Sidone (The Hordesmen Book 3)

by Milana Jacks

  The Omega smiles. “I like my eyes.”

  Ready to hit myself over the head for that outburst, I grunt. But I said it, and I can’t unsay it. Besides, his forest-green eyes are striking, and I imagine they would be even prettier when his pupils dilate once I’m ready for breeding. Females go into heat, myself included. A male Omega responds and stays erect, producing semen for as long as an Alpha female needs him to. When I’m done with him, I can release him from service. Keeping this Omega would impair my hunting mission.

  The women greet the man who climbs aboard the yacht, and they crawl all over him. I roll my eyes as he grabs their nude behinds and squeezes, kissing each one on the lips. He releases them and sits at the table with the male abomination, who wipes his mouth with a twitchy hand. It’s an unusual motion for an Alpha. I narrow my eyes, trying to sharpen my vision, but the sun glares my way and blocks the view. Not that I need to identify him. They all look the same or similar to their father, despite the presumption they come from different Omega eggs.

  The two exchange words. The abomination never once locks eyes with the man who’s speaking with him. He is alert, watching past the man, scanning the surroundings. I duck down and pull the Omega with me so that we only peek beyond the roof as the male scans the hotel. His gaze lingers on the roof as if he sees us. I smirk, flexing my claws. “Come at me.”

  “Bro,” the Omega says, correcting me. “Come at me, bro.”

  “Come at me, bro,” I repeat and flex my claws again.

  The Omega nudges my ribs. “Stay down, Sidone.”

  “Don’t boss me.”

  He rolls his eyes.

  The shooter hands the male a wad of cash. The male doesn’t acknowledge the money, so the man puts it on the table and pushes it toward the male. The male flicks it back and says something. I try to read his lips, but he’s got some sort of twitch to his mouth, and I can’t make out what they’re saying. “Can you read lips?”

  “Usually, yes,” the Omega answers. “But not from this distance.”

  The male wipes his mouth. Is he drooling? Regha Alphas don’t drool. My nephews who have human Omega mothers don’t drool either, but this male produced saliva that spilled out of his mouth.

  The shooter shakes his head, presumably refusing the money, and when he pushes it back across the table, I’m certain the abomination wants him to continue with the job and the man is refusing. The man is smart. He ought never to have accepted an assassination job on my nephew or his Omega. I’ll shred both of these idiots to pieces. Smiling, I sigh happily, thinking about my claws digging into the weak armor of a male abomination.

  The man stands as if ready to go.

  The male is faster. He grabs the shooter by the throat and swipes the money from the table. He tucks the money into the man’s pocket and speaks. The man pulls out a gun and rests the barrel on the male’s forehead.

  They glare at each other, the male smirking, digging his claws into the shooter’s throat.

  “I’ll make it painful just for killing my prey,” I whisper. “Let him go.”

  “Shhhhh,” the Omega says and grabs my hand, squeezing. He is warm. I squeeze back.

  The male knocks the shooter's weapon. It hits the floor and slides into the water. The male releases him. No words are exchanged, and the man gets back into the small boat, then makes his way to shore.

  Chapter 5

  Kade

  The exchange is over, and I know two things. The “domestic aliens” Hordesmen call the Swarm males and which are spoken about all over the news are real. I just saw one, and I know I just saw one because they’re described as pale green with a star tattoo over their right eye. They’re large and bulky, with noses and ears, not ear flaps or flatter noses like Sidone. Their eyes are also more proportional to the rest of their features. Sidone’s eyes are large and slanted. I don’t know what to make of this new alien breed, but I’m sure Sidone does.

  “Who was that on the yacht?” I ask as the yacht sails away.

  Sidone crouches, gaze on the shooter, who’s walking down the beach. “Abomination.”

  This tells me nothing. “The shooter’s leaving. I’ll follow him. Wait for me in the room.”

  Sidone snaps her head my way. “Okay,” she says.

  Well, that was easy. I nod and make my way to the roof’s exit and down the stairs. Outside, I check the parking lot. A motorcycle starts up, and I skip behind the building, then poke my head around. The shooter’s already on the bike. Shit! No time to get my truck.

