Circe's Recruits: Gideon: A Multiple Partner Shifter Book (10 page)

A battle might seem as if it should end in a draw. But Gideon knew he could beat both of them at the same time. He had to, to cement their ties.

The man inside him tried to retreat, to return to normalcy. But the beast refused to back down, demanding he take charge.

“What?” Elijah took a step back, then frowned and held his ground.

Carter crossed his arms and watched, a smirk on his handsome face.

Handsome? Stupid face, more like.

“It’s time we settled a few things.” Gideon tried to reassert control. Sadly, the beast within grew in power. “I’m in charge. Time you two realized it.”

“Yeah?” Elijah just had to rock the boat. “Prove it.”

“Prove it,” Carter agreed, still smirking.

“You think I won’t?” Gideon fought the sentience inside himself. “Not sure, but I think I’m gonna jump both of you. Might want to…take… a break.”

Elijah frowned. “Huh?”

Carter grinned. “Hot damn. Let’s do it.”

Gideon pounced. He knocked Elijah to the floor and pressed his forearm to the smartass’s throat. “Give. You obey whenever and wherever I say to.” He bared his teeth, now fangs, and dragged them down Elijah’s face. A subtle scent marker, not to draw blood.

Elijah didn’t care for that and shoved at his arm. But Gideon remained in place. Even when Elijah raked poison-tipped claws into his side and spat, “Fuck you.”

Gideon felt Elijah’s erection through the sweatpants they both wore. And that need, the scent of masculine rage and desire, drugged him better than any opiate. He drew in the smell of Elijah, committing it to memory, and plastered their mouths together. The stubborn bastard remained closemouthed, so Gideon dragged his lips across the man’s cheek to his throat.

“Open for me,” he rumbled and nipped Elijah’s ear. Then he removed his forearm and ran a hand between them to grip Eli through his pants.

Elijah bucked against him. “Fuck. Cut it out.” But the words sounded weak, especially when Eli continued to grind up against him. “Pull me out and blow me. Then we’ll see who’s in charge.”

Gideon whispered in his ear, “I think you’ll blow
me
first. You want it, want to swallow me down, don’t you?”

Elijah groaned. “I don’t do guys. But fuck, I’m horny. I do you, you do me. Fair?”

Gideon lifted himself off Elijah and stripped down. The venom in his system burned, but not as much as the need to tie these men to him. Right now.

“Strip,” he ordered Carter. After he removed his clothes, he dragged Eli close and peeled them off the hardheaded Circ, encountering no resistance. “Now bend over, Eli.” He pulled Eli close and kissed him again, shoving his tongue through the tight valley of Eli’s lips.

The man sucked his tongue, and Gideon knew a fierce desire, to have
everyone
with him. Pack. One group, one loyalty.

“Carter, get Alex.”

Carter, now naked and sporting a huge erection, lost his cocky grin and nodded. He returned moments later with a cranky but awake Alex.

“Get the hell off me, Carter.” Alex froze when he entered the living area and faced Elijah bent over the couch, Gideon standing behind him, between his feet.

“What the hell?”

“Look at me.” Gideon stepped back and held himself out. “I’m wet. Hard and hurting. It’s time you all know where you stand.”

So saying, he stared at Carter and Alex as he shoved inside Eli, not caring what the man wanted. Because the Circ inside Eli spoke to Gideon. The creature wanted to be mastered, put in his place. Gideon could hear him on another level. Eli only mouthed off because he was afraid of caring, afraid of letting down his guard and getting trampled on, like he had so many times in his life.

But not anymore. Now Gideon would protect. But Eli had to know where he belonged.

Elijah, the man, would have roared in pain. But the beast inside him roared in pleasure, his body adapting to the hard, deep intrusion of Gideon’s cock. Digging into his passage, Gideon moaned as he sawed in and out, his strokes growing more aggressive, especially with the weight of Carter’s and Alex’s stares.

He came quickly, needing to continue with the others. Carter seemed eager to bond. But Alex would be a problem.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Alex’s voice sounded high, but his arousal couldn’t be missed.

Carter took note. “You’re hard, Alex. Wanting what the big man has to give, huh?” He gripped himself, then started jerking off while they watched Gideon finish inside Eli.

Gideon withdrew and pulled Eli up. Then he ordered Carter to his knees. “Suck him off, Carter. Don’t get off just yet, though.”

