Dominion (Alpha Domain #1) (15 page)

I
couldn’t remember ever feeling
so warm in my entire life. Not in a hot, sweaty way—just in the comfy, ‘
safe-in-a-man’s-strong-arms-and-totally-safe
’ way.

I snuggled closer to the warmth at my back, then frowned when I realized my front was growing colder. With a huff, I reached out and pulled the warm mass closer to me, sighing with contentment when it shifted and pressed firmly against my bare breasts.

It was then that my mind woke up enough to realize that I wasn’t just safe in a man’s embrace. I was safely cocooned in
two
men’s arms, sandwiched intimately between their hard bodies.

I’m the luckiest girl on the planet.

My eyes opened and I smiled when I realized John came to bed and curled up beside me. I could still feel Allen at my back—sound asleep with his thick morning erection pressed snugly against my ass.

I shivered when I remembered what he did in the shower, his finger stretching my hole as he spoke in that gravelly tone about how badly he wanted to put his cock inside.

The words I said at some point in the past twenty-four hours—that I wanted them both inside me at the same time—came back and looped around in my head. I felt myself getting wet and I let my hands creep beneath the covers and reached for John.

When I found his equally hard cock trapped under a pair of boxer shorts, I let out a short huff. He twitched in his sleep, thrusting his cock against my hand and letting out a soft gasp.

With a wicked grin, I pressed my ass back against Allen and moved back and forth, continuing the movement until I felt him stir out of sleep. He started to sit up, then laid back down when he realized John was in bed with us.

His arm tightened around my waist and he leaned forward to whisper into my ear.

“Want something, baby?”

I bit my lip and nodded.

“Tell me.”

I craned my neck back just enough for me to see his eyes in the semi-darkness of the room.

“I want you in my ass.”

He groaned and thrust forward, his cock slipping between my cheeks. He tipped his chin forward, gesturing to John, and I slid my hand under his boxer shorts and started working his cock with fast, tight strokes.

It only took a few seconds before he woke up and let out a long groan. His eyes opened and locked on mine, his hand moving to grasp my hip as he thrust into my palm.

“Morning,” he said sleepily, leaning in for a kiss as I continued to work him with my hand.

“Morning,” I whispered back, then grinned as I said, “I need you inside of me.”

John groaned and pulled my hand out of his underwear, rolling onto his back to take them off. Allen grabbed my thigh and pulled my leg back, hooking it around his hip as he slid forward and buried his length to the hilt.

“So wet,” he whispered as he slowly began to move. “Always so ready to take it.”

“Yes,” I whimpered. “
More
.”

John paused mid-stretch in his reach for a condom, looking back at us with a frown.

“Are you—”

Allen thrust hard, pulling a strangled moan from my lips while he grunted, “Yeah.”

His eyebrow cocked. “No rubber?”

“She’s on the pill and we’re both clean. We’re
all
clean, Amber.”

I nodded my understanding, trusting both of them completely. After all, my life was already in their hands. I didn’t see any reason why they would be dishonest with me about this.

I reached for John’s cock and gently tugged, waiting for him to roll back onto his side. He grinned with delight and rolled back to face me, then waited until Allen pulled out so he could turn me around. My thigh was lifted again, hooked backwards over John’s hip in the same position Allen just had me in.

Allen smiled and kissed me, swallowing my moan as John pushed into my wet entrance. He let out a shuddering breath against my neck and my hips bucked when I felt his hand come around my front to rub slow circles on my clit.

I used my hand to stroke Allen the way he showed me in the shower, using my wetness as lubricant and grinning at the way his breathing quickly became labored. He played with my nipples, pinching and twisting them almost to the point of pain before releasing them and gently caressing my breasts while simultaneously kissing my neck.

It was a sensation overload. John was moving slowly inside me, his finger maintaining the same lazy rhythm on my clitoris.

“You feel amazing, darling,” he groaned. “It’s so damn hot.”

“Ohh fuck, John...
more
,” I begged as he started to increase the force of his pumps.

“How much more can you take?” Allen asked as he gripped my chin and forced me to face him. He didn’t need to clarify further—I knew exactly what he was asking.

“Everything.
Please
.”

“Get on top,” he demanded lowly, the heat in his voice leaving no room to argue.

Not that I would have anyways.

John whimpered when I pulled away, then looked up at me with a smile when I swung my leg over his hips to straddle him. I took his cock back into my body with ease, then melted back into Allen’s embrace when he propped up behind me on his knees.