  A fast red sports car pulls up at the entrance. I approach. An older woman with sunglasses covering half her face exits the car and throws the keys at my chest.

  Today is my lucky day. “Thank you, ma’am.”

  I get in the badassmobile and hit the gas. In the rearview mirror, I see the woman can’t even be bothered to watch her car. The inside smells like a man’s cologne. I’m thinking this is Mr. Husband’s car, and Mrs. Wife gives no fucks about his wheels.

  On the street, I look to the right a second before the bike rounds the corner. Got ya. I peel after him and catch up fast, but have to slow down on the half-empty streets so he won’t spot me. He stops at the red light and stares me down through his rearview mirror. I got made. Double shit.

  Revving his bike, he runs the red light, and I take off after him, not seeing the truck coming at me until it’s on my right. I shut my eyes and hit the gas. The truck clips the bumper, sending the sports car into a tailspin. I grip the wheel firmly, end up on the sidewalk, crash into a few empty café tables, then gain control of the car and continue the pursuit. Adrenaline rides me. I’m driving like a cokehead, heavy foot on the gas pedal, gunning at over one twenty, empty streets now in my favor.

  Still, he’s on a sports bike and zipping through the streets, cutting the corners easily, and when he jets onto the sidewalk and enters the pedestrian square, I wheel after him. It’s late, and not many people are strolling around. This is good. The few people present scream and get out of his way.

  From the corner of my eye, I catch something green and fast. Lord Almighty, there’s an alien female hopping from roof to roof. She’s a blur. She halts at the edge of a building, has to flail her arms to prevent a fall. Jesus Christ. Forget the shooter. I hit the brakes. The tires squeal, the car fishtails, stops, and I get out. “What the hell are you doing?” I bellow.

  She can’t be bothered with me. She’s staring down. What is she staring at? Is she gonna jump? Is she crazy? She slips down, falls, and lands on the edge of a balcony. I aged a decade just now. My heart beats a mile a minute. The shooter flies across the square, but with people gathering to watch Sidone Spider-man her way down the building, they’re blocking his way. One person flashes her phone camera. So much for undercover.

  Sidone hops down four balconies and lands on the ground.

  The small crowd cheers.

  Sidone walks slowly, deliberately, axes spinning in her hands. “Get out of my way,” she barks.

  The crowd parts like the sea before Moses. Sidone positions herself to block the square’s exit to the street. The shooter is trapped. I’m at his back, she’s at the front, buildings all around. He glances back at me. Yes, my man, I’m a better choice. I wouldn’t wanna fuck with the crazy Alpha either. My gun sleeps on top of my dresser in the hotel room, and his gun lies at the bottom of the sea. This means we’re gonna go at it like two drunks outside a bar. Let’s do it. I walk to meet him.

  He turns and propels the bike for Sidone.

  She runs toward him. She’s gonna play chicken. She leaps, swings the ax, and his head flies, body still riding. Sidone lands in a crouch, eyes locked with mine. She positively glows while I imagine my face displaying horror at what I just witnesses. I close the distance and extend my hand, thinking she won’t take it. She does, and I “help” her up.

  “One more thing,” she says as she turns toward the people.

  She unfolds her belt, which I now realize isn’t a belt but a restrainin
g rope. She approaches the small crowd and finds the woman who took the picture. “Delete the picture.”

  The woman snorts, clearly drunk or just plain stupid. “This is a free country. I can do whatever I want.”

  Sidone wraps the rope around the woman’s neck and tightens it. “This is my life, and you can’t have it. Drop the phone.”

  The woman chokes but manages to release the phone from her hand. Sidone cracks it with her boot and steps away from the woman, releasing her. “If I see myself in any news or papers, I will hunt you down and kill you. Thank you very much. Have a good night.” She turns, picks up the head by the hair, and walks toward the car. “Let’s go.”

  I presume that’s directed at me.

  Quickly, we get into the car, made smaller by the head’s presence in Sidone’s lap. “I had him,” I say.

  “I know.”

  “So why did you come after him?”

  “You can’t have what’s mine. This man was mine.” She strokes the head’s short black hair. Blood soaks her jeans.

  Unsure what to say, I scrub my face.

