Circe's Recruits 4: Hale (22 page)

He winced. Robbie remained frozen, staring at her in awe or fear, she didn't know.

“Hell, Paige. Isn't it obvious how much I love you? And Robbie too?” Hale sighed.

“I haven't known either of you as long as you've known each other. I can't explain it, but the feeling's there. I honest-to-God love you. Hell, I dreamed about you both, even when the thought of touching
McKinley
made me want to puke.” He smirked at Robbie's glare. “Don't worry, hot stuff. I think you're fine. But you're not as attractive unless you're ripping into one of us. Quit hiding behind that fake softness. Let go and give it to her. She's asking for it, man.”

Robbie licked his lips, and Paige wanted to groan. She'd been in love with him for so long. Just once he'd given her his affections without holding back, and then he'd been immediately sorry. She wanted it all. His love, his respect, his
honest
desire.

“But I don't want to hurt her—”

Before he could finish, she attacked him. No more holding back, no more fear of offending Robbie. She raked her claws over his body, her beast only interested in a male strong enough to conquer her. Hale had proved himself. Now, it was Robbie's turn.

Shoving herself at him, she knocked him back onto the bed and bit his nipple hard enough to draw blood. She sucked, relishing his taste. Before she could move to the other one, she felt a firmness prodding her belly. So long and hard; her Robbie wanted her.

“
Fuck
. You want it hard, you got it.” Robbie growled low and flipped her onto her back. He tore her clothes off her body and licked, sucked, and bit her all over. When his lips and tongue dug between her folds to caress her clit, she nearly shot off the bed.

Robbie's strong hands held her there.

She tried to escape. Paige writhed and squirmed, but he only sucked harder, pushing her into an orgasm. Robbie quickly moved up her body, shoved her thighs wide, and thrust deep. He was so large that even
changed
—as
changed
as she could be—

she felt crammed full.

“Yes,” she groaned, needing more.

“Take him, Paige,” Hale encouraged, his throaty rasp suddenly right by her ear.

“Feel that thick cock stroking. He's going to fill that pussy. All that hot cum splashing inside you.”

Robbie grunted and fucked her harder.

“Oh, please,” she cried, squeezing him tight.

He shouted and unloaded into her, shoving her thighs wider so he could push deeper into her.

Hale turned her head to kiss her, until Robbie gripped her chin and pulled her back to face him.

“My turn.” He thrust his tongue into her mouth and took possession of her mind, body, and soul. She submitted everything, overjoyed as he mastered her so beautifully.

He withdrew and pushed her over onto her belly, then pulled her up on her hands and knees facing the headboard. She eagerly looked forward to being reamed, and closed her eyes.

“Not too hard,” Hale warned.

“Shut up,” Robbie muttered and began inching between her cheeks. Her beast welcomed the pain and opened for him, widening the passage into her anus and past her sphincter. When Robbie groaned her name and began pumping once more, she found heaven.

“Open your mouth,” Hale growled.

Paige opened her eyes to find Hale's cock hard, wet, and right in front of her face.

She let him fuck her mouth, feeling deliciously used by her mates, who wanted everything she had to give. When she nipped Hale with her teeth and sucked harder, he groaned and gripped her breasts, which swayed with each of Robbie's punishing thrusts. Hale squeezed and tugged, stimulating her into sucking still harder and harder until he came.

He yelled her name as he spent, his cum dribbling down her chin in her haste to swallow as much of him as possible. Robbie stiffened and clutched her hips with his sharp claws, and she felt him pulse inside her, her body incredibly sensitive when fully Circ. She wriggled, milking as much of him as she could, until both her mates withdrew from her body and collapsed on the bed on either side of her.

“Holy shit. Paige, you can attack me anytime you want,” Robbie breathed.

“Ditto for me,” Hale wheezed. “God, I'm still coming.” He groaned and continued to spew as Robbie reached over her and finished him off.

“This is it, fellas,” she felt compelled to say as she purred with contentedness.

“This is forever, no matter where we live or what we do.” She had plans to go back to school and study genetics, as taken with science as her uncle was. Apparently, brains did run in the family; she was smart enough not to let her mates dictate to her, after all.

“You're the boss,” Hale agreed.

“Wait a minute now. Paige isn't—ah, right. Whatever you say, Paige,” Robbie said in as meek a voice as she'd ever heard him use. She tweaked his nipple, fully aware of his erection, which never seemed to go away. “Come on, baby. You know we love you.”

“
We
,” not “
I
.” Paige lay down, covered in their scent and seed, and hugged them both to her. “That's right.
We
. Now, that was only round one. And playboy, I'm taking off the kid gloves as soon as you're rested. So take advantage of me being nice.”

“Nice?” he groaned. “What is it with these violent tendencies you females seem to have?”

“I'll show you some violence,” she started, when someone banged frantically at the door.

Robbie rolled off the bed and opened it to find Derrick looking shell-shocked. The big guy didn't even seem to notice Robbie's state of undress as he stared over Robbie at Hale and Paige.

“Sorry, guys, but you're not going to believe this. Simon Dunn just tried to attack Kelly outside.”

“Is she okay?” Paige asked as she hurried into a robe, ready to go to Kelly's aid.

“
Fuck
. Tell us she's all right,” Hale said on a groan as he rolled to his feet. “Where are my jeans?”

“All right?
The woman took his head off
!” Derrick's broad grin eased Paige's mind.

“I'm telling you guys, right now, do not, and I repeat,
do not
make a pregnant Circ mad.

Ace said she grew twice as large as she usually does when
changed
and snapped Dunn in half like a twig. Zack's cleaning up his remains as we speak.” Derrick faltered as he took a harder look at Robbie. “Oh Christ. That image is going to haunt me for weeks.

