Circe's Recruits 1: Roane (3 page)

When he would have moved forward, her gaze darted over his shoulder. Roane heard familiar snarls and turned to see his men on Kelly’s back porch, all changed, naked, and aroused…and staring at them.

Irritated but in control of himself once more, now that he’d taken the edge off, he nodded toward the house. “Come on.” He inhaled more of her arousing scent and cursed. “I think it’s going to take a few of us to sate that appetite of yours.” Caitlyn blinked, and he saw a flash of her humanity in the panic there. Not giving her a chance to run and cause definite damage when his men instinctively hunted her down, Roane hauled her into his arms and headed for the porch. She spat and scratched at him, her fight arousing. Each swipe of her claws sent her scent into his skin, marking him -- just as he’d marked her, his cum settling into her womb.

Hale held the others back, just barely, from jumping her.

“One at a time,” Roane warned, not wanting his men to hurt her. “Give her some space.”

“Are you fucking nuts?” Ace pushed past the others. “I need this. I need her.” He inhaled, his amber eyes going nearly black with desire.

“You heard him,” Zack said in a low voice. “Back off.” Ace turned from Roane and Caitlyn to confront Zack. “Don’t tell me what to do.” Taking advantage of their brewing battle, Roane took Caitlyn inside, well aware of Derrick and Hale on his heels. Derrick motioned for Caitlyn.

“Let him,” Hale said. “I can wait.”

Better at controlling himself than the others, Hale could be counted on to be the voice of reason during rough times. Still, Roane thought his restraint amazing, considering how badly he wanted inside Caitlyn again, and he’d just had her. Grudgingly releasing the handful in his arms, he gave her to Derrick.

Derrick looked savage as he snarled at Caitlyn. Darker than his normal coloring when changed, his muscles were starkly outlined in the deep brown of his skin. His much larger frame was readily apparent as he covered Caitlyn on the floor. She tried to bite him when he leaned close and shoved her legs wide as he mounted her.

“Easy, Derrick,” Hale cautioned in a voice almost too low to be heard. “She’s a precious female, ride her slowly.”

Derrick snapped at Caitlyn to be still but made no move to hurt her. He sucked at her breasts and her neck while he pinned her hands to the ground and rubbed all over her. After hearing some heady groans, Roane wasn’t surprised when her legs wrapped tightly around Derrick as he began fucking her.

Simultaneously aroused and jealous, Roane deliberately turned his back on the pair.

“Let me know if you need me.”

“Go. I can smell her on you, and it’s killing my control faster than these two going at it,” Hale rumbled. “God, Derrick, don’t play around. Fuck her already, before I come in whatever hole’s closest.”

Derrick mumbled something unintelligible between his grunts of pleasure and Caitlyn’s cries of desire.

Roane left them and followed Zack’s and Ace’s voices into the back bedroom, ready to pull them apart if things turned violent. He knew what to expect. They’d all experienced this mind-numbing lust before, sharing it the only way they could. Drawn only to their own kind during the heat, they’d been cursed to fulfill each other. Nothing else seemed to slake the sexual need. But with Zack and Ace, the relationship went deeper than either would admit. Whereas before, the five of them had been forced to take each other, recently, Zack and Ace kept to themselves. A special bond had formed between them, one that no amount of harsh words or anger could sever.

He found the pair grappling in Kelly’s bedroom. Damn, that poor woman endured a lot because of the squad. Now they’d have to once again replace her bedroom furniture. Ace broke her nightstand and smashed a lamp onto Zack’s skull.

“Fuck. That’s it, pretty boy.” Zack knocked Ace into the wall, stunning him. Then he tossed the large male on his belly over the bed, but not before Roane saw both Zack’s and Ace’s rock-hard dicks. Oh, yeah, Ace wanted it bad. Hell, Roane’s own arousal flared at the pair’s distinct perfume. Their scents mingled, stronger together than apart, until they were indistinguishable from each other.

“Take it, Ace. You need it,” Roane said, stroking his growing erection. “Zack, try not to hurt him much. Not like last time.”

“Get off me.” Ace struggled, but his movements slowed as Zack pressed forward.

Strangely enough, when Circs changed, their cocks emitted a natural lubricant prior to sex.

Though Roane had been worried about hurting Caitlyn with his size, he hadn’t had to work hard to slide inside her.

Zack took that moment to plunge deep, and Ace moaned under him.

