by Marie Harte
She wanted to pounce on him, take him down and do whatever she wanted with the male in his prime. Nearly panting, she strained to ease back her desire, hoping he couldn’t smell it on her.
Kennedy tried to focus on something else. The TV, the ugly plaid bedspread, his freaking partner lying on the bed just a few steps away…
Then Alex took her hand and put his shirt in it.
The feel of his warm skin was like a drug. She clenched the shirt tight, and the scent of him wafted to her all over again. “This thing inside me. My beast.” She licked her dry lips, saw him follow the movement with laser-like attention, and let the heat move through her. “I’ve heard the others talking about it. The men seem to deal with a lot of violence.”
“Yes.” He stepped closer, so that she had to tilt her head back to see him. Only a few inches separated them, and it was too much.
Her nipples grew harder, the towel an abrasive barrier against the pleasure she needed. The desire to be taken, ridden, and owned, consumed her. She didn’t like her emotions so out-of-control and tried to rein them in. But she feared she was too late.
“You’re wet.” He traced a droplet of water from her collarbone to the V between her breasts. “Need help drying off?”
She inhaled his sweet need and trembled. Wet? You have no idea.
“Kennedy?” His low, raspy voice sent shivers down her spine.
“Yes?” Her embarrassment took a backseat to desire. She nudged his fingers aside and let her towel drop. The sudden silence in the room was deafening.
Alex’s eyes widened, and he stepped back to look his fill. Then, before she could change her mind—as if her beast would let her—he put his large hands on her waist and yanked her flush against him. That thick bulge against her belly told her she wasn’t the only one feeling lusty.
“You don’t know this about me, Kennedy, but I have a sweet tooth,” he said in a low growl. “And you smell like cotton candy.” He leaned closer, his pupils no longer normal, but catlike, elongated in those bright gray eyes. “I bet you’re sticky sweet, aren’t you?”
She blew out a breath, losing any semblance of control, and met him halfway.
The kiss changed everything.
******
Alex couldn’t think as he held a wet, warm, and willing woman. Kennedy was in his arms and kissing him back for all she was worth. Passion flared bright hot. The need raging inside him had obviously grabbed a hold of her as well.
She was driving his beast crazy. He didn’t care that she’d been through a rough escape, that Eli lay on the bed close by, that he didn’t know much more about her than her name.
His beast wanted, and it had never craved another the way it did Kennedy.
“More,” she murmured against his lips.
The heady sensation of her full breasts against his naked chest made him want to devour her. As it was, scenting the wet need between her legs had him lost to any thought but claiming her. Now.
Alex didn’t plan on waiting. Her beast accepted him. He felt it, touched it through her silky skin, and saw her desire, experiencing it as if it were his own.
He continued to kiss her, letting go of her hips to unfasten his jeans and shove his clothes down. He backed her up against the wall and lifted her. The sweet woman wrapped her ankles around his waist, and he groaned, because her pussy lined up with his cock.
“Now,” she growled and nipped at his lips. Sharp pinpricks scored his shoulders and neck, and the feel of her claws marking his flesh pushed him over the edge.
He pulled back to look into her eyes and positioned himself at her entrance.
Then he yanked her down while shoving up inside her.
She cried out, her head back, and clenched him to her, thrusting her hips in time with his frenzied pace.
The sex was indescribable. The best he’d ever had, and the race to climax made it that much more explosive.
Kennedy seized around him and moaned his name, her body demanding his seed as if her right.
He tried to hold out but couldn’t, the instinctual need to bind her to him overpowering. Alex roared as he jetted inside her, the beast within driven to give her everything and more.
Her claws receded, and smooth fingers stroked his neck, the upper slopes of his shoulders. She toyed with his hair, and when he realized he’d closed his eyes, he opened them to see her shocked expression fade into a contented smile.
“Just…wow.”
He nodded, still catching his breath. You are so damn beautiful. And you make me so fucking hard. I need you again. What would she say if he told her he’d just gotten started?
I’d say I need you too, came the soft words into his mind.
He tensed, but his beast sensing no threat from her eased his worry. “You can hear my thoughts?” Would she admit the truth?
She started. “I, ah, you heard that?”
He nodded, still thick inside her, so damn satisfied. “And I’m glad.”
She gave him a shy smile, and his heart did a funny flip in his chest. “I’m a telepath. That’s another reason why I took Dr. Lang’s offer to work in Level 4. I couldn’t normally hear other people. Only if you projected hard, or if I was really trying. Since becoming Circ, my telepathy has grown more powerful. I can hear much more clearly. But honestly, I wasn’t trying with you. We’re just really, um, close right now.”
He had to kiss her again. So he did. “Close, yes.”
“You’re still hard,” she said, her face a bright pink.
He chuckled and started to slip out, so he pulled her hips closer, seating himself deeper. “Oh yeah. I can go for a long time. Circ stamina.” He kissed his way up her neck, reluctant to move because he didn’t want to leave her. But he wanted to cover her with kisses, from her sexy mouth to her generous breasts and lower, to that sweet pussy gloving him with such perfection.
We need the bed, he deliberately sent her. Because I need to kiss you all over.
She bit her lip, and he sensed a reluctance that hadn’t been there before. “I, uh, I don’t really do this. I mean, we just met, and I was on the run for my life, and this is crazy because I’m not just me anymore. And—”
“It’s okay. I get it.” He let out a breath, feeling for her. “Believe it or not, I don’t just make love to women I just meet either. I’m a guy, but I’m picky.” He smiled into her eyes. “Though I have to say I have a real thing for redheads with such sexy blue eyes.”
“Picky would be the word for him,” Eli said, and Kennedy froze, which tightened her around him in the nicest possible way.
Alex would have laughed, because he’d been so into her he’d completely forgotten about Eli. But he didn’t want her to think he was making light of anything. And Lord knew if he didn’t get a handle on Eli, the guy might totally alienate the woman Alex wasn’t nearly ready to be done with.
“Forget him, Kennedy.” He leaned close and kissed her, his cock still thick, embedded deep in her lovely body. He meant to move them to the bed, but when she kissed him back, her beast leading his with a hunger he appreciated, he started fucking her against the wall once more.
“Oh yeah. That’s hot, man.” Eli sounded closer.
Alex felt Eli’s breath on his neck, then felt Eli’s hands stroking his back. “Eli.” The added closeness of another Circ shot his lust into the stratosphere.
Which in turn drove Kennedy wild.
She pulled him closer, growling under her breath, and took Alex’s hand to her breast.
He cupped her, in heaven, and continued to pump. Eli stroked lower, palming Alex’s ass, his thumbs stroking closer to Alex’s hole.
Alex broke from Kennedy’s mouth, his fangs descending, which they’d never done before during sex unless he deliberately called them out. “I need to bite,” he warned.
She turned her head, exposing her throat. Then Eli shoved a finger into his ass, his low moan of arousal and the waft of musky desire affecting them all.
Alex bit. Hard. Her tas
te made everything better, brighter, more exciting.
And his beast fell in absolute love.
Chapter Seven
KENNEDY HAD LOST her mind. She had not one, but two men in a room while she was naked and having sex! It didn’t matter that Alex was the hottest man she’d ever met. She just…since when did she get off being an exhibitionist?
But thinking too hard about anything with Alex inside her was more than she could handle.
“Yeah, fuck her harder,” the other man—Eli—said, breathing hard. “Come, Alex. Right inside that hot pussy.”
Kennedy stared into Eli’s eyes, which were so dark they looked black. He kissed Alex’s back while Alex’s fangs remained buried in the crook of her neck. What should have hurt didn’t, because her beast demanded the bite…and more.
Alex gradually retracted his fangs and licked her wounds closed. His cock felt more intrusive, larger, as he repeatedly thrust inside her. Then she realized the jerky movements were a result of Eli doing something to Alex. Something sexual.
Eli’s slumberous eyes watched her while he fondled Alex. “My finger’s up his ass, honey. And it makes him so hard. He’s gonna empty inside you again. But it’ll be even better if my cock’s digging into him. Alex likes it a little rough, don’t you, Palmer?”
A glance at Alex showed him overtaken by the animal inside him. And her beast loved it. The dirty talk, the feel of pack growing between them, their acceptance.
“But maybe you’d rather I was fucking you, instead.” Eli stared at her while Alex rammed hard and stilled.
“Oh fuck. Fuck, Eli.” He groaned as he spent. “Take your damn finger away.”
Kennedy writhed on Alex’s dick. Wanting more. Eli’s words triggered a baser need. For a bonding.
“On the bed,” Alex said, his voice hoarse. But he didn’t pull out of her. He walked them both to the bed, then slowly laid her down and withdrew.
He remained erect, and she couldn’t believe he didn’t need a break yet. Couldn’t believe it and couldn’t be more glad of it.
Next to him, Eli took off his clothes. Alex removed all of his.
Both men stared down at her.
Instead of covering up or running away, which the old Kennedy would have done, she spread her thighs and ran her fingers through her wet pussy. The scent of her powerful lover overlying her own musk pleased her tremendously. But the thought that she needed to control her new packmates wouldn’t leave her mind. She’d had Alex. She needed to fit with the other male as well. Sex with Eli would tie them together, and larger numbers in the pack meant safety.
“Her pussy’s mine,” Alex growled.
Eli smiled, and she saw a hint of fang. “Yeah? Maybe she wants a bigger dick, Alex.”
“Oh, you’re a bigger dick all right.”
She’d seen plenty of dominance fights at the labs. But these two just teased each other.
“Well?” Alex asked her. “You okay with Eli being here? He’s pack.” As if that explained it all.
Yet it did…to her beast. Kennedy withdrew to a distant part of her mind, wanting to accept the pleasure and revel in it, not feel guilty for being slutty.
Not slutty. Strong. More males. Worthy mates.
Mates?
No. Her beast didn’t mean mates like that, but it was confused in how to explain it to her. The creatures liked Alex. A lot. In fact, it—she—had decided to keep him. But Eli could help protect her young later when needed. So she had to seal their connection.
Wait. Young?
The wild thing inside her took charge once more, and Kennedy let her. “I…yes.” She finally had the freedom to fulfill a fantasy she’d never in a million years assumed might one day come true. Because fantasies didn’t exist in her structured world. Or at least, they hadn’t.
Eli joined her on the bed and tongued her nipple, then sucked it with deep draws of his mouth. No warning, he was just there. And his mouth was hot.
Alex joined him, feasting on her other breast, and she let out a loud purr, content to have these men to herself. Her needs grew, her arousal manic. “Oh, oh, yes.”
Alex moaned and sucked harder. She felt the scrape of Eli’s teeth on her nipple and arched up, needing more contact.
“Sweet,” Eli said around her flesh. Then he slid up her body and latched onto her mouth. Unlike Alex’s kiss, which had addicted her with a mixture of passion and sweltering affection, Eli’s was pure sex.
He fucked with his lips, sucking and licking his way into her mouth.
Alex shifted, his fingers dragging through the strip of hair covering her mound. She felt his head between her legs, his mouth nuzzling her sex. His tongue swept over her clit, and she jerked at the bliss of his touch.
“Hmm.” Eli continued to kiss her, his hands all over the place. He plucked at her nipples while Alex teased her clit and licked her pussy. He growled into her slick flesh, the vibrations stimulating her to new heights.
He smelled so good. And Eli fit, a part of Alex. Now a part of her.
Alex increased the pressure of his tongue, then teethed her taut nub while Eli rubbed her breasts and plucked her nipples, his kisses stealing her ability to do more than climb toward that orgasm just out of reach.
Alex sucked hard and shoved a finger inside her. She couldn’t help it. Kennedy came hard while Alex growled and lapped her up. She started to come down, then found herself repositioned on the floor, on her hands and knees, her head right there—meeting Eli’s thick cock as he knelt and guided himself to her lips.
“Suck me down, baby. Let me come down your fucking throat.”
