by D. J. Heart
“God, you’re good at this,” he breathed, reaching down and putting his hand on Mason’s head. He didn’t push or use any force, but just let his hand rest on his soft hair. “Fucking swallowing me down like a champ.”
Mason bobbed down again, moaning around Mick’s length until his nose was pressed into the soft curls of Mick’s pubic hair.
This time Mick couldn’t take it any more. His balls pulled up and his cock spasmed, and he shot his load into Mason’s gut with a grunt. Unable to help himself, he put both his hands on the back of Mason’s head and held him in place as he continued shooting his load. It wasn’t until his knot threatened to lock behind Mason’s teeth that he let go, shooting the rest of his orgasm all over Mason’s face.
“Sorry,” he mumbled when he was done, feeling amazing. Mason just blinked up at him, come sticking to his eyelashes, looking dazed. He shuffled forward and brought his crotch to Mick’s leg and started humping him, pushing his come drenched face against Mick’s abdomen.
Laughing, Mick leaned down and grabbed Mason by the waist and lifted him up in the air. Crying out, Mason clung to Mick’s chest and buried his face in his shoulder. Cock hanging out of his jeans, Mick carried Mason over to a tree a few feet away and set him down.
“You want to come?” he growled, yanking Mason’s pants down and palming his cock.
“Please, yes!” Mason groaned, thrusting his hips into Mick’s grip.
“All right then,” Mick said, sinking to his knees. Mason looked down at him, confused, his eyes widening when Mick took him into his mouth and swallowed the length of his cock into his throat.
Mason obviously wasn’t nearly as big as Mick, and Mick had little trouble taking his six inches to the root. He slurped and hollowed his cheeks, reaching up between Mason’s legs and shoving two fingers into his ass and curling them into his prostate.
Mason bucked, screaming out and bending down so that he was curled over Mick’s head, and shot his load into Mick’s mouth.
Mick drank him down, pulling back so that he could tongue and lick the head of Mason’s cock until he was squirming.
“Oh, fuck… it’s so sensitive,” Mason complained, which only made Mick suck him harder.
When he finally pushed himself back to his feet, crowding Mason back into the tree, the omega looked dazed and fucked out. Mick took the fingers that had been inside his omega’s hole, covered in slick, and wiped them off on the front of his shirt. Then he leaned down and covered Mason’s lips with his own, kissing him hungrily before pulling away with a smirk.
“You ready for the walk back?” he asked, taking off his shirt and reaching for his jacket. The shirt was messy with come and slick, and Mick didn’t want to get it on the leather of his coat. Tucking the end of his shirt into his back pocket, he grabbed his jacket off the branch where he’d hung it and pulled it on.
Mason watched him with a hungry expression, the bare chest and leather jacket look obviously working for him. Tucking his cock back into his pants, Mick spun the horny omega around and untied his wrists, putting the belt back around his waist.
“So?” he asked, zipping the jacket up and waiting for Mason to answer.
“What?” Mason asked, blinking up at him. Mick grinned.
“Are you ready to head back? We should probably get going before we start getting hungry.”
Mason nodded, reaching out his hand for Mick to hold. Mick took it, curling his fingers around Mason’s palm and leading him back the way they came.
He could get used to going on hikes like this.
***
Chapter 29
Getting answers out of Eric wasn’t as easy as getting them from Vincent, and by the time Chris was done he was drenched in blood and sweating hard. Eric lay on the floor, staring up at the ceiling, his breaths coming in short, shallow gasps.
Marlow was right. Eric was working for someone looking to move in on California, but it wasn’t about omegas. It was about drugs.
Apparently Phermo Biotech was the source of over half the world’s supply of Rut, and Eric’s bosses wanted in on the action. Phermo supplied Rut to the Pica Cartel in exchange for letting them operate their brothels without interference or competition in the California region.
Eric’s bosses, working for a rival cartel, were looking to secure a deal with Phermo BioTech and take over their deal before moving in.
The biggest surprise to Chris was that Marlow worked for the Pica Cartel and not for Phermo.
Chris wondered what he would do if Chris called back to him and told him that the company supplying the cartel he worked for with drugs was thinking about switching sides.
It probably wouldn’t be pretty.
Getting up, Chris grabbed a knife and slit Eric’s throat before heading over to talk to Vincent again.
Vincent took one look at him and promptly panicked. He started thrashing around like a fish on land, not stilling until Chris moved forward and planted a boot on his neck.
“You do any work with the Pica cartel?” Chris asked, pinning Vincent’s head to the floor.
“I launder money for them,” Vincent admitted right away. “I—”
Chris had heard enough. He bent down and slit Vincent’s throat, knowing everything he needed to know.
Chris had no intention of getting caught up in a drug war, but he wasn’t going to let Phermo go unpunished.
