Circe's Recruits 1: Roane (6 page)

Doc had spared no expense when building his small fortress. They lived on thirty acres of private land bordered by two farms. A half hour from the ocean, they also had water access should they need an escape route. In the years they’d lived here, they’d made a home for themselves. Despite dealing with Hale’s rabid sex life, Zack and Ace as they irritated the hell out of one another, and Derrick’s cautious approach to anything resembling trust, Roane didn’t want to be anywhere else. Here he had purpose. A family.

He didn’t even mind Doc’s constant prodding. The man had more of Roane’s blood in bags and vials than Roane had in his entire body, but he knew Doc only wanted the best for the squad. Shit, if it weren’t for Doc, they probably wouldn’t have lived through the hell at the end of Project Dawn.

Uncomfortable with the notion, Roane was just about to slam the door shut on his bedroom and his thoughts when the notion to see Caitlyn grabbed him and wouldn’t let go.

The minute he rounded the corner toward her hallway the scent of heaven hit his nose.

He immediately raced toward Caitlyn, sure he’d have to fight off the others, only to see her standing alone with Kelly in the doorway of her room. Her eyes widened when she noticed him, but other than that, she said nothing to alert Kelly to his presence.

“If you need me, I’ll be staying down the hall tonight. Third door on your left past the bathroom. It’s not that confusing, really,” Kelly said with a laugh. “Five rooms total in this hallway. Doc practically lives down in his lab. So I’m the only other one who occupies a room here when necessary. The guys are all by themselves around the corner and down another corridor. Just holler if you need me.”

“Thanks, Kelly. I will.”

Kelly turned to rejoin the others, he assumed. She grinned when she saw him but said nothing and left.

Roane lifted his nose in the air and parted his lips to use all of his olfactory senses. He tasted Caitlyn’s need, yet he remained in control of the change. An odd happenstance, yet she hadn’t changed either, and the others hadn’t seemed to sense her. What the hell was this puzzle? And why did he feel compelled to solve it?

“Hi, Roane.”

He approached slowly, stalking his prey. She didn’t move, though her hands clenched at her sides. Still normal fingernails and small hands, no claws, no large fists.

“Caitlyn.” Up close she smelled like…his. His cock swelled as her scent settled over him. “You called, I came.” Well, not yet. But I’m gonna come all the same. Damn, she’s hot.

His beast had no problem putting aside the fact he didn’t really know this woman. It didn’t care what she’d been through, or how tired she must surely feel. All it knew was that her beast needed, and he was there to sate her hungers, no matter what they might be.

“I…called?” Caitlyn took a step back, one he encouraged by stepping forward. In seconds, they were inside her room.

Roane turned and locked the door behind him. He settled against it and crossed his arms over his chest, waiting for her to make the next move.

“Roane?”

“Yeah?” Maybe she’d start with her top, so he could see her nipples. He hadn’t had the concentration to focus on them before, but now he wanted to suckle her. To bite her breasts, marking her tits as his. Then he’d roam down that soft, golden belly flushed with sun. He’d lick his way toward her pussy, the lips he remembered as bare, smooth, and hiding a succulent feast.

Growing harder as he stared, he sensed her nervousness, inflaming the predatory instincts within.

“I didn’t call for you.” Caitlyn swallowed and took another step back, her knees bumping the edge of the bed. “So good night.” She glanced toward the door, as if he should take the hint.

“Why are you wet for me?” he asked bluntly, his fangs piercing his gums as he spoke.

He worked to hold on to his humanity, not wanting to lose control. Not yet.

She blushed a dark red. “I-I… What are you talking about?” Yet she subtly rubbed her thighs together, and her scent wafted over him like a drug.

“Your pussy’s wet. You nipples are hard. You want me, Caitlyn. That’s right, baby, I can smell your need. You called me with it. Now, give it to me.” He lifted his shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor. He’d removed his shoes in his bedroom and now wore only his shorts, the cotton straining over a raging erection she couldn’t help but notice.

“You-you have fangs,” she gasped. “And a…oh, hell. You have a hard-on the size of Texas. I’d have to be blind to miss that,” she said sharply, her belligerence surprising and welcome. Aside from her animalistic acceptance when changing , this was the first time he’d sensed her strong will.