The scent of lust rolled over the group, and Gideon enhanced it without knowing how he did it. The need of the pack outweighed any one desire. So though he was hard again, he let Carter blow Eli, watching as the sexy men found pleasure while he and Alex stood by.

“See? Carter obeys, knows his place,” he whispered to Alex while he grabbed a towel and soaped it, cleaning himself off. But once clean and dry, moisture filmed over his erection. He once again grew wet, watching while Eli came down Carter’s throat.

A click of belonging settled between the pair, the same as the one now between Gideon and Eli. Gideon’s claws and fangs throbbed, needing blood to stain the bonding. He moved behind a shell-shocked Alex and started removing Alex’s clothing.

“S-stop.”

“No.” Gideon moved Alex’s hands away and stripped him down to nothing, noting Alex’s protests ceased as he watched Carter get to his feet, his dick slick with need. Eli remained at half mast, having come but still aroused.

“We’re Circ,” Carter said. “Always hungry. Needing a good fuck.”

“Or a good fight.” So saying, Eli slugged him. The pair punched, kicked, and bit, rolling over each other and crushing furniture.

Alex tried to break them up, but Gideon held him back. He hugged a naked Alex to his front, not sure why the feel of Alex against him was so damn erotic. He’d never done a guy before Alex, and coming inside Eli had been electric. But he wanted Alex again, and he wanted Carter. All of them touching, taking, giving…

Come here,
he broadcast through scent and sound. The pair immediately stopped fighting and joined him and Alex. They cleared a space on the floor and lay down, following Gideon to the floor. He lay next to Carter, touching side by side. Then he motioned for Eli and Alex to join them.

Eli mounted Carter, and Alex mounted Gideon. A fucking orgy, yet the physical paled next to the emotional bonding taking place on another level. Watching Eli settle over Carter’s prick, Gideon could feel the heat surrounding Carter as if it surrounded him.

Alex had yet to take him inside, so he knew that sensation came from Carter.

“Fill him up,” he commanded Carter, harder than he’d ever been. “Alex, now.”

Alex hesitated, and Gideon yanked him by the hips, seating himself deep inside Alex’s ass. The position allowed him real penetration, and Alex’s gasp and groan nearly undid him.

“Fuck. Can’t last. Feeling…all of it.” Carter groaned and jetted into Eli, who released all over Carter’s belly.

Gideon, though, continued to push Alex up and down, letting the other man ride him, setting the pace. He felt Alex’s grief and need, and the ties holding them close allowed him to siphon some of that pain, enough to allow Alex to feel pleasure again.

Alex moaned, and then more hands helped him find his climax. Gideon pumped into him, his strength growing at an impossible rate. Carter jerked Alex off while Eli kissed his shoulders, neck, and mouth.

When Alex seized around him and spattered his belly with seed, Gideon roared and came hard. Filling Alex with his scent, covering the group with his dominance, Gideon spent until Alex pulled away. He continued to come while Carter and Eli jerked him into ecstasy.

When he came down from his high, it was to see his packmates staring down at him, confusion and hesitant acceptance on their faces.

“What did you do to us?” Eli asked.

“That was fuckin’ weird. Hot, but weird,” Carter rubbed the back of his neck, his cock stiffening once more.

“God. What the hell?” Alex blushed like a man on fire. “I came all over you.”

“Once. Now we switch.” Gideon had a hard time rising to his feet, replete and at peace for the first time in forever. But once again standing, the hunger to firm his ties among his pack grew. “Carter, clean me up. Then I want you on your knees.”

Carter frowned. “I don’t know…”

Gideon grabbed the big man by the back of his neck and easily brought him to his knees. “I didn’t ask you to think. Obey, damn it.”

Carter moaned and cupped Gideon’s balls. “Yes, okay.” Once Gideon released his hold, Carter hustled to get a clean towel while Alex and Eli stared at each other.

“I don’t give a shit what you want,” Gideon lied, knowing right now he did this for them, not him. “It’s what I want that matters. Yes?”

Eli licked his lips. Alex glanced down at his thick cock bobbing over taut balls. “Sure, boss.” Eli grinned. “So I’m gay now.”

Alex sighed. “You don’t turn gay, Eli. You either are or you aren’t.”

