by A. J. Winter
“Clip!” he shouted. “Quick!”
The Alpha struggled to his feet, one hand over the hole just below his ribs. How the shot had missed everything of vital importance in the man’s body Damian didn’t know, but obviously it had. His face was twisted with a mix of pain and rage. He bellowed and was set to charge again, the whole thing taking less time than it took for Damian to get a fresh clip and reload.
Eddie rolled and lunged, catching the Alpha off guard and knocking him off balance. The two men scuffled.
Damian was cursing and trying to load the gun. He brought it up to sight, knowing it was too late. What he saw in his sight was not a charging super-human but Eddie snapping the other Alpha’s neck. He shifted the rifle and pulled the trigger, catching the Alpha that was stalking up on Eddie square in the chest. From the increased damage he guessed someone had loaded this clip with soft point bullets instead of the solid rounds.
‘Why weren’t we using these rounds before?’
The attacks were slowing now and Eddie, Rebecca, and Rita stood on the road, breathing hard. The leader of the Alphas sneered. He no longer appeared to be a nearly middle-aged man with thinning hair, the full force of his personality and physical strength was evident. He stood tall, taller even than Atlanta, and was nearly as wide as both Rebecca and Rita standing shoulder-to-shoulder. All meekness and deference were gone from his face, replaced with open contempt. His hands were clenched making the muscles on his arms stand out. He stood braced in a fighting stance and looked like he could take on every ultimate fighting champion and professional wrestler at the same time and probably still win.
“You think you’re a match for me?” Khan shouted at Eddie.
Before Eddie could answer Khan’s chest and face were riddled with holes. The noise from the rifles on the wall, all firing in near unity, was close to deafening.
VII.
Everything seemed to move so slowly after the gut-wrenching, mind-bending speed of the attacks. The villagers stepped cautiously from their homes in the silence that followed the fight. On the other side of the wall Alphas stepped cautiously to the edge of the trees, peering from around the trunks and between branches at the guns still pointed in their direction.
“Your leader is dead,” Eddie shouted. “If you still mean this place harm then come on, we’ll deal with you the same way.”
They stepped out from between the trees. “We don’t want to fight,” one young man said. “Khan wanted to fight, Atlanta wanted to fight. They rounded us up, wherever there was a nuclear attack they sent recruiters and brought us all together. They wanted to turn us into soldiers but most of us don’t want to fight. I think you’ve killed all the ones that wanted to fight.”
“Do you surrender then?”
“If we had weapons we would lay them down but Khan didn’t permit them. He said we were weapons.”
The gate creaked open and Damian, flanked by Ryan and Sean, stepped out. “How many of you are there?” Damian asked.
“Two dozen, give or take,” the young man said.
“You can camp here, on the road,” Damian said, “And if you want to stay you’ll have to help with all of the repairs. When the wall is complete we will decide if you can stay here or not. You are free to move on at any time, of course, no one will stop you, but we will not provide you with any supplies if you choose to leave.”
The young man nodded and held out his hand. “I’m Victor and I think I speak for most of the people here when I say we’d rather stay.”
Violet rushed past Damian and leapt into Eddie’s startled arms. “Don’t ever leave again,” she said, choking back a sob.
Damian nudged the bloody body with his foot. “Who the hell was he?”
“His name was Lewis Fleece,” Eddie said. “He worked in the office building with my dad. My dad was crushed when his office collapsed. I was just there to bring him lunch.” Eddie shook his head. “When the dust cleared and we all started to realize what had happened Lewis went crazy with the idea of power. He wanted all of us to choose a new name, thought we should all be named for powerful heroes of history or myth. He was just a middle-aged nobody who was tired of being invisible.”
“What a waste,” Damian said. He turned to Victor. “You can start by cleaning up the bodies. Take them back to the crossroads where you have more space and burn them.” He turned and started back but paused and looked over his shoulder. “Eddie, girls, thank-you for your help today. Come in and get cleaned up. You three will be supervising our new friends while we rebuild. And you can tell Matt that we won so he’s no longer under house arrest.”
VIII.
While everyone else started clearing the broken sheet metal and ply-wood Violet and Eddie snuck back to the house. They’d only been apart a few days but Violet couldn’t stop touching him. It was simple touch, just his arm or his side or his back, nothing overtly sexual, just a reassurance that he was real and that he was back. He scooped her up and carried her up the front steps and all the way to their room.
He laid her down on the bed and kissed her over and over until her lips felt puffy and her chin felt raw. She giggled. “You haven’t shaved since you left.”