“We’re gonna fill you up, baby,” he whispered, trailing his finger lightly between my ass cheeks. “Tell me you want me in your ass again.”

“I want you in my ass, Allen. I
need
it. Please!”

John growled from beneath me and bucked his hips up, making me move again.

“Get the lube and prep her. Now let me see those tits bouncing. Ride me.”

I grinned and leaned back, giving him a perfect view of my chest as I rose and fell on his cock. I noticed Allen watching from where he had gone to the nightstand to get the lube, his painfully hard cock twitching with interest in the show I was putting on.

Between the sensations and the attention of these two ridiculously gorgeous men on me, I got to the edge in record time. John grabbed my hips and started thrusting up, driving into me so fast that my tits kept bouncing even though he was the one moving. I pinched my nipples hard and screamed through my orgasm, flooding John’s cock with wetness while the aftershocks of pleasure made my entire body shake.

I fell forward against his chest and he let out a long, pleased hum of approval. His hips were still moving minutely, so I raised mine slightly to give him a better angle.

“That was fucking glorious,” he whispered while Allen climbed on the bed behind me.

I heard the cap of the lube open a moment before his slick digit found my virgin hole. John stilled as Allen pressed his finger forward, burying it inside my ass and giving me a second to adjust before he slowly started easing it in and out.

“Want you so bad, baby. I—”

A loud knock at the door made all three of us freeze at once. John’s eyes widened with horror and he shouted, “Don’t come in!”

But it was too late. The door swung open and the scarred man—Mason—stepped inside.

“Time to—Holy
fuck
!”

I crossed my arms over my chest to shield my breasts from his vision. John was already sitting up and pulling the sheet up to cover where we were joined while Allen growled from behind me.

“
Get the fuck out
.”

Mason opened his mouth to speak—then abruptly snapped it shut. He gave a jerky nod and spun around, closing the door quietly behind him.

John looked past my shoulder and said, “We need to move.”

“
Now?
” Allen parroted incredulously.

“Yes,
now
. Fuck. Baby, hop off.”

I slid off, a little surprised when I realized that he was still rock-hard despite the rude interruption. The slow drag pulled a groan out of us both and I glanced back at Allen’s needy cock with sympathy.

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered as he scrubbed his face with his un-lubed hand. “I’m really not looking forward to doing this with a fucking boner. How long do we have?”

John glanced at the clock and winced. “Nine minutes to get dressed and ready to go.”

“Fucking hell,” he miserably groaned, then crawled backwards on the bed until he was standing at the foot of it. “Who’s guarding Amber?”

“Mason,” John said dryly.

“Um,
excuse me?
” I chimed in, holding the sheet to my chest as the men started getting dressed. “What’s going on and why do I need to be guarded?”

Allen’s eyes softened as he said, “We have to take care of a few things to ensure your safety.”

“Mason will keep you safe until we return. We shouldn’t be long—no more than three hours if I had to guess.”

Allen’s eyes narrowed and he cocked his head to the side. “Three hours? What exactly are we doing?”

“I’ll explain on the way. We’re moving in... seven minutes. Get ready.”

“I didn’t sign off on whatever plan you’ve made without me.”

I didn’t miss the ice in Allen’s voice and judging by the look on his face, neither did John. He froze mid-step, then slowly turned to face the other man.

“You were indisposed and we made a decision as a group. It’s still the plan you originally signed off on, the only thing different are a few of the details. No one was stepping on your toes or going above your head, Allen.”

There was a brief moment of silence, both men tensed up like cats about to fight. I could tell that John was offended by the insinuation that he would change Allen’s plan without his consent and Allen was irritated that the details weren’t cleared with him first.

When I thought more about it, I realized it was probably more about the fact that Allen had no idea and no control over what was about to happen. He was essentially going in blind.

But eventually, he nodded his acceptance and both men continued to prepare themselves for battle. I watched with wide eyes as they quickly dressed—both wincing when they had to tuck their erections into their jeans—then strapped themselves with holsters, guns, and clips of ammunition.

“Aren’t... Don’t you have vests or something?” I asked, my voice wavering.

Both men stopped what they were doing and approached me, soothingly running their hands over my face and hair. All I wanted to do was drop the sheet and beg for their touch, beg them to stay with me and forget about whatever they were going to do that involved guns.

But I knew better than to ask for that. This was just as much for their safety as well as mine.

“Vests restrict movement. We work better without them,” John answered before bringing his lips down to softly press a kiss to my cheek. “We’ll be fine.”