“You’re not gay. You’re not straight. You’re Circ,” Gideon corrected, knowing that to be the only answer that mattered. “Now stop talking and fuck. We’re getting this mating heat out of the way.”

Alex looked at him, his grief pushed aside, now fired up and needing the connection sex provided. “Mating heat?”

“I’ll explain when we’re done.” Though he’d already come twice, Gideon needed more. He had to see Carter’s firm lips around his shaft, to watch that mouth drag down his dusky rod and drink the seed that readied to release.

“Carter, come on.”

Carter returned, stiff as a board, holding two soapy rags. He tossed one to Eli, who used it before cleaning Alex.

Gideon grunted his assent, then cleaned himself while Carter watched, getting even thicker. “Get on your back, Carter.” Carter didn’t need to be told twice. “You two might want to try it this way,” he said to the others, then positioned his face at Carter’s dick while straddling Carter’s mouth. A beautiful sixty-nine Carter immediately embraced.

With a groan, Gideon followed. And then all that could be heard were the moans of men in lust, the bonds of togetherness firming into a web that simple talk would never undo.

***

Bailey woke in her hotel bed, her hand down her panties. She felt pleasantly used, wet, and full of desire for the men around her.

Men around her?

She removed her hand and darted to a sitting position but didn’t see any men. Just her, fully clothed, her bag, and a familiar looking ball cap tinged with red.

At the sight, she blanched. “Oh my God.” That cap belonged to the cowboy who’d attacked her. She ran her tongue over sore gums and knew what had happened was no figment of her imagination. She’d torn into her would-be attackers, leaving them both alive, but just barely.

Knowing she needed to get a move on before something worse happened, she hurried to grab her things, prayed she’d already paid because she had no idea where she was, then found her car parked outside and left.

Checking her phone showed she’d only lost a few hours, not the days she’d feared. No longer willing to trust that she’d arrive at Dr. Evan Dennis’s address in her full faculties, she drove as long as she could without falling asleep, then pulled over in a deserted lot in a field in Illinois and wrote herself a note.

When she woke, she was relieved to find herself in the same place she’d parked. Next to her words to behave herself, she found the words,
“Hurry, need mates.”

Not sure what that meant, she hit a few fast food places to replenish her crazy appetite, tossed the bloody cap to get rid of the evidence, and drove as if her life depended on it. But as she drove, she remembered hazy images of an orgy she couldn’t for the life of her forget. Four gorgeous, muscular men had been going at it like stars in a porn movie.

Granted, Bailey liked sex, but she’d never been one for gay sex. Not with men or women. A little on the unadventurous side, she knew, but she preferred one man, one woman. At least, for her.

Yet recalling those four men sucking and licking, grabbing and fucking, she was panting, her body on fire for something to fill her. No, not something. Some
one
. A man worthy of her affection.
Strong seed to make young, mates who could protect their female.

She sped up, needing to find this rowdy group. A bunch of men who didn’t even exist. Man, she was losing it.

Her trip to find herself was turning into an excursion from hell. She wondered if she’d find the answers she needed in New Jersey, or if she’d only find more questions.

What the hell is happening to me, Katie?

***

Amelia Norton sat by her computer and watched Duane Smith and Dr. Edwin Lang quietly discussing the arrangements she’d made. This particular laboratory sat underground in the Pearl District in Portland, a few miles from the site of the old lab. What made the location perfect, in her opinion, was that it had been an easy transition to move the people and specialized equipment without tipping her hand to the authorities.

She watched as Smith bowed to Lang with a flushed face, his hero worship annoying in the extreme. She didn’t like this side of him, the one that did whatever Lang needed, though he always remembered who signed his paychecks. Smith worked like a demon on her pet projects, using that EL13 serum, along with the psychic project, to enhance cell growth.

Amelia pulled a compact from her desk drawer and studied her ravishing good looks, aware her wrinkles had faded gradually, her youthful enhancements supplemented by keen science and a unique approach to fixing the aging problem.

That Circ serum developed years ago by the government had side effects no one had considered. But Amelia had been interested ever since joining her father in business. He’d been one of the initial contributors to Project Dawn back in the day, and he’d kept detailed copies of all recorded findings.

She’d already made a mint off the enhanced mercenaries they supplied around the globe. But this newest batch promised even better results, especially since the formula enhanced her beauty, with lasting effects.