The Alpha's Revenge

by Martha Woods

  "So why are we here and not back there protecting my family? Why are we out in the middle of nowhere hopping from state to state and motel to motel?"

  "Oh Skylar..." That vicious grin was back again, and it was just as disconcerting as the last time. "We are out here protecting your family, you just haven't realized how yet."

  "How are..." Skylar trailed up, closing her eyes when she finally realized what they were doing. "We're hunting them, aren't we? We're tracking them down so that we can kill them and make sure that they can never hurt my family again."

  "Bingo." Leila laughed, "I really am glad I picked that couple, you understand what I'm talking about far quicker than half the people that I'm surrounded by every day."

  "This is an insane plan! We can't just commit wholesale slaughter just to protect the people I care about!"

  "And why not?" The older woman straightened up, voice carrying the soberness of someone who had done this before. "They slaughter people like us just for living, I'm sure your hunter friend could give you an actual number, but a group like the one we're going after? No way have they killed less than a few thousand paranormals, and they loved every minute of it. Killing them... It wouldn't just be protecting your family, it would be protecting the rest of paranormal kind."

  Leila made a noise of consideration, humming to herself, "When it comes down to it, I understand what hunters are trying to do, they're trying to prevent violent paranormals from killing innocent people. Hell, on occasion I've even helped them do exactly that. But groups like the ones that we're going after... Hunters like them are a cancer, spreading out and killing indiscriminately. The best thing to do with a cancer is bombard it with radiation, to cut it out until it's completely gone, then the body can start to heal. And that's what we're doing now."

  "How... How many times have you done something like this before?" Skylar was looking at her with something that wasn't exactly fear, but most certainly was not admiration either.

  Leila got that far off look again, like she was looking into the past at the same time as she was trying to predict the future. Her voice sounded haunted when she answered, pride mixed with sorrow as she asked, "In which life are we talking about here?" She clicked her tongue. "It doesn't matter anyway, as soon as these men are all dead then we can start to worry about what exactly we've done. We can regret our actions when we're secure in the knowledge that our families are safe and sound, that there's no risk of waking up and finding out they were killed on their way home from work. I know that this is a big thing to believe me on Skylar, but if you only choose to believe one thing then make it this. Once these men are dead, then your family will be safe."

  Skylar chuckled, "Is that the paranormal part of you speaking? Or the mafia part of you?"

  Leila shook her head while she looked over the lake, sweeping up a rock and tossing it across the water.

  "Yes."

  Chapter 3

  Liam flipped through the pages, scanning each line for something that could give him hope. Each sentence he went through, every bit of information he found about what his wife was just drove the nail in deeper, so desperate to find out even a single piece of good news that he was three steps from just deluding himself into believing it. On his lap Abigail was clawing at his shirt, only a month old and already she was near tearing apart whatever she could get her hands on. He smiled down at her, wiggling his finger in front of her mouth, chuckling to himself when she tried to wrap her mouth around it.

  "You really are going to be a handful, aren't you? Just remind me to keep away when you start getting teeth." He flipped to another page, frowning at the lack of anything useful that he could see. "I tell you Abigail, if your mother had been a demon or something then we could have at least done a summoning ritual. Or, well... I could have asked Farah to do one for us, I wouldn't have the first clue of what to do there." He bounced her on his knee, grinning at the tiny giggles she gave. "Your father would probably end up summoning Cthulhu now, wouldn't he? I know you don't know who that is, and I'm not going to let you find out until you're at least twelve, I'm not going to scar my daughter right off the bat."

  She cooed and stretched in his arms, eyes falling shut like they so often did after any moment of activity. "You sleep a lot, don't you? Everything I read made me think that you'd just be constantly screaming about something, are you ok?" He lifted his daughter up, looking into her eyes that still remained half lidded. "I'll ask Mom sometime, maybe she can tell me more about this. Don't want you to be feeling bad or anything like that, do we?"

  He stood up, cradling her close to his chest and letting her head rest on his shoulder, lightly bouncing her with each step he took towards their room. Slowly, he placed her down in her crib, running a finger gently down her cheek while she lost herself further and further to sleep, her tiny chest rising and falling. Liam smiled, just like every time he looked at her he could feel tears welling up in his eyes, a few drops falling down and landing next to her face. He stepped away, knowing that if he spent much longer in that room he was going to break down, and that would not do for little Abigail. She needed her rest and he was going to see that she got it, regardless of how much pain he might be in. Abigail came first, he would march into hell proclaiming that and have no regrets whatsoever, he may have failed at a great many things lately, but raising his daughter would not be one of them.

  He walked back towards his desk, stopping in his tracks when he passed the liquor cabinet. It was only a few seconds of internal debate before he poured himself a drink, downing the first one easily before pouring another. He shook his head, clearing away the fog that always accompanied a drink these days before sitting back in his chair, flipping through another few pages. He sighed to himself, it had been two weeks of solid research and he had yet to find anything useful in regards to helping his wife.