He stripped off his bloody clothes and jogged up to the third floor and took a shower, scrubbing himself down twice so that Mason wouldn’t smell the blood on him.
The FBI could handle the cartels. Chris had no interest getting in the middle of a drug war, and killing every member of an organized crime syndicate was just not possible.
He would kill the people on his list—or his team would—along with the Phermo executive team, and then he would let Emily take the rest of the information to the press.
The public may not care about politicians and police shielding omega traffickers, but cartels? That was a different matter.
He called Brandon.
“Hey man, how’s it going?” Brandon answered on the first ring. “That cabin is sweet, isn’t it?”
Chris snorted. “It’s not a cabin, you fucker. It’s a mansion. And it’s going to need some cleanup in the basement.”
“Yeah?” Brandon sounded interested. “You get what you need?”
“I did,” Chris said. He sat down on the couch and put his legs on the coffee table. Relaxed back into the couch he closed his eyes. “Apparently I’m taking down the executive team of a pharmaceutical company. They got in bed with a cartel to produce Rut, if you can believe it.”
“No way,” Brandon laughed. “Think you can score me some before you take them down?”
Chris laughed. He knew that Brandon was only about sixty percent kidding.
“If I see any lying around, sure.” He hesitated. “So have you talked to Mick?”
“I did. I got your list. We’ve divided the targets up among the team, are you ready for us to get started?”
Chris smiled. He knew Mick would always have his back, but it was good to hear that the rest of the team did as well.
“I want to get the paper-pushers first. It shouldn’t take me more than a few days.”
“That’s fine. We’re ready.”
“Thanks, I appreciate it. Be careful, though. A lot of these guys work for the Pico cartel. Make sure you don’t get close before you take them down.”
Brandon laughed. “We know how to do our jobs, Chris. Don’t worry. How is Mick, by the way? He seemed pretty happy the last time I talked to him.”
Chris grinned. “He told you that we…?”
“That you both bonded with the same omega? Yeah, he told me. Congratulations. I’m glad it worked out between the two of you. It would have sucked to have Mick moping around while you were off with your boy.”
“Yeah. It worked out pretty well.” Chris still couldn’t believe that he got to have both Mick and Mason. He didn’t
even care that Brandon apparently knew all about the tension that had existed between him and Mick.
“I’ll be waiting to hear from you. Take care, man,” Brandon said.
“You too. Be safe.” Chris hung up the phone and waited a few minutes before calling Marlow.
Chris didn’t want to get in the middle of a drug war, but he didn’t mind starting one.
“You have an answer?” Marlow asked right after picking up. He sounded aggravated, and Chris was a little annoyed.
“I do. Eric was working for the Dogwood cartel. He was supposed to talk to someone at Phermo BioTech about taking over the agreement you have with them. I’m not sure what that’s about, but I could find out if you need to know.”
“No, that’s enough. Kill him.” Marlow sounded like he didn’t want Chris investigating further, which Chris understood.
“Will do,” Chris said. Marlow was quiet for a second, and when he spoke he almost sounded tentative.
“Are you sure you don’t want to come back now that you’ve had some time to think?”
Chris growled. “Do you know that I feel bad when Mason cries?” he said, making it sound like the worst thing in the world. “He cries, and I feel guilty. Do you have any idea how much that sucks? And he gets wet for me. One whiff of my knot and he’s panting for it. You’re lucky I don’t slit your fucking throat for doing this to me.”
“Okay, okay. I was just asking. We’re still good, though? No hard feelings?”
“No,” Chris grumbled. “I know that you couldn’t have predicted this. I just need to get back to actual military work. None of this omega bullshit.”
“I understand. Good luck.”
Chris hung up, dropping his phone with disgust. He was glad that Marlow would be dead soon. The world would be a better place without him.
Grabbing the remote to the TV, Chris turned the TV on and went to grab his laptop. The TV on in the background, set to a nature documentary about Africa, Chris got to work figuring out how best to take down the assholes at Phermo Biotech.
***
Chapter 30
Mason wasn’t really so tired that he couldn’t walk, but with his legs feeling like jello, he made Mick keep his promise and carry him.
Mick didn’t seem to mind one bit.
“You have a really nice ass,” Mason said. He was hanging over Mick’s shoulder, the alpha’s arm curled around his waist, looking down at Mick’s surprisingly round behind.
“Thank you,” Mick said, laughter in his voice. “I do a lot of squats.”
“I can tell,” Mason said. He stretched down and touched the pretty mound, pushing his hand into the pocket that wasn’t carrying Mick’s shirt.
“Stop that!” Mick laughed, smacking Mason sharply on the ass. “I don’t want a hard-on right now.”