“Promise?” I asked, twisting my fingers in the collars of both of their t-shirts. “Because if you can’t promise that, then I’d prefer if you stayed and continued what we started.”

Allen gripped my hair and pulled my head back. I gasped as I stared up into his eyes—so dark and full of promises—both sweet
and
wicked.

“Oh, we will continue what we started. I promise.”

His lips met mine in a fierce kiss, one that reignited the fire in my core and reminded me of everything we had done together in the past few days. The sheet fell when I put my arms around his neck, and John groaned right before I felt a warm palm grip one of my breasts and squeeze.

Allen pulled away and looked down at my chest, swallowing hard.

“
Fuck
, we don’t have time,” he grunted, yanking himself away from me. “Come on, John.”

“One sec,” he said before kissing me soundly on the lips, his fingers still toying with my nipples. “I hope you’ll be ready for more tonight. I get a little restless after a job.”

“I can’t wait.”

Both men grinned and walked out of the room, but not before warning me to get dressed before Mason came back. I quickly pulled on one of Allen’s shirts again before darting down the empty hall to my own bedroom for fresh clothes.

Once there, I was reminded of the fact that Allen had bought me nothing but slutty clothes. I rolled my eyes and pulled on a pair of the tiny panties he’d gotten me, deciding that I may as well wear his shirt since it was longer than most of the dresses and skirts anyways.

“
Y
ou guys ready to rumble
?”

I stopped, turning my head sharply towards Derek.

“
Never
say that again.”

He rolled his eyes and scoffed, waving me off. It was then that I noticed his outfit and my eyebrows drew together with confusion.

“Why the fuck are you dressed like that?”

Troy grinned and tipped his head to the door before he started walking, John and Derek following right behind him. I turned to glance at Mason one more time, giving him a solemn nod and a stern look that said, ‘
If anyone touches my girl, I’ll tear your dick off with my bare hands.
’

Satisfied with the wink and thumbs up he gave me, I followed behind the others.

As soon as I stepped behind the house, I was greeted by the sight of John pulling a tarp off of something large and my frown grew even deeper when I finally recognized what it was.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

“The bus waits for no man, Allen! Load up!” Derek called as he marched over to the doors and pulled them open. “School is officially in session!”

I
clapped
my hand over Allen’s shoulder, pushing him forward as he continued to blankly stare at the school bus. Troy was already on board, sitting down in the seat right behind Derek. I gave Allen a gentle push towards the opposite row of seats, then crouched down in the aisle between them as Derek pulled the doors shut and started the engine.

“Someone
please
tell me why I’m on a school bus.”

Troy swung his legs into the aisle and leaned forward. “Because there’s a bus that goes through Sanchez territory every morning at approximately 6:10. Derek will drive us into the area and we’ll hop off close to the warehouse.”

“Then after we take out anyone in the warehouse, Derek will loop back around and we’ll put the captives on the bus. Blindfolded, of course,” I added, watching as understanding dawned on my best friend’s face.

“Drop point?”

“Already scouted. A getaway car has been parked within two blocks.”

“So we’re ready to go.”

“Yes, sir. Just one last thing.”

Allen frowned and asked, “What’s that?”

Troy opened the bag sitting at his feet and pulled out three ski masks, tossing one to Allen and one to myself before pulling the mask over his own face.

“Like you said—we can’t risk any of the captives identifying us. Suit up.”

W
hen it all
came down to it, we couldn’t have planned it any better.

Derek dropped us very close to the side entrance of the building, only leaving us with a brief run over the remaining distance. And at such an early hour of the morning, hidden by the last bit of darkness before dawn, we were damn near impossible to see. Not that anyone was even awake to see us.

Troy picked the lock of the side entrance door and we slipped inside—leaving us wondering how the hell they managed to keep any captives locked down in a place that seemed so easy to infiltrate.

“Shit!”

“What?” I asked, turning to the sound of Allen’s voice.

He pointed up the staircase to our left and I frowned.

Alright, maybe I
could
understand how captive never made it out. The steel door at the top of the stairs was impenetrable without the proper tools.

“What the fuck do we do now?” I asked Troy.

Normally, this would be the point where we’d break out whatever explosives we had purposely fashioned for a door like this. It wasn’t something we never dealt with—we just weren’t prepared for it this time.

Allen pointed a gloved hand to my right and I nodded, raising my gun in the air as I slowly started to creep down the short hallway. Troy covered me while Allen set up at the front and waited to make sure no one came in the side door behind us.

The silence in the building was almost being eerie. The slight squeak of our shoes against the title floor as we crept forward was the only sound perceptible to my ears and I wondered if there was even anyone here this early in the morning for us to leave our message with.