  There was no way that she was dead, she was far too strong for that. She was stronger than anyone he had ever met, she saved the lives of everyone there without taking a single scratch, to think that she would simply fade away afterwards... It just didn't make sense.

  So he would sit here, reading though book after book, finishing drink after drink until he found some way to bring her back to him. She would do the exact same for him, he was not going to let her down. He sat at that desk until he could feel his eyes getting heavy, his head falling lightly against the surface as exhaustion finally set in, too tired to even move away to his bed.

  So it was there, at a cluttered desk surrounded by books both ancient and recent, that he fell asleep.

  * * *

  He grunted at the feeling of someone tapping his arm, covering up his eyes to try and ward off the no doubt terrible headache that he could feel coming on. The person touching him didn't stop, shifting from light pokes to all but shoving against his shoulder, Liam having no choice but to open his eyes and look up at the intruder.

  Who he saw standing there left him speechless.

  Skylar stared down at him, an easy smile on her face and a hand carding through his hair, Liam nuzzling into her hand before he even realized he was doing it. "You? But... How? We... We saw you die." He grabbed her hand, feeling her skin against his just like he remembered it felt, so soft that it was like touching a cloud. "I don't care I just... I'm so happy that you're back!"

  Her smile turned sad, cupping his cheek lightly and pressing her lips to his, the moment seeming to last for an eternity and at the same time was over in an instant. "Liam?" She said, lip quivering.

  He ran a thumb along her hand, tilting his head in confusion. "Skylar? What's... What's wrong?"

  She looked into his eyes, understanding and fear erupting in him before she spoke.

  "I'm still dead Liam."

  Liam opened his eyes with a gasp, half empty glass of whiskey tumbling off the desk and shattering against the ground. He sat back in his chair, hand over his heart and breathing as though he'd been suffocating moments before. Liam looked around the room, seeing no sign that S
kylar had been there, the only people that had disturbed these surroundings were him and his daughter. Skylar was long gone.

  He needed another drink.

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  Cayden struggled against his binds, the leather belts keeping his wrists secured fully to the sides of the bed. He threw his head back, groaning from a combination of the lack of control that he had and from the incredible heat surrounding his tip.

  Farah pulled back with a smirk, voice teasing when she said, "Are you ok Cayden? Do you need me to stop?"

  He scowled, but it was undermined when he went back to groaning and whimpering as soon as she ran her tongue up his length. "God, no I don't need you to stop. I need the exact opposite of that."

  "Ok, just remember that if you need me to then all you have to do is say the word."

  "Alright, got y- Ah!" The leather dug into his wrists when he tried to bring his hands up, desperate to place them on the back of her head when she sunk down to the base completely without warning. She flicked her tongue along the head of his cock, one hand tracing along his defined chest while the other slid further down to cup at his sensitive sac. He was like putty in her hands, quite literally, every movement that she made, every teasing flick and pinch making him jolt like he'd been hit with ten-thousand volts of pure electricity.

  While his wrists were pinned down, nothing could be done about his hips, shallowly thrusting into the back of her throat whenever he could get the momentary control over his body, so desperate to feel more of her that he was resorting to whatever base instincts he could.

  Farah gagged in surprise the first time he did it, but she adapted quickly. If she wanted him to, she knew that he would stop in an instant, not for a second daring to do something that she said he couldn't. He'd been good today though, and he had spent the night at Liam's just as she had told him to, she figured that he had earned a reward, no matter how small it may be.

  She pulled off of him, lips dragging slowly, agonizingly slow over each inch of him before she left him with a pop, cold air hitting his drenched member and shocking him to his very core. She looked over him, the way that he was hopelessly dripping from what must have felt like an eternity of torture, his body twitching and shuddering just for another fleeting touch of her lips. Farah smirked, she was going to give him exactly that, just not the way that he thought she would.

  She shifted up his body, dragging herself over his hopelessly hard cock, his eyes screwing shut when he felt her dripping over him, but he opened them back up in confusion when she kept moving. He kept that expression until she reached his chest, then everything was suddenly very clear, Cayden able to do nothing except lick his lips in anticipation, desperate to taste her once more, it had been far too long since he had experienced it.

  Granted, the last time had been the day before, but that was still an eternity when he remembered just how good she tasted.

  Farah knelt over him, giving him a few seconds to see what was going to be placed over his mouth in a second before descending, wetness drenching his face in seconds and overwhelming his senses. She grabbed fistfuls of his hair, pulling him against her and grinding herself against him in turn, moaning as his talented tongue delved deeper into her, flicking and sucking at whatever so happened to be in front of him at that moment. She wasn't having any complaints however, the feeling of making him do whatever it was that she wanted enough to make even the smallest movement feel like a moment of ecstasy. If she truly wanted him to push him over the edge she would have untied his hands, laid back and allowed him to do what he wanted, he certainly hadn't disappointed when he had done it before.