  “Drive, Omega.”

  Sidone

  The Omega drives while I assess him for damage. He looks intact, if upset, and keeps running his hand through his hair. I’m certain he has no idea how cute he looks when he’s mad. I know why he’s mad. All things with penises get bent out of shape when I do my thing, meaning come after someone or enter a challenge. The Omega is no different. When he pulls into an unfamiliar driveway and turns to me, I raise my hand. “Spare me the scolding,” I say. “I’ve heard it so many times, I’m deaf to it already.”

  “In the same way you’d gouge my eyes out if I looked at those women on the boat, I’d gouge out yours.”

  “Huh?”

  He points at the head in my lap. “Is this your ex-lover or something?”

  “No.”

  “Is he another Omega?”

  “He’s a Beta.”

  “So why are you calling him yours?”

  Eyes wide, I flip the light switch on in the car. The Omega is truly upset, but not for the reasons I believed. “Hold on.” I scan my surroundings. “Whose car is this?” I ask.

  “No idea.”

  “Whose house is that?” I point at the long one-story home with two entrances, one on either side of it.

  “Mine.” The Omega runs a hand through his hair again, then fidgets in his seat, wiping sweat off his forehead.

  “Why are we here?”

  “Because I’m going home. You don’t need me, and I won’t put up with another man.”

  “There is no other man. You’re the first male Omega I’ve come across in all my years.” Well, there’s that one Raven keeps, but he’s not for me.

  “Then don’t call another man yours. It bothers me.” He curses. “Fuck. What is wrong with me?”

  “There’s nothing wrong with you, Omega. You’re a healthy breeder, and I’m a possessive Alpha. When I stake a claim on something, it’s mine. The shooter was mine to kill. Besides him, I got another man to kill. You’re mine to fuck.”

  Kade blinks. “Which comes first? The killing or the fucking?”

  “I haven’t decided yet.”

  He taps the wheel, gaze on his home.

  My heart squeezes. “Don’t leave me,” I whisper.

  He gets out of the car and walks away. I sit there, debating if I should go after him. Pride won’t let me. Pride will cost me a life, mine or that of someone I care for. Tayseer said this to me once, and I’ll never forget it. Still, I stay in the car.

  The Omega returns with a trash bag and opens my door, then grabs the head by the hair.

  I tighten my grip on the head. “I can’t let you take it from me.”

  He closes his eyes, gritting his teeth. “Sidone, I will not share a ride with a man’s head. Let me put it in the bag.”

  It’s mine! “Okay, Omega, okay.”

  He deposits the head in the bag and places it in the trunk. I think about the bag the entire—uncomfortable—ride back to the hotel. We don’t speak at all, and Kade parks well away from the property. It’s the middle of the night, so nobody watches as he opens the trunk and gets the black trash bag with the head. I snatch it from his hand.

  “Just let me do something for you!” he shouts and takes the bag from me, then starts marching up the street. I purr. He’s feisty and moody and wants to carry my kill. This makes me all warm inside.

  Like a good little girl, I follow him, and he sneaks us up to the hotel room, then closes the door quietly and lifts the bag. “What do you want me to do with it?”

  “We’re gonna hang it from the balcony.”

  Kade stares.

  “Was I unclear?”

  He stares up at the ceiling, mumbles something to his dear Lord, and pierces me with a stare. I’m impressed with the show of dominance in his glare.

  “Yes?” I prompt.

  “Tell me everything right now, Sidone. Or I’m gonna lose my shit.”

  Gross. “Don’t lose your waste. Hold it in there. I’ll clarify. We will hang the head from the balcony, and the next time the yacht comes, they will see it. Perhaps come after whoever killed their pet human.”

  “You’re drawing attention to yourself?”

  “Mm-hm.”

  “Why?”

  “I don’t feel like swimming around the ocean looking for a boat. The boat needs to come to me.”

  “You’re drawing those males to you because you don’t like to swim.”

  “In a nutshell.”

  The Omega purses his lips. “Okay, Sidone. I brought more ammo from the house.”

  “Great thinking. I like it.”

  Lights flicker at the Omega’s command, and he proceeds to the balcony. “The rope?” He extends a hand.

