Dawn Endeavor 1: Fallon's Flame

by Marie Harte

  The sight of such a manly hand around Jesse aroused her, and she squirmed in Gunnar's grip.

  “Her scent's stronger now. Less him and more her. It's really faint, but it's there,” he said to Jules.

  “Good.” Jules smiled, the hint of his fangs there to see. Was it her imagination, or did he look a few inches taller than he normally did?

  She wanted to follow that line of thought, but Jesse's hunger captured her. She couldn't look away, especially not when Jules led him toward her.

  “Suck on her breast,” Jules ordered in a raspy voice, his scent strong, dominant.

  Yet she didn't want him. She wanted the male made for her. The one closing in on her, fighting to protect her, to covet her.

  Jesse closed his mouth over the nipple Gunnar held for him. A thick cock slid between her buttocks, not penetrating but pushing, while Jesse sucked her nipple, bringing her on a shockingly fast climb to orgasm. The incredible situation grew more bizarre when Jules stripped out of his clothes. Fascinated, she watched him masturbate a monstrously large cock, slick with a lubricant she hadn't seen him apply.

  He stepped behind Jesse and pulled him back. “Watch, Olivia. I'm in charge. Your Jesse answers to me; you answer to me.”

  “No.” Oh wow. He looked like he was going to do Jesse right in front of her, and Jesse seemed to want it.

  “Yes,” he hissed, then bent Jesse over the bed right next to her and proceeded to fuck her lover up the ass. “He takes what I give him. This Circ belongs to me.”

  She stared, enraptured by the sight of two handsome alpha males engaged in taboo pleasure. Jules reamed him with dominance in mind; he all but seethed with it. Jesse grunted as he took it, but she could feel his devotion, his acceptance of his leader, for whom he felt such respect.

  Jules slowed and turned them, so that she faced Jesse head-on. So close, she could feel his breath fanning her flesh.

  “Isn't it hot?” Gunnar breathed in her ear. “We normally don't do it this way unless we're changed, but we're making an exception for you. Jules doesn't want to overload you. Seeing the beast might send you screaming,” he teased and toyed with her earlobe.

  His hand continued to knead her breast, while his other, which had caged her ribs, slid down to her mound. “Spread your legs. Let Fallon smell your sweet pussy.” The normal Olivia would have been embarrassed to be in such a situation. But the unreality of the moment, the sheer eroticism before her, awoke something long dormant within.

  She shifted her feet and spread her legs wider, moaning with pleasure when he grazed a finger over her slick clit. He spread her folds and held her wide, exposing her for Jesse.

  Jesse stared at her pussy and licked his lips.

  Jules continued to ram into him. “Suck it, Fallon. Take her need and make it better. Then be prepared to share.” Jules groaned and shuddered, and she watched as he came inside the man she wanted with her last breath.

  She couldn't make much sense of anything anymore. Jesse's lips found her clit, and he sucked hard.

  Gunnar groaned and pulled her back, angling his cock to rest between her thighs, coated with her arousal. He slid back and forth as Jesse continued to eat her.

  And then suddenly they landed in a human sandwich. Gunnar lay beneath her on the bed, while Jesse covered her on top.

  Gunnar shifted and prodded her backside, but before she could protest, he pushed a thick cock into her ass. It should have hurt. That it didn't warned her all was totally off-kilter, especially when the burn paled next to the sheer pleasure of Jesse's mouth over her pussy. He thrust, first one finger, then two, into her channel.

  “Damn, that's sexy,” Jules commented from behind Jesse. “Look at her eyes. She's Circ.

  This changes everything.”

  Olivia didn't care. She wanted Jesse inside her. Now. “Jesse, please.” He didn't stop. The teasing, his arousal and need, stoked her own. She blinked up at him and felt as if she saw him for the first time. His passion flamed around him: colorful, vibrant, so alive. His eyes, his fangs, the beastly part of his nature they referenced, drew her in a way no amount of petting or touching could.

  “I want you inside me.” Not want— need. She ached to feel his seed spreading inside her.

  Had to know that he would join her always. Gunnar helped fill her, but he couldn't sate her desire for Jesse, her mate. She instinctively glanced at Jules, relieved when he nodded his blessing. He radiated approval and lust, waiting for her to make her move.

  She glanced back into Jesse's fiery gaze. My mate. Mine. “Now,” she growled.

  “Oh yeah. Fuck, yes.” Jesse sighed and removed his fingers. He mounted her carefully, stretching her with a delicious burn as he filled her, sliding against the thin layer of flesh keeping him from Gunnar. “So tight. God, I won't last.”

  Gunnar arched under her, his strength a thing of beauty as he flexed inside her. She should have cried out, stretched and bruised from such a large intrusion through her virgin flesh. Yet she didn't feel anything more than pleasure as they took her.

  Time had no meaning as Jesse worked himself deeper, fucking her with more than physical movement, but with a mental penetration that sent him deep into her psyche.

  “So tight. I love this. Can't get enough.” She heard the words clearly inside her head.

  Waves of affection and something more, possession and a claiming, settled over her body and mind, now a part of her she could no longer separate.

  Gunnar's hands held her hips and reached for Jesse's. Jules came forward and stroked Jesse's back. She could feel it. Joining Jesse, she now experienced everything he did, and the magnified desire unleashed a torrent of ecstasy.

  She cried out at the beauty and sheer heat filling her. The utter rapture of belonging took her to another plane entirely.

  Dimly aware of Gunnar grunting as he stiffened and came inside her, of Jules's encouragement as he stood behind Jesse, she centered only on her mate and waited for him to join her.

  “Mine, baby. All mine,” he agreed as he surged one final time and shuddered. Pouring his seed, he didn't stop, coming inside her until his cum spilled over her and onto Gunnar, who shifted and groaned again. He pulsed inside her as Jesse withdrew and milked the rest of his passion over her belly.

  When he finished, he gently kissed her and pulled away, taking her with him. Gunnar left her body, and she moaned as the emptiness returned. