Circe's Recruits 4: Hale (11 page)

Sweating, McKinley wiped his forehead and took advantage of Rogers's state of unconsciousness. A blanket covered him from his waist to his feet, exposing a broad, muscular chest and meaty arms. Though smaller in size and build than McKinley, Rogers still would tower over most humans.
And he’d fit Paige just right
. Confused that instead of the jealousy he should have felt, his desire increased, McKinley tried to step back, but his beast wouldn't let him.

Lust consumed him once more, and McKinley concentrated on observing, not touching, as he itched to do. What the hell was it about this man that grabbed McKinley by the balls and wouldn't let go?

Rogers had sandy-colored hair, a shade darker than Paige's. He kept it cut short, framing a hard face. Women would find him handsome. McKinley found him…intriguing. In sleep, Rogers looked softer, more human. Though McKinley had yet to see Rogers in his other,
changed
form, he knew he'd find Rogers appealing.

And that bothered the hell out of him. He would have preferred women if given a choice. The only reason he'd had sex with men up to this point was because he didn't have it in him to harm a smaller female. The large men he used could tolerate pain as well as dish it out. He couldn't imagine trying to ram himself inside a smaller female like soft, sexy, desirable Paige.

He loved her so much. Everything about her called to him. Why then, did he feel the same pull for this male? And why had it felt so right to give Paige into his keeping?

Knowing what he did about General Kohl's fondness for Doc, McKinley should have insisted that Paige stay with him. Yet he'd all but pushed her into Rogers's arms, guided by the need to protect, by instinct.

Frustrated, he sat in a chair facing the bed and studied this enemy, who was not, exactly, an enemy. All the while, his body hungered, throbbing for release.

He'd come to check on Paige and reassure himself about Circe's Recruits. Paige seemed safe here, and she'd finally met her uncle. A sense of closure, in some respects, but also a chance at a new beginning. One thing McKinley could say about Doc, he took care of his Circs. They didn't suffer for anything with him around. From everything Diego had told him, Doc considered them family.

“Mmm, yeah,” Rogers murmured. He shifted in the bed and released a torrent of pheromones into the air. The blanket over Rogers seemed to grow—right between his legs. McKinley stood and took several steps toward the bed, like a puppet on strings.

He watched in horror as his hand lowered to Rogers's chest. The feel of such tough yet smooth skin burned into him, and he drowned in desire.

Rogers took him by complete surprise. In seconds, he turned from dead to the world to violently aggressive, shoving McKinley across the room into the wall. Shocked he hadn't seen that coming and dazed by Rogers's brute strength, McKinley needed a moment to get his bearings. When he looked at Rogers again, he found a beast only a head shorter than himself. Darker skin covered the creature staring at him with glowing green eyes. Rogers's hair had thickened and lengthened, and he resembled a barbarian of old clothed in
nothing at all.

McKinley growled with need, frustration, and sheer hunger.
This male belongs to
me. This male I can take
. He looked forward to burying his cock in that ass, to even taking that thick, dusky shaft in his own mouth.

“McKinley. I knew you'd come.” Rogers growled and flexed his arms, his biceps tight with packed muscle. His cock rose, as large as McKinley's. So powerful, this Circ wouldn't break easily, if at all. The notion overjoyed him.

“I saw Paige. She seems well.”

“She's good.” Rogers opened and closed his fists, showcasing lethal claws. When he spoke, his fangs appeared, and the thought of him biting into McKinley's flesh made McKinley quiver with desire. “Excited to see me?” Rogers nodded at McKinley's obvious arousal.

The jeans he wore didn't disguise his massive hard-on straining at the seams. “I should ask you that.” McKinley licked his lips, delighted by Rogers's scowl.

“Fuck it. You came here for more than a fight. I can smell it.” Rogers cupped his balls and stroked himself. “We both know you owe me for that psychic bullshit from before. Hell, I'll call it even. You want it? Come suck it.”

“I'll take what I want, when I want.” McKinley felt the familiar desire and anticipation he'd felt the other night. In the park, when they'd started toward each other, his beast hadn't wanted to hurt Rogers. He'd wanted to play with him, to demand a show of strength. “You owe me one, Rogers. Bend over the bed, and I promise not to hurt you.”

Rogers bared his fangs and smiled. Lust uncurled in McKinley's body, his sole intention to conquer and claim this male,
his
male. And then Rogers hit him full force, and the fight was on.

Despite McKinley's yellow eyes, claws, and fangs, he resembled a man, if a freakishly large man. So Hale was unprepared for the toughness of his skin. Punches glanced off his belly and chest. McKinley caught his last blow and wrapped Hale in his massive arms. Braced chest to chest, Hale should have locked his lips around McKinley's jugular and ripped his throat out. With his mouth almost level with the man's neck, it was the perfect weak point to exploit.

But Hale couldn't think past the desire exploding through his body. His beast thrilled at the sensation of this male against him. Just as he'd been with Paige, Hale wanted nothing more than to take McKinley and fuck him. But McKinley wouldn't accept anything less than Hale's submission. He instinctively knew that, but he didn't know what to do about it.

McKinley threw him to the ground and they rolled over, each scrambling to be on top. Hale ended up on the bottom and sucked in a breath when McKinley deliberately became deadweight.
Shit
. The bastard weighed a ton, and in the time it took Hale to catch his breath, McKinley had leaned down and taken one of his nipples between his teeth.

Stunned at the feel of this male's lips on him, Hale froze.

McKinley groaned and closed his eyes, sucking on the nub like a starving man.

“So fucking good,” he murmured and licked, bit, and teased until Hale wanted to explode.

The scent of evergreen appeared out of nowhere, drawing Hale deeper into McKinley's web.
Too easy. Not right. More, need to fight
. His beast raged at him to fight back, now, while McKinley's attention was distracted.

Forcing himself to obey, Hale thrust McKinley from him and regained his feet. He crouched, waiting to spring into action. McKinley rolled to his feet quickly, but he had to be in pain. His jeans stretched tight across his crotch.

“My house, my territory, my rules,” Hale growled. “Make it easy on yourself.

Submit.”

“In your dreams, Rogers. But I'll make it as fair as I can for you.” McKinley threw his jacket to the floor. He tore off his shirt and kicked off his boots. Clad in jeans and nothing else, the man made Hale want to check for drool.

“Holy shit.” Hale stared in fascination at McKinley's body. Hell, he was even bigger than Roane. Which made Hale wonder if he was as big all over. Unconsciously, his gaze sought McKinley's crotch again. Mindless with desire, he stood and gripped himself, locked in pure need.

The asshole took his moment of weakness and turned it to his advantage.

McKinley caught Hale in the middle with his shoulder. He took him down like a linebacker and pinned him to the ground. Their bare chests rubbed together, the slight pelt of dark hair over McKinley's pecs throwing Hale past rational thought.

“Fuck. If I don't come soon, I'm gonna go crazy,” Hale breathed, staring into McKinley's eyes. Up close, they looked like cat eyes, slumberous, seductive, conniving.

As he stared, McKinley's pupils dilated.

“I hurt,” the big guy rumbled. “I ache all the time.” He rubbed his jean-clad hard-on against Hale's cock, and the movement nearly broke him.

“Mating heat,” Hale managed and licked his lips, eager for a taste of McKinley's salty skin. “You need another Circ. I can smell it.”

“No. I need
you
.”

When Hale would have reached up to touch McKinley, the Circ caught his hands and pinned them to the floor above his head. It was the most erotic thing he'd ever experienced. With Roane he willingly submitted. McKinley forced him to acknowledge his place. The beast accepted him without pause, even as Hale struggled to come to grips with what sex with McKinley might mean. He tugged at his hands, but McKinley tightened his grip.

“McKinley, dammit, let go.”

“No,” he breathed. “God, you feel so good. I'm burning up. Never felt…like…this.”

Hale stared at him in surprise. “Not even with Paige?” he rasped, forcing himself not to turn and bare his neck, to feel the male's hot breath over his skin and throat.

“Afraid…to hurt her. No sex.” McKinley moaned and suctioned his mouth to Hale's throat.

The pleasure was more than Hale could bear. To his astonishment, his dick swelled, then pulsed under McKinley. He cried out as he came hard and long without wanting to.

McKinley sucked harder, then let go. He lifted his head, and Hale saw drops of his own blood clinging to the male's lips. “You taste so good,” the Circ said thickly, then plastered his mouth to Hale's. The kiss was rough and dominating, and so damned right that Hale sighed into McKinley's mouth.
My surrender is yours.

McKinley froze and pulled away, his beast no doubt sensing his triumph. He stared down at Hale, and whatever he saw must have satisfied him. He quickly backed away and stood, stripping off the rest of his clothing. In seconds, he knelt over Hale with that enormous, slick cock.

“Finally. Gonna take what I really need,” McKinley growled. “Give you what
you
need. Spread your legs.”

Hale regarded him with a hint of challenge, knowing what his mate—
this male
, he corrected his beast—really needed.

McKinley swore and knelt between his thighs. “Little bastard. You know you're mine. I said spread your fucking legs.” Not giving Hale a chance to disobey again, he put his hands on Hale's thighs and moved them himself. In the process, he slid his hands over Hale's seed. On a groan, he lowered his head to Hale's cock and took a good, hard lick. Then he sucked Hale's dick into his mouth until he had Hale hard and willing once more.

Need to come again, to mark my mate. Mine. Mine and hers
, his beast growled.

McKinley wouldn't let him climax. He let go of Hale's cock and leaned over him.

“Now, you're going to accept me, aren't you, Hale?” Hale couldn't refuse, though he wanted to. He groaned as McKinley positioned himself between his legs. Moving Hale's legs over his shoulders, McKinley prodded for entrance and slowly pushed himself inside. Even
changed
, Hale felt the intrusion burn through his ass. But the need only grew.

“Yes,” McKinley moaned, his eyes wild as his scent filled the room. “God, yes.” He sank his entire length, then began pumping. “Can't stop.
Can’t stop
,” he breathed as he pistoned like a madman, seeking that respite only a Circ could give him. Fire blazed in his eyes as he stared down at Hale, locked in a lover's rough embrace.

Hale accepted the stronger male's taking, the discomfort only heightening his pleasure each time McKinley fucked him harder. “Mark me,” he whispered.

“I will. Shit, ah.” McKinley moaned and stilled as the scent of cum filled the air.

After a moment, he continued to move, sliding in and out of Hale's ass with an ecstatic expression on his face.

Hale had never seen a man so beautiful, so raw. McKinley's orgasm made his dick ache. He was just as hard as before, needing to come.
To mark my mate.

When McKinley finally allowed Hale to lower his legs again, Hale groaned and tried to reach for his cock, needing relief.

“No. Mine.” McKinley withdrew from Hale's ass and swallowed Hale's cock to the back of his throat.

Arching into that hot, wet mouth, Hale tried to fuck as deeply as he could. Then McKinley's tongue stroked him, licking away, increasing his pleasure. A finger prodded his ass, this time shoving deep to brush against his prostate.

Hale cried out as he came, shuddering when McKinley massaged his balls with an expertise that shocked him. The giant Circ was the best fuck Hale had ever had, and he'd topped Hale with little effort.

Instead of feeling dominated and taken, Hale felt at peace.

Glancing down at the male still licking him clean, his beast found a kinship with McKinley's wild side. Solid, warm contentment settled over him, and he reached for McKinley without thinking about it. Giving in to his beast, Hale rolled the male onto his back and stretched out over him like a blanket.

He lay there, listening to McKinley's racing heart. Content to lie there forever, it was a moment before he realized McKinley's arms had circled his body, and that he'd
changed
back without thought.

Sighing at the perfect moment, Hale rubbed his cheek against McKinley's chest and closed his eyes, trying to keep the rest of the world at bay. The PPA, Pearson Labs, McKinley's part in working for the enemy, Paige… At thoughts of his missing mate, Hale's beast woke and demanded they find her.
Get our female. Tie her to us. Bring her
here. Need to fill her with seed.

“Shit, not now.”

“Huh? Problem?” McKinley sounded less than concerned, his voice thick, as if he teetered on the verge of sleep.

When Hale made to rise, McKinley wrapped his arms around his waist and tightened his grip. Hale's cock brushed his new lover's, and he groaned at the answering heat between them. Damn, but this joining had been as hot as his turn with Paige, which brought into question how she'd react to this news.

As much as Roane might advise Hale to go with his dreams and instincts, Hale knew none of them were ready for McKinley, including him. He didn't know if he could trust the male, but he did know Paige loved him. The jealousy that should have been there at that thought didn't come, and Hale worried even more. Because he wanted Paige to see them. He wanted Paige to join them. Right here. Right now. Paige and McKinley and Hale. What a mess.