Circe's Recruits 1: Roane (9 page)

“Horny?” Hale offered.

“Hale,” Roane warned.

“Yeah.” She blew out a breath. “Actually, it comes and goes. Last night…” She paused and watched Roane tense in front of her. “Last night, Roane said I called him. But I didn’t realize I had.”

“She didn’t call me,” Derrick muttered.

“Me either.” Hale sighed.

Doc stared from Roane to Caitlyn. “Interesting. Roane, what did you sense?” Roane rolled his neck on his shoulders and allowed her to stand by his side, but he refused to put more than a few inches between them. “I was going to go to bed early.” The others voiced their disbelief. “I swear. I was almost to my door when I felt a sudden instinctual urge to go to her. Then I caught her scent.” His eyes darkened, from brown to black. “I thought for sure the rest of you would be on her.” On me? What the hell? From the looks on the others’ faces, Roane was suggesting they all wanted to, what, fuck her?

“Instead, I found her with Kelly. She never changed, just sent out that sweet fucking perfume.”

“And then?” Doc just had to ask.

“And then we spent the night together. Just her and me. Mine.” Roane ended on a growl.

“I knew she was going to be trouble,” Derrick said. “Just knew it.”

“But it wasn’t a mating heat, and none of the rest of you experienced this need?” Doc asked and began typing madly into a nearby computer. “This suggests Caitlyn actively sought out one of you. Not a mating heat. A selection.”

“What exactly is this ‘mating heat’?” She wanted to know, trying hard to overcome her embarrassment. Now it was out in the open. Everyone knew what she’d done -- who she’d done -- last night. Strangely, talking about all this sex was revving her engines again. She clenched her arms tightly across her chest, hiding her erect nipples.

“The mating heat is a hormonal call to procreate. Both genders of Circs experience it monthly or bimonthly. The squad shouldn’t have gone through their next heat for another two weeks, at least. But yesterday, you pushed them into one.”

“I did?”

“Yes, you did.” Doc turned from the computer.

“Doc,” Roane started.

“No, Roane. She has a right to know.” Doc faced Caitlyn. “My dear, I expect this is perfectly normal at your particular stage in growth. Nothing to be concerned or embarrassed about.”

“I did something yesterday I can’t remember, didn’t I?”

“You sure did,” Derrick said under his breath. “And I hope you’ll do it again.”

“Tell us what happened when you escaped from the PPA agents.” Thrown by the change in subject, Caitlyn reluctantly told them. “I turned my scent on them full blast. Simon stepped away, and I took my chance. I suddenly had a burst of speed and strength, and I ran faster than I ever have in my life down the street. I tried to lose them by heading toward the outdoor mall. That’s when I ran into you guys.” She took a deep breath. “I remember being afraid, feeling overwhelmed. And then nothing.” Not nothing. As she stood there, something within her woke. A slumbering consciousness, an instinctive part of her that both soothed and frightened her. Its power was enormous and familiar.

She saw herself swiping at Roane, clawing at his chest and arms with inhuman hands.

Felt herself carried into the vehicle. Then nothing until she saw Roane again, a perfect beast in his prime. He chased her, he caught her, and then…

“You.” She gasped and stared at Roane. “You took me, there in that yard.”

“I sure as hell did.” He didn’t try to deny it, startling her. “You were beautiful, baby. So dark, so strong.” His breath grew raspy. “So mine.” 

Like that, the rest of her memories rushed back. Of having raw sex with Derrick and Hale, of swallowing Roane, that perfect essence that satisfied her need to mate. The strongest, the best. She needed Roane. The others she would take to remind him that she could. But he would be the one she ultimately chose.

“What’s happening to me?” Caitlyn groaned as lust swamped reason. Her bones and joints ached. Unlike yesterday, she wasn’t flashing in and out of another form. Now she experienced a full-body transformation. It didn’t feel good. It damn well hurt.

Caitlyn roared her displeasure until she shed the weak flesh and bone holding her back. Her body filled out, her face lengthened in proportion to the growth around the rest of her skull. Her shoulders held up the shirt now binding her breasts, rubbing against the engorged nipples, needing freedom. The entirety of her system became something more as she blinked and stared at four males she planned to work through before savoring the fifth.

The one who belonged to her.

“Now, Caitlyn, I want you to stay calm.”