“In and out, that’s it, take it.” Zack panted as he thrust. “Soon we’ll have her with us too. Then it’ll be better. I swear.”

Roane thought he knew who they were talking about, and it wasn’t Caitlyn. The pair had an obvious thing for Kelly Malloy, Doc’s assistant. But she was normal. Not a beast like them. He wondered what she would think of the relationship these two shared. It had taken them all quite a while to accept the necessity of sex with each other. Roane still felt uncomfortable with the things he and the others had done.

He preferred Caitlyn’s snug warmth, without question.

Zack continued to pound into Ace, who seemed to be humping the bed. Derrick’s hoarse shout from the other room drew his attention, but Roane forced himself to wait. He didn’t think he could handle watching Derrick pull out of his -- the -- female, not without seriously hurting him.

“Yeah, Zack. Come in me.”

Groaning, Zack shuddered, his ass flexing before he rammed home a few more times and stilled. He pulled out and flipped Ace over. Without pause, he centered on Ace’s weeping dick and took it in his mouth.

Having been the recipient of Zack’s mouth himself a time or two, Roane couldn’t help a sympathetic groan when Ace bucked up into that warm, wet suction.

He hurried out of the room, his hand still around his cock. He was hurting and needing relief. Derrick was lying on the ground, trying to catch his breath as Hale lay next to him over Caitlyn, latched onto her breasts.

“On the couch,” Roane ordered.

Hale didn’t move as he sucked loudly. Caitlyn moaned, and Roane couldn’t wait. He pulled Hale off his female. “You want it? Get on the damned couch.” His eyes glazed, Hale stumbled to the couch and sat, gripping his cock. Roane lifted a confused Caitlyn to her feet. “You come enough, baby?” She blinked at him, not answering. He could tell by the tension in her frame she hadn’t. He carried her to Hale and turned her around, her back to his friend.

“I’m going to set her over you. Once she’s on, spread your knees.”

“Yeah, sure. Whatever you say. Come on, Roane. Give her to me.” Roane positioned Caitlyn and sucked in a breath as she settled over Hale’s cock. He locked her legs over Hale’s and spread her wider. Roane could see Hale sliding inside her and thought it the most erotic thing. His jealousy aside for the moment, he imagined himself inside her, what it would look like, what it had felt like. She lifted herself up before Hale slammed her back down again. The pair moaned, then she rose up again and rode him.

But Caitlyn wasn’t getting what she needed.

Roane knelt between their legs and spread her folds, focusing on her ripe clit. “You smell so good, Caitlyn.” God, he should have done this earlier, but he’d been too hard, too desperate. Now he intended to indulge.

“Yeah, suck her. I want that pussy to grip me tight,” Hale said on a raspy groan. His hands left her waist to grip her breasts, grazing her nipples with his claws and cupping her tits as she took him deeper.

Roane didn’t need the encouragement. He clamped his mouth around her flesh and sucked hard. She clutched Hale’s thighs and mashed herself against Roane’s mouth. The scent of Caitlyn, Hale, and Derrick went straight to his head. Sex magnified tenfold.

“More,” Hale said hoarsely. “Yeah, more. Fuck, I’m gonna come.”

“Not yet,” Roane warned. “Let her take you there.”

“Then hurry the hell up.”

Caitlyn moaned, and her clit felt like a smooth, hard pebble.

“That’s it, baby. Fall apart on my tongue. On Hale’s cock.” A glance up showed Hale’s hands around her tight nipples and quivering belly. Her eyes were closed, her face drawn in tortured ecstasy as she neared her climax.

“Please,” she cried in a husky voice as she exploded.

Hale swore and let go of her breasts to grind her over him. He gritted his teeth and came, shouting her name.

Roane continued to eat her, his tongue running down her slit to Hale’s shaft, the taste of them both more than his beast could stand. He pulled himself to his feet and grabbed the back of her head, pulling her forward. “Taste me.”

She opened her mouth, and her fangs immediately retracted. Perfect. She wanted it as much as he did. Roane pushed forward, his head thrown back in ecstasy as the pressure built at the base of his spine. It centered in his balls and flowed into his shaft.

“That’s it, take it all.”

He thrust once, twice, changing back into his human form as he came.

“That’s fuckin’ hot,” Hale said thickly as he gripped Caitlyn’s hips with normal hands.

Sometime during their encounter, he’d changed back as well.