Judging by the deathly silence— I was starting to think there wasn’t.

When we got to the end of the hall, it split in two different directions. Troy signaled left so I moved right, in silent agreement that we’d go to the ends and check the doors before meeting back at the fork. I was on high alert as I moved down the hallway, my heartbeat rising as I got closer and closer to the door at the end.

It was just a standard door, not like the steel one up the stairs that we couldn’t break. It was pretty similar to the one that we originally came in through, but I knew from studying the blueprints that there was no way this door could be an exit.

I eyed the lock a few times, then glanced back at Troy’s disappearing form as he stepped further down the hall. I eased myself close to the door and pressed my ear against it, listening closely for any sounds.

I was met with silence, my eyes trained on Troy as he did the same thing on the other end. We both waited for a long moment, then he made a signal with his hand that I was able to recognize as
dead end
.

Just as I was about to pull away from my own door in agreement, a muffled curse sent my heart racing. I waved my hand frantically at him, crouching down low and keeping my gun at the ready as Troy silently moved down the hall.

He crouched down beside me and pulled the lock pick tool from his back pocket, moving forward and gently easing it in the keyhole. We both froze when another curse—closer this time—came from directly behind the door. With panic in his eyes, Troy pulled the tool out of the slot just as the knob started to twist.

Troy flattened himself against the wall and I followed suit, watching with a grin as he lifted his gun and slammed the butt forward.

Well, at least I knew it wasn’t a captive.

At least I hope it wasn’t.

Troy peeked into the room and pulled at the radio on his arm.

“Down the hall and take a right. Found the barracks.”

We waited until Allen rounded the corner and looked down at the unconscious form of the Sanchez employee who had opened the door for us.

“He dead?”

“No.”

With a frown, Allen pulled the silenced pistol from his holster and fired a round into the back of the man’s skull.

“He is now,” he needlessly stated as he stepped over the body and entered the room. “So this is where they sleep.”

We followed him in and I realized he was right. This must have been where the permanent employees of the warehouse slept— bunk beds were lined along the walls almost like an army barrack, only far for personalized.

“This guy was cursing, he must’ve been running late.”

“Yeah. Lucky for us,” Troy mumbled as he crouched beside the body and searched through his pants pockets.

A moment later, he grinned and pulled out a key to what could only be the steel door.

“Let’s go to work, boys.”

I
ignored
the look John was giving me as we walked back to the upstairs door to test the key.

Killing men wasn’t anything new to either of us, but I was fairly certain this was the first time he had ever seen me take someone out when they were already down. It really wasn’t my style, but this wasn’t about me anymore. It was about Amber.

And we had a message to send. One that leaving the members of the Sanchez family with splitting headaches wasn’t going to solve.

No, this was only going to end with a fuckload of bloodshed.

“The key fits,” Troy announced. “You ready?”

I looked to John, noticing the hardening of his eyes past the ski mask as he gave a firm nod.

“Ready. Boss?”

“Always.”

Troy twisted the key and backed away as multiple locks started disengaging from within the steel door. A few moments later, the door released and started to open from the other side.

“Ricardo, late again. Dante won’t be happy—”

I lunged forward, slamming my pistol against the man’s face and waiting for him to jerk backwards before I lifted the gun and pulled the trigger— delivering the bullet directly between his eyes.

Troy and John flooded in around me, raising their guns and firing down the hall as the screaming began. Men started to rush out of multiple rooms into the dreary hallway, but the three of us mowed down every single person who was stupid enough to throw themselves into the line of fire.

Two minutes later, the cement hallway was littered with at least twelve bodies and it was eerily quiet once again.

All that was left now were the men smart enough to stay hidden and wait for us to move.

Smart or not, they wouldn’t be leaving alive. The only option for survival for them was to flee. Which we needed at least one of them to do in order to ensure this news to made it back to Mario’s ears.

“Come out, come out, wherever you are!” I shouted, knowing that most of the members of the family would recognize me by voice. Hopefully, knowing it was me and my team would scare a few of them into running.

Those that ran would live.

Those that tried to fight us would die.

Troy and John flanked me, their guns aimed at opposite sides of the hall as we slowly made our way to the first set of parallel doors. Troy held up a fist and I respected his training, stopping immediately and waiting for another signal. He flipped out something on the side of his gun—a mirror, I realized upon closer inspection—and got close enough to the door to tilt it and see inside.