The look Caitlyn gave Doc shut the scientist up in a heartbeat. The six of them stood there, not sure how to proceed. Roane wanted to engage the light of challenge in Caitlyn’s glowing green eyes. When a normal woman, she attracted him. Soft, tanned skin, long, golden hair that curled around her face and caressed the tips of her breasts, and legs that wouldn’t quit. changed, she was an impossible temptation. One needing immediate attention.

Caitlyn, however, didn’t seem amenable to what he had in mind. He wanted to shake her until her teeth rattled when she gazed with calculation over his men. It wouldn’t take much to send the rest of them over the edge. He fought changing , and he could see the others working against the urge as well.

“Zack, Ace, why don’t you two escort Doc out of here and check on Kelly.” Roane’s words came out in a thick growl. Fangs cut through his gums, painful reminders of just what he leashed with that practiced control.

Ace, for once, didn’t hesitate to follow Roane’s orders. He grabbed one of Doc’s arms and Zack grabbed the other.

As they dragged the protesting scientist to the door, Derrick moved to follow.

“But Roane, think of the potential research this could give us,” Doc said.

Caitlyn snarled, showcasing sharp white teeth. She maintained eye contact with Roane, not blinking, just waiting.

“I’ll let you know what you missed,” Hale added quietly, his voice no less husky than Roane’s. “Don’t worry, Doc. I’ll make sure they don’t kill each other. I’ll give you an impartial view on what’s what. Derrick, since you’re outta here, disable the cameras, would you?”

“That woman is trouble.” Derrick nodded at Caitlyn. “First-class, sexy-as-a-motherfucker trouble I don’t need,” he muttered. “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure Doc’s peep show is limited to Zack and Ace.”

“Dick.” Ace punched Derrick, who shrugged off the blow.

“Peep show, indeed.” Doc’s scowl was a clear testament to his affront.

“Funny, Derrick.” Zack followed the others out the door. “Come on. You can make sure Ace and I don’t do anything to irritate Kelly again. Our new Circ has my libido in an uproar, and I don’t want to take out that frustration on Kelly. Since Ace hardly ever willingly gives it up…”

“Willingly, my ass,” Ace barked.

“That’s my point,” Zack continued. His voice faded as the door shut behind him. The metallic shutter of a lock sounded loudly in the sudden silence -- a reminder that Caitlyn wasn’t free to go.

She snarled and leaped into the middle of the room next to the exam bed.

“Reminds me of our introduction at the beach,” Roane said, feeling the heat behind his gaze signaling an imminent change. “But this meeting’s going to end a lot differently.” He slowly stepped out of his clothes, his eyes on Caitlyn the entire time.

She grumbled as he undressed but did nothing to stop him. Her nipples pebbled visibly under the thin shirt she wore. It clung to her larger, curvier frame. Her wildness beckoned his forth. Flowing into the stronger, baser part of him -- his beast -- he eagerly embraced his size, once again dominant over his female.

“Shit. I knew I shouldn’t have worn any shoes this morning.” Hale sighed and stepped out of his sandals. He tossed off his shirt and changed, his eyes like pinpoints of gold. His stare vacillated between Roane and Caitlyn.

He’d caught Caitlyn’s attention, and Roane didn’t like that.

“He’s pretty.” Her voice had deepened to a husky pitch.

“He’s not your concern. I am.” Roane stepped directly in front of her, blocking her view of Hale.

She growled low in her throat. “I’ll get to you when I’m good and ready. You don’t own me.” The glint in her gaze warned him to tread warily.

He clenched his fists tight, not even pretending to go along with her bullshit.

Hale chuckled, ceasing when Roane turned a lethal glare his way. Caitlyn, he noted, waited, her challenge issued.

More than happy to give her the fight she wanted, Roane stepped forward…right into her fist. Caitlyn belted him in the face faster than he’d have thought possible. With his enhanced bone structure and toughened skin, the assault did no more than irritate him.

“I like this.” She cracked her knuckles. “More power. More strength. Time to take what I want.” She dismissed Roane with a shake of her head.

In the next breath, Roane had her in his arms and ripped the shirt from her body.

“Time to learn who’s in charge here, you damned hellcat.” He cupped her breasts, squeezing and pinching her nipples as she tried to struggle. The scent of feminine arousal filled the air around them. She gasped and squirmed, and the wild smell intensified, pleasing him. “You belong to me. You do what I say.”