Caitlyn licked Roane clean and followed the men, assuming her human form again. He withdrew from her mouth, and Hale gently disengaged. Caitlyn blinked sleepily at them both. When Roane took her in his arms again, she passed out.

“Talk about being fucked to death.” Derrick groaned. “She wore me out. I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard.”

“Me either,” Hale admitted on a sigh.

“Yeah, well,” Roane paused, not sure what to say. They’d been through more shit than most families ever went through in a lifetime. His men were his brothers, closer than blood.

Yet his growing possession for this female confused him.

“Roane?” Zack called in a normal voice from the bedroom. “We’re good.” Ace shoved him out of the way. “Dick.” But the snarl that normally accompanied his insults wasn’t there. He looked sleepy, his body slack with repletion.

“I think we’re all good.” Roane scented all of them in the room. And for a moment, he relished the togetherness. She’s mine, ours. So long as they know where they stand, I think I can handle this. Until she’s carrying, and then all bets are off.

“Carrying?” Breeding -- his inner beast translated, scaring the shit out of him. Where the hell did that come from?

“Roane?” Hale stared at him, his hazel eyes concerned.

“Nothing. Ah, let me clean her up. This was quite an introduction to the squad, you know.”

Derrick chuckled. “An introduction. That’s one way of putting it.”

“At least we’re still in one piece. Most of us are, at least.” Ace glared at Zack, who wisely said nothing.

Roane took charge again. “I suggest one of you call Kelly in case she comes home early.” Ace and Zack paled and dashed for the phone. “Let her know we’ll take care of the damage. Hale, maybe you want to fill Doc in on our new friend’s situation. Derrick, grab our clothes, would you?”

They all kept an extra set of clothing at Kelly’s, just in case. Anytime they changed without undressing first, they had major wardrobe problems.

Roane took Caitlyn into the shower and cleaned her up. He paid particular attention to her sex, gratified that though she’d been well used, her body suffered no bruising or external damage. Another plus to being a Circ.

She slept through it all, not even rousing when he dried her off. With her long, honey blonde hair slicked back, her skin soft, tanned and flushed, and dark lashes fanning her cheeks, Caitlyn Chase looked like an angel.

Damn. This woman just took three beasts to paradise with that sweet pussy and skilled mouth? This innocent thing? Though her file listed her in her late twenties, she looked much younger, except for that killer body.

Forcing himself to think about anything other than the prime female in his arms, Roane allowed himself the one thing he’d been wanting to do since laying eyes on her. A glance at the bathroom door showed it still closed, and Caitlyn hadn’t stirred.

He leaned down and kissed her soft lips. Instant connection.

Caitlyn tensed, murmured something incoherent, then sighed into his mouth. She returned the kiss for a split second before seeming to nod off again.

His lips trailed from her mouth to her cheek to her forehead. She snuggled closer to him, and Roane groaned. Crowding the lust in his belly was an unsettling, heavy sensation of contentedness. And he knew that no matter what the PPA, Doc, or his men wanted, he was keeping this one. Until I have her figured out, he hastily corrected himself. Then her ass is gone, and life continues as normal. We hunt the PPA. We take down Pearson Labs. We capture rogue Circs.

He met his blurred reflection in the mirror. His chin rested on her golden head -- so small, so vulnerable. Her face lay against his chest, and her breath drifted over his skin, her scent marking him, mingling with his. He tightened his hold around her, protecting the sexy woman he’d only just found.

Kill her if she’s rogue? If she’s sane, give her to Doc to rehabilitate and send away? No way in hell.

“I am so screwed.”

Kelly Malloy closed her cell phone with a solid snap.

“Problem?” Evan asked, peering through his glasses. He didn’t like the look in his assistant’s light blue eyes.

“The guys did some damage at my place, Doc.”

“Oh?” Another mating heat? They shouldn’t have had one so soon. Calculating, Evan realized they should have had another two weeks before dealing with that hormonal overload.

“Ace said their new acquisition had some problems they hadn’t anticipated.” Evan kept his face expressionless, not wanting to set Kelly off on another tangent that would inevitably revolve around the irritating Zack and Ace. If he wasn’t mistaken, the young woman seemed green with envy. Interesting.

“No one got hurt, I take it?”

She shook her head. “Ace said Hale would be calling you with details.” At that moment, the phone rang. “Kelly, set up the additional room in the observation wing, just in case our new Circ isn’t the monster we’ve been expecting.”