He held up two fingers, then another fist. After repeating the recon move on the other side and holding up one finger, I pointed to John and crooked my finger, silently commanding him to move with me.

On the count of three made by my fingers, John ran and slid past the door to the other side, drawing gunfire that was distracted enough for me to lean in and fire off a couple fatal rounds. Troy easily handled the one person in the other room and we checked to make sure there were no captives before moving on to repeat the process at the next set of doors.

We worked like a well oiled machine— moving all the way to the end of the hall without any of us so much as being grazed by a bullet. After we made sure the fork at the end of the hall was clear, Troy motioned for us to step back.

“The captives must be being kept all in one place.”

“Should we search these rooms for clues?” John asked, pointing his thumb back to the hall we just cleared out.

“We can do that or pick a path. Left or right. Boss? What do you want to do?”

Not being able to read their facial expressions was irritating and I could only rely on their eyes to judge. I looked from Troy to John, noting that they both seemed content to go with whatever option I chose, but something in John’s expression was wary.

“J. What do you think?”

Both men’s eyes widened with surprise. It wasn’t often that I asked for anyone else’s opinion while on missions, but I trusted John’s judgement. Since I wasn’t feeling any particular calling to either path, I needed a second opinion.

And John was the person I would turn to for that every single time. Without question.

“Left,” he said with a jerk of his chin in that direction.

“Any particular reason?”

“Intuition.”

“That’s good enough for me,” I said as I stalked forward and turned left down the hallway.

I didn’t miss John’s smile as I stepped past him and a small twinge of guilt coiled in my stomach at the thought that he obviously had no idea how much I valued his input. Whether I asked for it often or not was irrelevant in my eyes, but apparently it wasn’t in John’s.

At the end of the hall was a flimsy wooden door. I tried the knob, raising an eyebrow when I realized it was locked. John stepped past me and kicked—the frame splintering under the force of his boot. There was loud shout right beside the door, one that was abruptly cut off by a bullet.

“Help! Please, help!”

All three of us froze at the sound of a male’s voice as he shouted for help, followed by a hoarse sob as someone obviously punched the man to silence him. A feminine scream echoed in the hall and we stepped forward, our eyes widening at the massiveness of the warehouse room.

Holy
fuck
.

The chambers for each slave were all visible from where we stood up on the metal walkway. Eight by eight rooms lined against the walls with dividers between them and glass fronts. They couldn’t see the other captives on either side of them, but they could see out at their captors.

And the buyers when they come to look at the goods
, I thought sourly.

Speaking of—the female scream sounded again followed by the unmistakable crack of a whip and I realized that we must have walked in right at the start of training hours.

None of that really mattered though considering every Sanchez member who wasn’t in a cell with the slaves was now aware of our presence. Angry shouts in both English and Spanish sounded through the building as they rushed for the stairs, a few of them firing randomly up at us.

“What a waste of bullets,” I muttered as I dropped to the ground and started crawling forward. I shouted back at John and Troy. “Take the other end!”

Once I got to the corner of the metal walkway, I crouched up on my knees and aimed my gun at the staircase opposite of me. The set-up was incredibly lucky— I reached for a spare clip to place by my feet as I fired at the men rushing up the stairs hoping to take us down.

A few turned around and ran and I let them go— hoping that they would actually run for freedom instead of calling for back-up.

“Boss, move! I’ll cover you!” Troy shouted as he laid down on the walkway to keep the high view of the area with his rifle.

John and I moved at the same time, both of us standing up and running to our respective staircases, dodging bullets as Troy took down anyone he could see. I hopped over the pile of bodies and let my body go lax for the landing, ducking into a roll against the harsh floor and grinding my teeth together when pain shot up my arm.

“God dammit,” I muttered, realizing that the landing had scraped the hell out of my arm, but having no time to check it out as three guys rushed me from behind.

Someone grabbed me— obviously attempting to hold me still so one of their buddies could disarm me— and with a roar of anger, I sent my head flying back and crashing against the other man’s skull. Pain radiated from the hit, but I ignored and spun around, taking two of the men out with the last few rounds in my pistol as Troy nailed the third.

John cursed loudly and I broke into a run towards his voice, seeing his gun laying discarded on the floor yards away from him as he fought hand-to-hand with one of the trainers. I reached for John’s gun and held it up, waiting until he noticed me and ducked down to give me a clear shot.

After I took down the trainer, the only sound left was our combined pants until Troy’s footsteps running on the metal walkways hit my ears. Once we were all together again, we made quick work of the rest of the trainers, going from room to room and making sure they were all dead before we met back in the middle.