye line was safe. It rushed past me but didn’t tug at me. I didn’t feel a thing, didn’t smell any of the destruction left by the fire. But I heard the screams.

  He rose out of the water, floating face-up.

  “G?”

  Dead. He was dead!

  “No!” I dove for him, going right through his body, falling through the blood until I spun in red, landing back on my feet on the other side.

  London. The gardens of The Spire drowning in blood, bodies floating in the new red lake. No fire, but the glass tower was black, dark as a moonless night. There was no moon in this dream.

  I was crying. “Can I wake up now?”

  By my feet, Colin—his head, not his body. Then my dad floated past, followed by Sarah and a dead ba—

  “Fuck you!” I yelled, squeezing my eyes shut.

  Screaming, screaming, screaming. Wet noises, sounds like flesh tearing. A wind kicked up around me, but I didn’t open my eyes. Fuck that. I wasn’t seeing it, wasn’t giving in to it. G wasn’t dead. My dad wasn’t dead. Nope, nope, nope. This was my stupid brain. It was those cheap cookies! They’d messed me up!

  Boom! I shot upright, the covers flying off me. Sucking in air went wrong. I choked and coughed and gagged, heaving over the side of the bed. No puke came. Phew.

  There were tears dripping off my chin. I’d been crying here and over in that arsehole of a dream.

  “Aki?” G was sitting up on his bed. He’d clicked a light on, rubbing his eyes. “Are you okay?”

  “I’m okay.”

  He hurried over, sitting on the bed with me, rubbing my back.

  “I’m okay,” I repeated. “Stupid dream.”

  G carried on rubbing my back, covered up by my crumpled and sweaty blue pajama top. The back of my head was damp and gross, and I could feel my hair was sticking up all over the place.

  “That’s nice,” I praised his rubbing.

  “Breathe, Aki.”

  “I—”

  The door to the balcony flew open, wind rushing in. I leaped to my feet, diving for my katanas as G moved into action.

  Fight time.

  Er, nope.

  Pink petals flew into the room in a swirling vortex.

  “The hell?”

  They came right at me, spun around my body. I went to swipe at them but thought better of it.

  “The hell is this?” I yelled.

  G had put his half-naked self between me and the intruding flowers. Not a sentence I thought I’d ever say!

  “Whatever you are,” G said in the scariest deep voice ever, “be warned now. If you try anything, I’ll send you to where the mazoku can’t even pull your guts out!”

  “Yeah! What he said!”

  The petals took on the shape of a figure—a woman. “I mean no harm.”

  The woman�
�s voice from my dreams. “You! What…what’s going on?”

  Swirling petal woman moved forward, her arms extended out on either side. No way was I hugging her.

  “I am here to deliver another message, Akira.” Creepiness aside, she did have the sweetest voice. It was soothing to the ears, a lot different from when she spoke to me in my dreams.

  “How? Aren’t you a dreamy creature? That ain’t a statement of hotness. Not, like, dreamy, but you live in dreamland.”

  “I am on the wind, free from the mazoku block.”

  Cryptic. My fave. “Okay. So, what’s the message?”

  “The silver moon comes in eight days. Return to the point of the curse to break it after the trial.”

  Crapping hell balls! “So, back to London?”

  “Yes. London.”

  “Why not here?”

  “The curse began there, so there it will end.”

  “Right. Cheers. Well, at least I have a deadline now. Something to work with. You can’t tell me anything else? Like what the hell this trial is gonna be? It’d really help me out.”

  “Be strong.”

  “That’s it? Can’t you tell me what’s so special about Mount Tate? Why there?”

  “I believe in you.”

  “Ah, fuck!”

  “Goodbye and good luck, Akira Murakami. Until we speak again.” She broke up and flew out the door in a trail of pink.

  G went and closed the door.

  Could’ve shut the door behind her. I put my katanas down. “Interesting twist on the evening, eh, bruv?”

  G nodded. “We have a deadline. A goal. Let’s reduce time wastage as best we can. We’ll look at the map and figure out the best route.”

  We had a pop-up tent, and G’d hired a car. A long drive was waiting for us to get to Mount Tate. About seven hours away, located in Toyama, which was to the northwest of Tokyo.

  “Cool,” I said, then sighed. “Eight days. I better step my shit up.”

  “You’ve got this.”

  “We’ve got this, you mean? You’ve been holding me up.”

  “I’ll call your father shortly and fill him in.”

  “Cool.”

  His shoulders sagged. “There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you.”