Go back to whatever it is you were doing.
Damn
.” He backed away and left, grumbling under his breath.

Paige stared at her mates, speechless.

“Females are the root of all evil,” Hale said sadly, shaking his head. Her mates shared a conspiring grin. “It's you and me, Robbie. We'll have to stay strong around Paige. First, she'll go into heat and drive us crazy. Then, she'll be demanding when we go through our stupid wedding ceremony. And you, my friend, are not making me wear a tux all by myself. Then it'll be the pregnancy, babies, chocolates, flowers. Where does it end?”

He and Robbie sat back down on the bed, and the pair of them watched warily as Paige stalked them.

As Hale lay back and continued to lament the woes of his female mate, Paige smirked and settled between her men, where she belonged.

“He's right, you know.” Robbie drew her onto his lap. “A bit dramatic, but it's all true.”

“I've been told I'm a real animal. Hell on wheels.”

“Honey, you are,” Hale sighed, looking utterly spent.

She laughed.

Robbie sighed and hugged her close. “Ah, babe, we wouldn't have you any other way.”

A week later

Julian Hawkins grimaced as whatever Doc injected him with burned through his thigh, up his groin, and spread throughout the rest of his body. “You're sure this will do the trick?”

“It'll help, but I'm concerned at how little I actually know, medically, about the four of you.” Doc's expression was serious, concerned, and caring. A lot like Dr. Eckles used to be before that Pentagon prick had ordered him to go undercover in a situation way beyond his pay grade. Captain William Delancey…talk about a score to settle. At least Eckles now had a solid position with General Shields's Project Dawn cleanup team, not to mention an around-the-clock therapist. And if Shields was to be believed, Jules and his team had a place in the organization as well.

Jules studied his men, pleased that they
felt
clearer, more together. His beast noted the right color in the energy patterns pulsating around their bodies.
Finally
. Red, the color of health. Fallon, Tersch, and Hayashi had earned the right to leave this all behind and never look back. He himself had no current plans at the moment other than to relax. After seven years in the Navy and a year as a fucking guinea pig to further Delancey's mysterious agenda, he deserved a break.

“I really appreciate the invite to stay, Doc. I might just take you up on it, at least for a little while. I don't think they'll miss me at Pearson Labs.” The others smirked. The tremendous backlash and bad press Pearson Labs received was worth every damned day spent in that shit hole. Publicity dogged General Kohl's and Senator Kuntz's incarcerations. Neither man would ever work in politics, or outside a small jail cell, again. General Shields had made damn sure of that. He'd also expressed an interest in using Jules and what was left of his small team to do good, what Dawn Endeavor—the Navy's version of Project Dawn—had been intended to do.

If Doc's serum could permanently fix the problems with that damned mutated virus that caused most Circs to turn psychotic, Jules would seriously consider taking Shields up on his offer. But he wouldn't speak for his friends.

“So long as it's on a contracted basis, and not forever. We get to pick and choose assignments, then I'm in,” Fallon muttered in a low voice.

Damned telepath
. “Fallon, please.”

Fallon flushed. “Sorry. It's working again, and it's hard to turn off. I think the serum jump-started my abilities,” he said low, so as not to be overheard by Doc.

Hayashi tried to contain a grin.

Tersch laughed out loud. “What he said. God, I feel good. I think we need some leave, guys.” The modern-day Viking stretched. “Too many attractive—”

“Mated,” Fallon interrupted.

“—females here. Besides, my sea legs are tingling. I'm voting Key West.”

“Hawaii,” Fallon suggested.

Just to be difficult, Hayashi chimed in. “I vote Jamaica.” Jules sighed. “See what I put up with, Doc? Talk about pulling your hair out.” Doc smiled. “You know, you four remind me an awful lot of Circe's Recruits. The only difference between you are mates, babies, and McKinley,” he teased.

Jules sensed his men freeze at the word “babies” and sincere panic when Doc mentioned McKinley.

“You know, there's a great beach right here,” Jules improvised. “Why don't we check out the bar scene? We'll road trip it after this serum takes effect. All in favor?”

“Aye,” four voices hurriedly agreed.

As they grumbled and exited Doc's lab, Jules's beast told him they had more work to do. But not today, and not now, when they finally had a reason to celebrate and relax.

No mates, no danger, just sun, sand, and some hot sex, if he could get it. Female sex, non-Circ sex.

“Amen,” Fallon murmured.

But as they left the compound together, Jules caught sight of Paige Masters and her devoted mates. The love flowing around the pair glowed a deep violet, and he felt a pang of envy he quickly suppressed, but not fast enough.

The air around his small team grew static, and they stopped in their tracks, unable to move until Hayashi had his say.

Hayashi's black stare crossed his. “Soon, brother. Very soon,” he whispered. He shook his head and cleared his throat, breaking the strange paralysis holding the group still. “I think Tersch is feeling lucky. Atlantic City, here we come.”

“Shotgun,” Fallon called.

Jules pretended a normalcy he didn't feel and forced himself to smile. Time to beat the odds, one day at a time. And maybe, just maybe, they'd get lucky.

Marie Harte is an avid reader who loves all things paranormal and futuristic, but especially all things romance. Reading romances since she was twelve, she fell in love with the warmth of first passion and knew writing was her calling. Twenty-three years later, the Marine Corps, a foray through Information Technology, a husband and four kids, and her dream has finally come true. Marie lives in Georgia with her family and loves hearing from readers. To read more about Marie, visit www.marieharte.com and check out her blog at http://www.marieharte.blogspot.com.