Tuesday, August 28, 2018

Assassin's Retirement Chapter Twenty-Four #blogstory #Gentleman #ION #amwriting


Alonzo and Zane needed some alone time. That doesn't mean they had sex, but there is copious amounts of cuddling. Seriously, after the torture that I have put Zane through, I'm surprised he hasn't killed someone yet. Enjoy!

Copyright Lexi Ander


Chapter Twenty-Four


Alonzo was worried about Zane. He looked… the best description for Zane's ashen skin and wide eyes was shellshocked. Though Zane's body language and voice spoke of calm, Alonzo could see what most could not. Zane was his patrón and as his guardian, Alonzo was tied to him in a supernatural way that defied human logic.

When Zane lay next to him, Alonzo shivered at the wave of cold coming off Zane's skin. He drew Zane closer, worried. The icy touch rivaled the freezing rock still resting in Alonzo's torso.

"You should have come to me sooner. I am sorry I failed you." Alonzo's sore muscles twitched as he recalled hitting the Valkyrie's invisible shield.

Zane growled. "You did not fail me, but if you do that again, I will… I will…"

"Think of a punishment that won't harm me?" Alonzo chuckled into Zane's hair, unable to keep from pressing a kiss there.

"I did not like feeling helpless to help you." Zane's whispered confession warmed Alonzo. Of course he didn't, Zane was a patrón through and through. Perhaps Zane was not of Alonzo's people, but the spirit was still there.

"I would have stayed with you—"

"You had the Valkyries and their charge to deal with. Midnight explained when I woke." There was a downside to not being in a traditional clan, and Alonzo was willing to deal with the complications. Thankfully, Midnight had known what Alonzo required to be revived more quickly.

"Tell me what you need if something like this happens again. One of the guys stressed how unusual being alone is for you. I…" Zane's arms tightened around Alonzo, causing his sore muscles to twinge in silent agony, but he said nothing. Instead, he ran a palm down Zane's back, almost petting him, willing Zane to sense the calm reassurance Alonzo directed at him.

"Alonzo, I don't think I can give you up," Zane rasped. "I should help you find a clan to take care of you, but the thought of you leaving me—" Zane shuddered in his arms.

"Oh, mi rey, I would never willingly leave you."

"The thought makes me crazy inside and I want to kill… I am never trigger-happy. I don't allow my emotions to dictate my actions. But today… today, I have been so angry that I would lay waste to a whole family line." Alonzo carded his fingers through Zane's hair then gripped the strands tight, making him look up instead of talking to Alonzo's throat.

The anger Zane spoke of was there in his gaze. He was not a handsome man, but neither was he unattractive. The nondescript nature of Zane's appearance probably served him well, allowing him to disappear among the masses. But underneath the average-looking shell, Zane emanated a power that drew Alonzo like a moth to a flame. "You are my patrón and my family. I chose you Zane Snow Cortese. If you desire to wipe out a people, I would still serve at your side."

"But you need more than me," Zane whispered, pupils blown as he tested the grip Alonzo had on his hair.

He paused, unable to lie to Zane, but not wanting to pressure him either. "I need you more."

The fire of rage dimmed in Zane's gaze to be replaced by a softness Alonzo treasured. "I will take care of you."

"Yes, you will." He had no doubts.

He wasn't upset or put on edge by Zane's soft vow. He had bonded to Zane. His people would tsk and shake their heads at such foolishness. Zane was not one of them, he was not Maricoxi, and did not know their ways or customs. Therefore Zane could not appreciate what it meant that Alonzo had chosen to be his guardian. And perhaps they were correct, in a sense, but Alonzo didn't worry. Zane was a true leader, and as such he would care for all he took under his wing.

Pulling Zane closer, Alonzo nestled Zane's face against his neck where his pheromones would be stronger. The skin to skin contact was fortifying Alonzo much faster than the contact Midnight and Raine were kind enough to share with him. Zane wasn't wrong, if he had a tribe, then yes, the more people with Alonzo the quicker he would recoup. But not having a tribe wasn't a detriment to Alonzo either.

"Your skin is warming up," Zane murmured, his lips feathering against Alonzo's neck, and he shuddered but not from the cold that had been eating at him since he woke.

He was warming up. He had taken damage—not of the physical kind—when he broke the Valkyrie's barrier. The energy that connected Alonzo to his god had been sapped. He hoped that he hadn't jarred connection enough to arouse his god from slumber. The last time he woke Tezcatlipoca, he had defied his patrón which had resulted in a broken bond. Tezcatlipoca's help had made it easier for Alonzo to live alone until he found a clan. He wasn't sure how his god would react if roused to discover that Alonzo had bonded himself to someone not of the people. His heart twisted in pain, wondering if Tezcatlipoca would make him give up Zane.

"Hey," Zane said softly, his lips firmly pressing into Alonzo skin. "I can practically feel your anxiety. Whatever you are thinking, stop." Zane's arms tightened around Alonzo, almost painfully, but instead of making Alonzo uncomfortable, he was able to breathe out.

"I don't know or understand the culture of your people, yet, but I will do my best to learn so I can meet your needs."