  I unbraid my belt and pass him what is now one long rope.

  Kade takes it and ties it around the head, then hangs it from the balcony. Sweat beads his forehead and upper lip. He wipes it with his shirt, showing me his abdominal muscle structure. It’s impressive. I feel his bicep. “You’re built well,” I tell him.

  “I work out.”

  “I have no idea what that means.”

  “Lift weights.” He removes his shirt and flexes his muscles, a small smile playing on his face.

  “Well-built indeed.” I head back out.

  “Whoa, where are you going?” he asks.

  At the door, I turn, and he runs into me, body pressed against mine, effectively pinning me. If this were an Alpha male, my armor would rise, and I’d take this as a challenge. But this Omega only makes my pussy flutter. I trail a claw down his chest and abdominals, stopping at the waistband. “Need to evacuate the hotel.”

  “I’ll do it,” he says.

  “It’s best if I go.”

  “You should get some sleep.”

  He looks out for me. I want to melt. Instead, I twirl my hair, a purr rising in my chest. I get out of his way and open the door. “Make sure any humans who refuse to evacuate understand I will kill anyone who stands between me and my kill. When the enemy comes, and if the owner chooses to stay, he or she is to escort the party to our room so they don’t get lost. Clear?”

  “What if a small army comes? What, then?”

  “Ooooo, don’t tease.”

  Chapter 6

  Kade

  Sidone sleeps like the dead. It’s almost noon, and I have already deflected an army of my cousins who came here to “say hi” to me but really are just nosy and wanna see Sidone. My uncle lives in the other unit of my duplex, and he must’ve seen us come in last night hence cousins know. I don’t blame them. None of us or the rest of the world has actually ever seen a female of their kind. And they really are different from the males.

  Though I’d never say this out loud, they’re smaller and softer in the right places and have more hair on their heads. Sidone has a full mane of long blonde hair she braids tightly like the rest of her kind.

  After checking i
n on the shooter’s head, I finally crawl under the sheets, exhaustion deep in my bones, though I can’t sleep. I worry about Sidone’s plan. I worry I won’t be able to protect her, though I’m certain she can hold her own. She’s meek when she sleeps, and she smells so good. I inhale a lungful of the scent that fills the room and scoot closer, putting my nose at the crook of her neck. My God, what kind of perfume smells like sex? Precum spurts out of my dick. Jesus. This has to stop. I hate walking around with wet pants. I’ve already given up on boxers. Not even gonna bother wearing them around Sidone.

  I kiss her shoulder.

  Sidone lashes out.

  I fly across the room and hit the wall, then slide right down on my ass, stars playing over my eyes.

  She’s there, palms under my armpits, picking me up.

  “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” she says. “Did I hurt you?”

  I shake my head. “I’ll be fine.”

  We sit on the bed as I try to clear my vision, then look at her. Her eyes are wide and expectant.

  I smile. “I’m gonna be fine.”

  She blows out a breath. “You can’t sneak up on me like that.”

  “I wasn’t sneaking up.” Was I? Maybe. “Not exactly.”

  “What were you doing?” She looks down her body. “You undressed me?”

  “You woke up around six this morning and stripped off your clothes, then went back to sleep.”

  “Huh.”

  “Yes.”

  “I better check on the shooter.”

  I grab her wrist. “The head’s fine. Everything is fine.” I pull her closer, and she lets me, standing between my legs. “Sidone, listen. I have a problem.”

  She looks down at me, eyes lidded at half-mast. I’m not sure if she’s still sleepy or if that’s arousal. I continue, “I’ve been hard since I met you, which is a long time to be hard. Multiple times, I’ve come all over my jeans, and basically, I can’t stop coming. So…” I kiss her belly and run a hand down her legs. Sidone stands at least six feet with long lean legs, hips and a fine pair of tits I never imagined she hid under her clothes. This is because she wraps her breasts and compresses them. “I’m wondering if you can help me out.” Gah, the smell is intoxicating. I stick my tongue out and lick her belly. My eyes roll to the back of my head. “Holy fuck, you taste sweet.” I lick some more, then bite her hip, grab the firm globes of her ass, and squeeze.