“Are you strong enough to keep me? I don’t think so. Let me go.” Her breathy plea and fingers kneading his chest contradicted her words. It was telling that she had yet to use her claws on him.

Hale took a step forward.

“Back off, Hale. She’s mine.” Roane uttered the warning in a low snarl. “You want to play, Caitlyn? Then we play by my rules.” He carried her to the exam bed and bent her over it, spreading her ankles wide. Her ass waved in the air, an invitation if he’d ever seen one.

He angled his hips and prodded her pussy with his cock, hissing at the warm wetness pooling there. “Show Hale how you take me all the way in, hellcat. Show him how much you want me.”

She gasped and rubbed against him, the friction testing his control, but she refused to admit her desire aloud.

“You don’t want me?” Roane shoved full length into her and stilled. “Are you sure?” She moaned his name, clawing at the table as she arched back into him.

“You want me to leave you?” he asked in a thick voice and pulled out.

“No,” she whimpered. “I need more.”

“Beg me for it.” He reached around her hip and fingered her clit, sliding through the cream gathered just for him.

“Never…beg.”

“We’ve done this already, remember?” Roane pressed his cock against her ass as he played with her, determined to melt her resistance. He locked gazes with Hale, forcing the male to acknowledge Roane’s place with his female.

Hale licked his lips and nodded, focused on them.

“Tell Hale how much you need me.”

Caitlyn tried to move away from Roane. Her attempts were halfhearted at best, and she continued to exude an arousing scent.

Unable to resist her, Roane thrust inside her once more. “Fuck, Caitlyn. You don’t like the word ‘no,’ do you?”

He began pumping, taken with her hot pussy, with the feel and scent of her. “So good.”

“Yes,” she hissed, rubbing against him. “More. Deeper.”

“Like this?” He slammed into her, and she cried out. Riding her hard, more than aware Hale watched their every move, he dragged the pad of his finger over her clit. Large and ripe, she felt slick with desire. Pushing with more pressure while he fucked her, he deliberately released his own scent and had a wildcat on his hands.

Caitlyn cried out and scratched at the bed, his thighs, whatever she could reach as she climbed toward orgasm.

Roane wanted nothing more than to come inside her, but he needed to teach her a lesson. The female had to know her place.

He forced himself to withdraw.

“No,” she groaned.

“Who’s in charge?”

“Roane, I’m not done yet,” she hissed, fighting for the freedom to take him inside her once more.

“Neither am I.” He teased her entrance, aware of how precariously he balanced on the edge of ecstasy. “Answer me, dammit.”

“Fuck me.” She tried again to engage his body with her own.

Roane shoved her flat against the bed, his body flush with hers. The contact put his groin and her ass in direct alignment.

“Who’s in charge, hellcat?” He pushed between her cheeks, fully intending to ass fuck her as soon as they’d settled their differences. “I can wait as long as I need to,” he rasped, nipping at her neck.

Caitlyn shivered. Hale groaned in the background, drawing Roane’s attention. The Circ dropped his shorts and stroked himself, lost in the sex clouding the room. Roane felt for him, totally caught up in Caitlyn’s body.

She bucked and fought, but couldn’t shake him. The fury vibrating along her frame slowly soothed into a submissive acceptance, what he’d been waiting for all along. The beast within roared its satisfaction. The man accepted her as his due. No question.

“Please, Roane,” Caitlyn whimpered. “Take me. You’re in charge.”

“And?” He withdrew his tip from her ass and positioned his cock at her pussy, where it belonged.

“I’m yours,” she whispered in a gritty voice.

Roane slammed inside her once more, groaning at the perfection of their fit.

“Oh, yes!” Caitlyn stretched under him, and he lost it.

His female. His seed ready to take root. Thoughts of impregnating her increased his ardor. Roane fucked her without mercy, riding his woman until she shattered around him.

Still he continued until he crested his limits, stirring her again, despite her protests.

“Mine,” he bellowed as he jetted inside her. He gouged her hips, marking her with his touch and scent, the smell of blood and cum furthering his climax.

He glanced up to see Hale close to losing it. “Come here,” he said to his friend. “Caitlyn, open your mouth. You’re going to reward Hale for knowing the truth when he sees it. Suck him until I tell you to stop. I’m far from done with you.” Hale approached, and Roane pushed Caitlyn farther over the bed, careful to keep connected to her. Though he’d just spent, he was still hard, his beast’s appetite far from satisfied. She’d surrendered her will, but she had more yet to give.