Second Assault — Bond And Treason — novel Chapter 25

Tuesday, April 16th. Arsenal, 9:15 a.m.

FREDEK

Red, blue, purple, yellow and green wires. Tweezers, scissors, pliers, adhesive tape, spade and cross-head screwdrivers, contact glue, aluminum, plastic... A varied and quite extensive series of materials that I need to assemble or modify any type of explosive I want.

Sometimes gunpowder or nitroglycerin if you want the impact to have much more power. Around me there are only objects destined to cause destruction and chaos, however, this is the only place I prefer to be. Right now, I'm more afraid of people.

Two in particular... Or three, if I include my brother. There are many possible scenarios in my head about his probable reaction once he learns about my peculiar situation, none of which I succeed in finding a happy ending for any of the four.

I have never been afraid of Alexei, but I do have a deep respect and admiration for him, despite our difficult relationship. It takes a great amount of courage and a lot of balls to overcome everything that he and I have been through, and on top of that, remain sane. Of course, that doesn't mean that sometimes he manages to behave like a real jerk. I still remember his attitude to the load of nonsense Yaakov told him about Xander's lack of fidelity because of the poorly formulated stereotype of his race.

Let's just say that, to put it mildly, it was unintelligent. Since yesterday I have given a lot of consideration to how I should approach this issue with him and, honestly, I have not come up with any effective ones. I am one hundred percent sure that he will become aggressive and refuse me to be with either of them, especially Derek.

Because yes, I have finally decided to stop fighting and give in to my desires and my destiny, after all, it was Mother Moon's decision and she is never wrong. Also, if what Mrs. Ewa told me is true, I could suffer so much for not accepting one of the Alphas, that I could even die of misery. And I don't want to die. No, sir.

I'm still young and have a lot of things to discover, plus, I'm dying to get my puppies one day, although...

That will also be a sensitive issue to discuss with Derek and Angelo, especially since I have no idea how they will assimilate all this. And the worst thing is that, in both cases, telling them and my brother, I'm stuck in the middle, suffering the consequences that in the end are not my fault.

Because it's not, right? Come on, it's not like I suddenly wake up one day and decide to go out in search of two completely different Alphas, with absolutely nothing in common, pointing my finger at them so that they fall happily at my feet. Well, no, that's not how it works. Everyone knows that when the bonded partner arrives, one has no say. If it's Frankenstein himself that the moon has sent to be by your side, then you must welcome him and be happy together.

Though, thank heaven, none of them bears the slightest resemblance to that fictional creature. Not one bit. Now I just have to get them in a place where I can somehow convince them that the three of us are meant to be together. Easy, isn't it? Fuck, who am I kidding? It would be easier to swim completely naked in a frozen pool and knit a huge sweater underwater.

Since I arrived at Arsenal two hours ago, I've managed to assemble about 15 explosives without a break. I've broken my record and even with all that, I haven't been able to distract myself even a little bit from this whole complex issue. I'm about to give up, dig a hole in the ground and live there when I hear a knock on the door. I am puzzled, but I still get up and, with a bit of caution, open it.

—Hello, Fredek — well, one of my Greek gods has just materialized and I am so astonished, so shocked to find him, that I cannot formulate an answer. Angelo looks as handsome as the first time I saw him, smiles at me in such a sensual and sexy way, then points over my shoulder —. Can I come in?

I notice that my legs are starting to shake a bit as I step aside and allow him to enter the Arsenal. Normally not everyone gets access to this part of the organization without my brother's permission, but now, at this point, I don't care.

He whistles appreciatively as he looks around with his hands in the trouser pockets, making the cloth hug his strong thighs and making it hard for me to swallow the saliva in my mouth.

—Wow, you guys sure got some quality here, huh? — turns and raises an eyebrow, slowly evaluating my body from top to bottom —. Including the staff — seductively biting his lower lip.

My dick is throbbing inside the pants, getting excited without my permission at his provocation. Damn. Who am I kidding? I do want him. I want this. I long to have his hands exploring my body and let him caress me from top to bottom and every angle he wants.

Preferably me on all fours and him behind me, pushing his erection inside me. But I restrain myself as best I can, so as not to climb his body and rub against him like a cat in heat. I clear my suddenly dry throat a bit and sit down again on the stool in front of my work table.

—Alexei sent you? — I pat myself on the back for how firmly my voice came out.

—No. In fact, I came to see you — takes two steps towards me, but the distance between the two is still prudent. That doesn't mean that his smell hasn't already begun to cause effects in my body.

—Me?

—Yes, little fox. You — taking two more steps.

—What for? And don't call me little, I'm almost as tall as you — he's only a couple of inches taller than me. He laughs. A fresh, deep laughter that tickles my ears and brings warmth to my chest.

—Okay, I won't refer to you as little. But can I call you foxy? — takes two more steps, and now my knees are rubbing his faintly. Trying to look relaxed, I respond with a shrug, acting as if I don't care, when the truth is quite the opposite.

I should be worried about all this. I have to be scared and try quickly to clear up the situation, but right now, I can't think of anything else but fucking, fucking, fucking until my body can't move anymore. What the hell is wrong with me?

—Could you please explain to me what's going on here? — Derek's demanding, voice deceptively quiet.

—And you are? — Angelo tries to detach from me, but the movement is prevented by my hands clenching his shirt tightly.

I'm producing so much lubricant that I notice my underwear getting wet. I'm shaking, panting, and starting to sweat, making locks of hair stick to my forehead. I feel hot... Very hot.

—I should be asking you that — Derek takes a few strides towards us and his rich aroma invades my nostrils, making my condition even worse —. Who are you and why are you holding my Omega like that? — A dangerous aura is created around the two men, but my mind is in the nebula and I find myself unable to react.

—Your Omega? — Angelo snorts —. What are you talking about? — he asks in a voice loaded with a poorly disguised threat.

—That one you have there... — Derek points at me —. That's my Omega, sport. So you better get your hands off his body, unless you want to blow up right now.

His statement couldn't shock me more. But while I'm confused, I'm extremely happy as well. Derek finally recognized the bond between us, despite choosing the worst time to do so. Angelo snorts again, taking my hands off him, though with an effort, as I was squeezing him as if my life depended on it. He turns and stands in front of Derek, so close that their noses nearly brush against each other, being almost of the same height. Derek slightly shorter.

—Oh, yeah? — Angelo mutters, with a malicious, dangerous smile —. I'd like to see you try — Derek's eyes change to yellow too, albeit lighter, but just as intense. Both grunt as they challenge each other with their stares.

This is so wrong, the situation is getting out of control. But shit, it turns me on to see those two confronting one another like this. «Concentrate, Fredek», I mentally scold myself, but it's no use. I'm on the coals, burning with desire and contained lust. I take off my jacket with difficulty, my breath comes out in heavy gasps. My body roars for release and I start producing pheromones like crazy. They seem to notice, as they both frown and sniff the air, turning towards me.

Then, the reality of my condition hits me. «My heat... My heat it's beginning». Fuck, what a great timing my body chose to do it. Angelo is the first to realize, eyes opening wide and the bulge between his legs seems to grow as he scrutinizes me closely. Soon after, a similar reaction engulfs Derek and now they are both standing there watching me, unsure of what to do. Well, I'll tell them exactly what to do.

—Listen to me — my voice is rasping and I have to fight to get air into my lungs —. I swear I'll explain what's going on, but right now... — they are approaching slowly, as if I were the metal and they were the magnets —. Right now... — I continue —. I need you both to fuck me.