“Look your fill.” He stepped out of his shorts and proffered his cock, holding it for her inspection. “See how my slit fills with cream? How hard and hot I am? Come on, Caitlyn.

Come touch me,” he prodded and began pumping his shaft. “Put those small, warm hands around my cock. Better yet, put those ripe lips around me,” he rasped, imagining it all too easily. And just like that, the room filled with the scent of his lust.

Her eyes narrowed. “You’re doing this to me. Making me want you like this.” He licked his lips, wanting a taste of the cream between her legs. “No, you did this. It’s your scent that brought me here.” His fangs retracted, forced away by his will. “Now, stop playing and fix it. Suck me hard, baby.”

He couldn’t help his dominant tone, but he admitted to himself, he wanted to see how she’d react. He knew she wanted him. But how much?

“How about you suck me instead?” Caitlyn ripped off her shirt, shorts, and undergarments until she stood before him gloriously nude. Her golden hair shimmered over her shoulders, framing a face flushed from arousal, green eyes darkened with need. She stood straight, her chest out, her legs spread wide. With her fingers, she spread herself for his gaze.

“Shit, yeah,” he whispered, drawn to her like a moth to flame. He knelt in front of her before he knew what he was doing.

“Suck me, bite me,” she rasped in a harsh voice. “Make this nightmare disappear, Roane. Make me come.” She ended on a breath as he took the whole of her clit in his mouth and sucked hard.

Caitlyn inhaled sharply as Roane took her beyond pleasure. Though normally comfortable with her sexuality, she wasn’t loose by any means. She’d never in her life ordered a man to “suck me instead.” The instincts surging to life within her had a hold on her libido. Damn if it didn’t race any time she was in Roane’s presence. Something about him called to her.

She threaded her hands through his thick, dark hair. God, he had a wonderful mouth.

He used all of it: lips, tongue, and teeth, as he brought her closer and closer to climax.

Caitlyn groaned when he sucked hard, drawing the tight bud between his teeth.

“You taste right,” he growled as he gripped her ass, bringing her even closer to his mouth. He shoved a finger inside her, pushing hard into her sex.

Caitlyn’s knees gave out on her as she gushed, coming hard in an instant. Roane groaned her name and continued to lick her, ignoring her halfhearted attempts to push him away. The oversensitivity she would have expected didn’t come. Instead, she crested her climax, caught up in his touch as he pushed her toward another.

“That’s it,” Roane said in a low voice as he guided her to the bed. She sank onto it and lay back, limp, yet ready to do whatever he wanted, if he’d only give her that ecstasy again.

“Give me what I need, honey. All of it.”

“Yes,” she whispered, entranced by the preternatural gleam in his gaze before he moved over her to nuzzle her breasts.

“I love your tits,” he sighed. “So fucking pretty.” He latched onto one, biting it hard enough to make her gasp before sucking the sting away. The contrasting pleasure and pain enhanced her enjoyment, and before long, she felt Roane’s teeth everywhere. Playful nips that turned hard, then soft as he laved away the warm hurt.

His large palms cupped her breasts as he sucked, drawing her into a euphoric state as she teetered on the edge of an orgasm. His cock continued to rub against her inner thighs, teasing with the promise of fulfillment.

“Roane, please.” She gasped as he kissed his way toward her neck.

“Please what?” He bit again, and she arched into him. This time, he held tight. She felt the sharp edges of his teeth piercing her, followed by a rush of heat.

Roane swore and shoved her knees apart with his thigh. Before she could plead for him to make the overwhelming burn stop, he thrust hard and deep inside her. The roughness of his taking distracted her from the fire in her blood as he toyed with the tendon in her neck, alternately nipping and licking away the fluid pooling there.

He lifted his head and braced himself on his elbows, stilling inside her. “You’re mine, Caitlyn. All mine. Say it.”

She couldn’t think past the fullness between her legs. Her clit was on fire, his movements stoking her arousal toward excruciating ecstasy. “No, Roane. Don’t stop.”

“Mine.” He bit her neck again and withdrew his shaft.

Moaning at the loss, she cried out when he plunged deep. He pounded into her as he licked at her flesh.

“Fuck, yes. This is so good. Say it, Caitlyn.” Raspy breathing took his words as he fucked her without mercy. “Who do you belong to?”