  As it was, he was straining against his restraints, veins clear on his arms as he tried desperately to break free, to be able to touch her even just a little bit, for one fleeting moment. She was all but losing her mind on top of him, hips working frantically against him, so fast that she didn't realize until it was too late that she'd slipped just too far. Her other entrance came into contact with his mouth, but even as her eyes widened he didn't react the way she thought he would. She had expected him to react with disgust, which was why she pulled off of him quickly. What she didn't expect was for him to desperately ask her to come back. He was even more of a mess than before, pupils blown and tongue all but hanging out of his mouth, if her line of thinking was correct then she was not going to ever let him live this down.

  Though, she had to admit the thought did make her feel a bit curious.

  Slowly, she pushed herself back down, hesitating for the briefest of moments before she just went ahead with it, pressing herself back against his mouth and hissing at the sudden overwhelming feeling of bliss that hit her. She almost slumped over, barely catching herself before straightening up, using both of her hands to spread herself wide and give him more to work with. No sense in making it more difficult for him after all, his hands were tied to the bed.

  He feasted on her like he had been starving for weeks and she was a three-course meal, his tongue pushing through her tight ring and exploring her depths with such ferocity that she was almost afraid that he was going to break his bonds and have his way with her. Such a thought only made her drip more, her essence pooling on his tongue and pushing its way back into her, the idea of her other hole being lubed with her arousal almost too much for her to take, and she could feel herself teetering closer and closer to the edge with each prod, lick and sloppy kiss that he placed against her quivering rear.

  She pushed herself further down, breath surely coming in uncertain bursts for him by now, but not once did he give any sign for her to stop. Likely, he just didn't want her to, so desperate to give her release and to keep her around his tongue that he would ignore all signs that he should stop.

  Cayden was doing such a good job that she almost let him go on as well, but she had a duty to keep him safe when they were like this, that was what their relationship was built on. Which was why, with great reluctance mind you, she pulled herself off his face, ignoring the despairing wail he gave her in return. Farah ran a hand over his face, two fingers sweeping across his lips and collecting a few drops of her nectar, his eyes widening when she placed them between her lips and sucked harshly, moaning at her own taste. "Delicious."

  Cayden was about to ask her if she could sit back down on him before she took him in hand, precum falling down from his tip like a waterfall, not able to ignore just how much he was desperate to cum by now. "My my, you really are a mess now aren't you?"

  He nodded, not having any shame by now. "Yes, god I'm such a mess. Please."

  "What do you want me to do Cayden? Do you want me to... Help you?"

  "Please. "

  She giggled as she threw a leg over him, rubbing herself against him and enjoying his sputtering moans. "Ok then, I think you deserve something extra special after all you've done today." She winced when she pressed his tip against her lubed up hole, hissing at the slight pain before he slipped in further and further.

  Cayden almost couldn't believe this was happening. He had been expecting her to work him with her hand, maybe even with her mouth, he certainly hadn't thought that she would... Take another step so easily like this. But at the feeling of that tight muscle stretching around him, at the sight of her face pinched in growing pleasure and the keening moan that was pushing through her barely open lips, he couldn't find it in himself to question anything.

  For her part, Farah couldn't believe she was doing this, his hardness was filling her so completely it was as though he was becoming a part of her. No part of her hole was left untouched by him, her body gripping his like all life depended on it. There was still that lingering sting of pain, though it was quickly being drowned out by the pleasure that mounted with every inch that passed her threshold. She plunged three fingers into herself to give her that last push needed, the pain all but evaporating in an instant at the same time as he bottomed out inside her, every last inch of his very generous cock nestled securely in her backside.

  Farah needed to
take a second to get used to the feeling, she felt so full that she wasn't sure if she would actually be able to move, let alone give him the release that he deserved. When she saw his face pinched in concentration, clearly mentally willing himself to not spill himself in her as deep as he could, she knew that she had to at the very least try.

  Slowly, still getting used to the feeling of a hole stretching that had never been stretched like this before, she rose. It was much easier than the insertion had been, and by the time she reached the point where one breath would have made him fall out of her she was having no trouble at all. Cayden grunted when she pushed herself back down again, the rise and fall of her hips the perfect speed to keep him from cumming but enough to keep him almost painfully on that edge, his hips making those same shallow thrusts he had before.

  Suddenly, with no word of warning to him, she started to suddenly jackhammer her hips, chasing her own orgasm as much as he was, not so in control that she couldn't give into desperation every now and then. The feeling of being so gorgeously filled then so shockingly empty was incredible, both of them a dripping, sweaty mess in a matter of minutes, heavy breathing and skin slapping the only sounds that were audible in the room, neither of them having enough presence of mind to so much as dirty talk anymore.

  She could feel herself getting close, and she knew that he had been on the verge for a horrendously long time, so she decided that there would not be any games this time. They both needed this, and something as new and incredible as what she had experienced today deserved to be in the spotlight all on its own. She dug her fingers into his chest, her nails scraping over him so hard that they drew blood in their wake, the sting the final step that Cayden needed to fall, his mouth opening in a roar that would not be out of place coming from a wild beast, let alone a man.