He pulled away and ran a hand over his chin. “No, you’re right, I haven’t. Is that a problem?”
She shook her head, “No, you look good like this.” She touched his cheek, her gaze softening and she smiled.
“You look beautiful,” he said.
“Take your clothes off,” she said. “I want to touch all of you, I want to see all of you.”
They fought their way free of their clothes and he drew her into his arms, holding her with tender care.
“I’m not made of glass you know,” she said, running her fingers firmly down his chest. “You can actually touch me, I won’t break.”
“You might.”
“Touch me, Eddie. I want to feel you.”
At first his fingers ghosted over her skin but the desire to really feel her was too much and he let go of the fear and grabbed her breasts. Her head rolled back and she sighed. “Oh yes, Eddie, touch me, please.”
He caressed and massaged, just enjoying the feel of her, working his way along breasts and stomach and thighs. She spread her legs, a silent invitation, and he rubbed his fingers along the folds of skin, finding she was already wet.
“Touch me.”
He delved two fingers inside of her and she gasped. Encouraged he began fingering her while his thumb worked circles over her clit. She writhed on the mattress, gripping fistfuls of sheets. It was a good thing Ron and Shirley were on clean-up because Violet was soon moaning loud enough that anyone in the house would have heard her.
When she climaxed it was with a shout that went on and on until she lay silent again and panting, out of breath.
He withdrew his fingers and slipped his cock inside of her. He started slowly, marvelling at the wet tightness. When her breathing finally returned to normal she began moving her hips in rhythm with his, her body urging his to move faster and push deeper.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispered.
“Please. I won’t break. I need to feel you, really feel you.”
“Violet …”
“Then let me be on top this time, let me show you how I want it.”
He’d always controlled their love making out of a deep-seated fear of hurting her, and so he could pull out at the last moment so it was a new experience, watching her straddle him and ride him. She took him deeper than he’d dared to go and from the look on her face she was enjoying every thrust.
Not content with just watching he reached up to touch her body, running his hands over her stomach and fondling her breasts. She grabbed his wrist and moved his hand between her legs. “Touch me here,” she said.
He rubbed her clit as best he could while she moved her body up and down his cock. He sat up suddenly and took her nipple in his mouth. She gasped and it turned into a low moan that went on and on, building in volume as he su
cked her breast, his fingers still working tight circles over her clit. The moan turned to a panting and then she was screaming again as a second orgasm washed over her.
He’d never put his stamina fully to the test before, he wasn’t sure she could handle whatever his upper limit was. And her body, lost in the throes of passion, was the hottest thing he’d ever seen. He let the sight of her break his control and he started thrusting quickly, bringing himself to the edge of release.
“Don’t pull out,” she whispered. “I want to feel you, all of you. Please.”
He opened his mouth to protest then shut it again and nodded. When he climaxed he filled her completely and she kissed him hard before collapsing back on the bed in a sweaty heap.
“I love you,” she said.
“I love you too.”
The population of the village had swollen now to just over five dozen people between the ages of seven and sixty. Every house was occupied now, with some of the single men sleeping dorm style in one of the large shops. With the help of the Alphas they were able to move one of the tractors they had found all the way to the village north of them and they traded it for a pregnant cow and two goats.
Damian and Anne sat on the fence of the pasture where their new animals grazed. “I never expected things to turn out like this,” she said, snuggling against him as much as their precarious perch would allow.
“We’re living in a nuclear future and you didn’t expect there to be mutant super-humans? What kind of nuclear holocaust would this be without mutants?”
She laughed. “What do you think will happen when Violet gets pregnant?”
“You’re not asking about you or Pauline so I’m guessing this has something to do with Eddie being a mutant?”
“I just wonder what their child will be like?”
“I’m betting the child will be happy and healthy and as strong as an ox by the time they're two. I think we’ll be looking at a new breed of humans as the Alphas breed with each other, and with us, over the next few generations. The world will become an interesting place, that’s for certain.”
“It’s not interesting enough for you yet?”
He chuckled. “Oh, I’ve had enough excitement for two life-times.”
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'The Alphas: New Beginning - Book 2 in 'The Alphas' series
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
A.J. Winter is an erotic romance author with a keen interest in unique scenarios, locations, and time periods. She enjoys writing both realism and fantasy romance with strong female characters. A.J. lives in Vancouver with her boyfriend, her German Shepherd, and a lot of ski gear. When not at her keyboard creating new ideas and stories you can find her exploring the mountains.
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