“You,” she answered without thinking. She needed him to finish, to feel his seed bathing her womb. “Now give it to me. All of it,” she said in a growl not human. “In me.

Mine.”

“Yes,” he hissed and ground against her.

Caitlyn came, drawing him deeper as he jetted inside her with force. She’d never before felt anyone come inside her, but her sensitized flesh could feel his warm seed filling her. Joy blanketed her body as she milked him dry.

When Roane finally withdrew, she smiled sleepily, barely aware of anything but a profound sense of contentment. “You made a mess.”

“A big one.” He grunted. “You’re covered with my cum.” She made an attempt to move out from under him but went nowhere.

“Leave it. I like you covered with me. Inside and out,” he said with a grin that faded when their eyes met. His eyes were so dark they looked black. So sexy and commanding.

“Remember who you belong to, baby.”

“You,” she whispered, recognizing the truth though she didn’t understand the why of it. For now, she hastened to add, but the beast within her refused to verbally deny Roane what he wanted to hear.

“That’s right. Mine.” Before she could say anything more, he managed to shove himself inside her again, stunning her that he was still half-hard. He rolled to his side and tucked her head against his shoulder. “Now sleep. I’ll protect you.” Exhaustion struck her all of a sudden. Not questioning anything anymore, she drifted off, inhaling his scent with every breath she took.

She awakened later, her body screaming with pleasure. Roane had her facedown on the bed, her ass in the air as he shafted her in a frenzied pace. She felt every inch of him in this position, and she couldn’t stop from rocking back into him.

“You’re so tight,” he groaned and shuddered, filling her once more. “God, I love coming inside you.”

Something about what he said cautioned her, but then he withdrew, flipped her over, and went down on her, and every thought in her head flew away on wings of desire.

Bright light filtered through the lone window in the room, hitting her eyes. Caitlyn tried to block it but was unable to. A thick, muscular arm caged hers and a large hand splayed over her belly.

She squirmed and felt Roane shifting, his steely cock prodding her ass.

“No more,” she groaned and turned her head into the pillow. Her whole body felt sore.

They’d had sex at least twice more after he’d taken her from behind. To her chagrin, she’d encouraged him each time. Though they’d only just met, she knew him. That scent drew her.

It was no longer just his own, but a subtle combination of them both that proclaimed to one and all who belonged to whom.

When Roane turned onto his back, freeing her, Caitlyn yawned and stretched. She grimaced when she moved and felt sticky between her thighs. “Good Lord,” she said, feeling her face heat. “I’m full of… Oh my God! Your cum. In me. We had unprotected sex!” She felt like a complete moron. They’d been going at it all night, and she just now realized her dilemma?

“Four times,” he agreed, sounding amused. “Or was that five?”

“It’s not funny,” she seethed, trying to remember where she was in her cycle, which was to say nothing of the panic she felt about disease. “Aren’t you worried I might have given you something? You don’t know me from Adam.”

Roane pinned her to the bed in a flash, his grin white, wide, and satisfied. “Baby, I fucked you so hard, you have to be swimming in me right about now. Circs don’t get sick, so if you thought you were carrying something, you’re not --”

“I’m clean, you jerk. I just meant that you don’t know me well enough to know that.

For all I know, you have something. Rabies, maybe,” she muttered, flushing when he chuckled.

“I like this side of you. Feisty, yet shy. You’re hot, baby.” The familiar gleam in his gaze warned her.

She shot a hand to his chest to stop his descending mouth. “Now hold on. This is just really weird.” Caitlyn shook her head. Last night seemed like a dream. She’d ordered Roane to eat her. Oh, shit. What the hell had she been thinking?

“That blush is killing me,” Roane said in a thick voice. “You get all red when you come, too, you know. When your pussy clenches me tight, hugging me --”

“Stop.” She gasped, once again thoroughly turned on. “Am I in heat?” she said to herself.

“I don’t think so. If you were, the rest of the team would have been in here by now. Far as I can tell, this is just between you and me.” He sounded relieved by the fact.

The rest of the team? She was caught between his odd comment and her pressing worries. “Why didn’t you use protection?”

“From what?” He looked honestly confused. The dark brown of his eyes drew her, the depths filled with a peace she hadn’t before seen in him.

“From conceiving a b-a-b-y,” she said slowly, so as to avoid any confusion.