He looked like a wet dream come to life, and he smelled luscious. She took him inside her mouth with ease, not questioning how comfortable she felt, or the way she sensed her throat opening, her jaw widening, to accept all of him.
Alex sighed. “That’s so hot. Yeah, Kennedy. Blow him good. Suck him down and get ready for another load.” He put his hands on her ass to brace himself, then she felt him behind her, pushing into her pussy once more.
He felt so much bigger from behind, and he continued to pound into her, not gentle in the slightest. The movement made her take Eli deeper, and he grabbed handfuls of her hair to guide her. He fucked her mouth faster, harder, while Alex kept pounding away.
Then the sneaky Circ reached around to grind fingers against her clit, and she combusted.
She squeezed Alex into another orgasm. Eli groaned and shoved deep, spending down her throat. Salty-sweet, and so satisfying before he pulled away. The energy among them settled like a blanket, trapping them together.
One big happy pack of Circs joined in sex and orgasms.
Finally tired, still panting, she wasn’t sure when Alex suggested another round.
But this time he laid back and let her ride him while Eli came up her ass.
She wanted to say no, but her beast had other ideas. As well as a surprising stamina to keep up with the guys who wanted nothing more than to make a huge mess in her.
And she’d never been happier.
******
Poor Kennedy. Eli lay back on his bed, his hands locked behind his head, while Alex bathed his exhausted lady in the shower.
Man, talk about a fine piece of ass. She was smokin’ hot, had lips from heaven, and had taken both him and Alex enough to tire Eli out. If Alex hadn’t found her first, Eli might have staked a claim.
Yet for all they’d shared each other’s bodies, her beast accepting them both, he sensed a deeper tie between her and Alex. And then there was Alex getting all possessive and that she’s mine bullshit. For all they’d had marathon sex, not once had Eli “been allowed” to come in her pussy. Not that he’d tried, but he found it interesting Alex hadn’t wanted him there. And that Alex seemed…renewed…after being with her.
The team fucked when the need hit, and though it still made Eli a little uncomfortable, he couldn’t deny how damn good it felt.
But he’d never seen Alex react to the others—with the ex
ception of Gideon, but that fucker could make anyone crazy—the way he did to Kennedy Knight.
The chick was sexy and a little savage, apparently exactly what Alex had needed to come back to himself.
Eli didn’t blame Alex for being squirrely the past few months. The poor guy had been grieving. Since they’d escaped from Lang, Alex had been on the go with the team, never allowing himself to deal with the blow of losing his sister. Eli knew that had to hurt. Not that he’d ever been close enough to anyone to mourn their death. But he could imagine.
The shower shut off. The sounds of Alex crooning to Kennedy came loud and clear, and Eli grinned. Mr. Romance was taking care of his honey. Alex at his finest, being a good dude.
The bathroom door opened, and Alex carried a trusting Kennedy to the other bed. He tucked her naked curves under the covers, then sat next to Eli on Eli’s bed.
A glance at the woman showed her exhausted, her eyes closed. Eli heard her heart slow, her breathing easing into a rhythmic pattern.
In a quiet voice, Alex asked, “You good?”
Eli shrugged. “I came about a bazillion times, fucked you silly, and shot into your girl’s skilled mouth. Why wouldn’t I be good?”
Alex just looked at him, and Eli felt his face heat.
“Quit it.”
“What?” Alex raised a brow.
“You know. Analyzing me.”
“Huh?”
Eli sneered. “Please. At least when Gideon does it he’s upfront about ‘counseling’ me. You think you can be all silent and I’ll just spill my guts.” The way he had a few times before. Alex was the calm voice in their storm of wildness. The guy had a handle on what made people tick, and he encouraged sharing. That was the real reason Gideon had made him their company front man. Just looking at the guy made you want to trust him.
Eli glanced over at Kennedy, not wanting her to witness their discussion. But she remained asleep. And damn, but she looked cute all huddled under the covers, her dark-red hair curling around her face and shoulders.
Alex remained silent, waiting. Eli shot off the bed, feeling a measure better when he loomed over his packmate. Because yeah, that’s how he thought of the guys anymore, in terms of his beastly connection.