Alonzo tilted Zane's chin so he could steal a kiss. It had been a long time since someone had put him first. He'd forgotten what it felt like to be valued. Tears stung the back of his eyes. If his god did not take Zane away immediately, Alonzo would still lose him when the era of the Fourth Sun ended and the jaguars came for him. He could refuse to go and die with Zane when the Fifth Sun came. If—when—the time came, then he would worry. For this moment, he relished the taste of his patrón, slowly sweeping his lips over Zane's, teasing until his hair was grabbed and Zane took over. He ate Zane's moans of pleasure, taking the sexual energy into himself and using it to chase out the last remnants of cold that had gripped him. If he wasn't careful, he would become drunk off the sheer amount of power that rolled off Zane. Was Zane stronger today than yesterday? Perhaps, it felt like Zane was but Alonzo wasn't sure.

Unknowingly, Zane had kept feeding energy into Alonzo. Afraid of taking more than what was healthy, Alonzo kept a metaphorical finger on the pulse of Zane's power, shocked when he realized that though Zane fed him a vast amount, what Zane held never diminished. In no time, Alonzo felt hail and whole, his body finally stirring with lust.

Zane chuckled against Alonzo's mouth. "Ah, you must be feeling better now. I sense…" Zane gently palmed Alonzo's cock. He moaned and pushed into the touch. "I thought I sensed you getting better, though I am not sure how. Hell, if I had known a kiss would wake you up, I would have done that when I first got you inside." Zane frowned, his brown gaze pensive. "I'm sorry."

Alonzo brushed Zane's thick, hair from his eyes. "Normally, a kiss from a patrón does not pack such a punch of… power."

"Well, now I know how, I can help you."

Zane cocked his head as if listening, giving a grimace. Alonzo listened as well, hearing a voice he hadn't heard in quite some time. Things had to be dire if Myranda Anatha was out in the field. Normally, she did not leave headquarters. Subjects were brought to her. Cord had said the Valkyrie's superior was coming. This—she—was unexpected.

"Have you been told what happened?" Zane rolled off Alonzo to lay flat on his back, giving the impression he was weighed down by heavy burden.

Alonzo hid a smile. Zane looked adorable brooding. "You're a scion hidden from the House of Oden's Runes who has been blackmailing other scions into swearing to serve the house. When are we going to dismantle Oden's Runes?"

Zane's abrupt laugh caused Alonzo to grin wide. "I think you were made for me," Zane said after his levity faded. Before Alonzo could think of a reply, Zane continued. "We will take care of them after I have helped Cord."

"And the oracle the Valkyrie brought here?"

"Saja's manager… superior… I forgot the title she used, that person arrived a little while ago to uncover what is going on."

Alonzo rolled to the side of the bed and sat up, a wave of vertigo hitting him but quickly dissipating.

"Are you all right?" Zane slid his hand up Alonzo side to his shoulder.

He reached up and grasped Zane's wrist, pulling him closer until Zane's naked chest was pressed to his back. He kissed Zane's palm. "I am much better. The bigger question is how are you? Are you ready to face more revelations? The last couple of days… You have not had time to acclimate to everything that you have learn so far, and it seems there will be more to come."

"I think…" Zane suddenly sounded vulnerable and he squeezed Alonzo tight. "I think that as long as you and Skyld are with me that I will be… perhaps not fine, but I will be able to manage.  I—we—will be questioning Oden's ballsack about what I learned today." Alonzo leaned to the side so he could see Zane's expression which was hard, unforgiving, and he was sure the questioning of the oracle would involve pain if Zane had anything to say about it. "But first we deal with Ella if the ION organization overlooks what she has done."

"I worked for ION for many years. They don't mess around when righting an injustice."

Zane looked skeptical. "Yes, but if ION is operated by oracles, how can you be so sure they will go against one of their own?"

Alonzo rose to his feet, scratching his stomach, watching Zane crossed to the dresser and pull out a pair of sweats. "They are taking this very seriously, they sent Myranda Anatha. She's judge, jury, and executioner. There is a very good chance that Ella will not walk out of here alive." He accepted the clothes offered. Zane's brows puckered in contemplation.

When dressed, Zane went to the door, then glanced back at Alonzo. "Do you think they will let me watch?"




Table of Contents




Chapter One - Retirement
Chapter Two - Normal is not supposed to be this hard
Chapter Three - Caught
Chapter Four - Crimson Comet
Chapter Five - Mountain Magic
Chapter Six, Part 1 - Harbinger of a Nightmare
Chapter Seven, Part 1 - Stolen Answers
Chapter Eight, Part 1 - No such thing as heroes
Chapter Nine, Part 1 - Dead is supposed to be... dead
Chapter Ten, Part 1 - Gathering Allies
Chapter Eleven - Combustible
Chapter Twelve - Standing His Ground
Chapter Thirteen - Choices
Chapter Fifteen, Part 1 - To kill, or not to kill
Chapter Sixteen - Maricoxi Guardians
Chapter Seventeen - Coincidence?
Chapter Eighteen, Part One - Guns Ablazin'
Chapter Eighteen, Part Two
Chapter Twenty - Mercy

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