“Fine.” Mason pouted, lifting his hand back and letting it dangle down uselessly. He was honestly a little offended that Mick didn’t have a hard on. Mason did. It was currently pushing against Mick’s shoulder, and every time he took a step it shifted a bit, providing just the right amount of friction.
The spank had only made it harder.
“Will Chris be done working when we get back?” Mason asked. He was hungry, and having lunch with his alphas sounded like the perfect thing right now. Lunch and sex, preferably.
It must be the remnants of the heat drugs in his system making him extra horny. That, and the fact that he had two new alphas.
“I don’t know. We’ll find out soon enough, I guess.”
Mason shifted, wanting to be let down. Being carried was fun for a little while, but not more than fifteen minutes.
“I want to walk,” he said, Mick dutifully lowering him to the ground. His legs were sore, his thighs aching, but he didn’t complain.
They kept walking, holding hands and moving still just a little too fast, and after another twenty minutes the house was finally in sight.
“Thank God,” Mason sighed. Mick laughed and pulled him in under his arm.
“Come on, it wasn’t that bad,” he said. “We’ve only been gone for about five hours.”
Mason gave his alpha a look that let him know exactly what he thought about that. Only five hours—and without any food or water? That was not Mason’s idea of a good time.
Though, the stop at the lake had been fun.
They made their way into the house, and Mason yanked off his shoes the minute he was through the door. His feet were killing him.
“Hello?” he called, moving toward the stairs. He could hear the sound of the TV on the second floor, so he forced himself up the steps and walked into the large living room.
Chris was watching TV, a beer and his laptop sitting on the coffee table. When Mason walked into the room he turned his head and smiled. It was blinding, and Mason was struck by just how handsome his mates were. Like movie stars, but real.
Mason made his way over to the couch and dropped down on his back, lying down with his head resting on Chris’s thigh.
“Mick made me walk for five hours,” he complained, looking up at his alpha. Chris looked a little surprised, but then he smirked.
“He’s like that with everyone. When we work out he won’t let me quit until I’m literally shaking. I’m sure now that you’re his omega he’ll be just as bad with you.”
Mason winced at the thought of being made to work regularly for the rest of his life, but when Mick walked into the room he forgot all about that and grinned. Mick had taken off his jacket, but he hadn’t put on a shirt. Coming toward them in nothing but his jeans and boots he made Mason drool.
If that was what working out got you, then Mason didn’t think he should complain.
“Lift your legs,” Mick ordered, standing next to the couch with a raised eyebrow. Mason lifted his feet up, and Mick sat down in the empty space. Mason lowered his legs down onto Mick’s lap, and the alpha started massaging his feet.
It felt incredible.
“That’s better than sex,” he said, closing his eyes and loving how good it felt to be with his alphas like this. He felt lucky, and he couldn’t believe how well his plan to remove the bonding implant had turned out.
“Wow, did you hear that?” Mick said, squeezing down on the arch of Mason’s foot. He sounded teasing.
“I think I’m offended,” Chris responded, just as amused.
“Shut up,” Mason mumbled. He was enjoying himself, that’s all he’d meant. “It’s just nice.”
“We’re just teasing you,” Mick said. Then he turned to Chris. “How did it go today? Did you find out what you needed to know?”
Mason opened his eyes, wanting to know the answer to this as well.
“I did,” Chris said, stroking his hand through Mason’s hair. “It’s a pharmaceutical company named Phermo BioTech. They make drugs for omegas. I think they’ve been using the brothels to run clinical trials.”
“A pharmaceutical company?” Mick sounded incredulous, and Mason had to admit he felt the same. How could they have gotten away with that?
“Working with a cartel, but yes. Brandon and everyone else are going to start working their way through the list. I figured we could head into their office tomorrow and do a quick execution style drive by. There’s another cartel looking to move in on California, and hopefully both sides will think the other is responsible.”
Mason just stared up at Chris. An execution style drive by?
Who talked like that?
“You have a plan?” Mick asked, like this was perfectly normal. Chris nodded.
“I had a look at the layout. If we cut the phone lines and jam their cell phones, then it shouldn’t be too hard to block off the exits and take them out. All the executives are on the same floor. If we’re fast and quiet we should be able to get in and out before anyone notices we’re there.”
“Messy, though,” Mick commented. He was still rubbing Mason’s feet.
“Efficient,” Chris countered.
“You look a little g
reen, there,” Chris commented, stroking his hair. “You okay with this plan? I mean; these people wanted to use you as a sex slave while they experimented on you. You can’t be feeling to sorry for them.”
Well, when he put it like that.
“I guess. Is it safe, though? And how do you know that they’re all guilty? Some of them might not know what’s going on.”
Mick shook his head and patted Mason on his leg. “No, they all know what’s going on. A lot of lower level employees might not, but the people on top? This is their show. They’re all in it together.”
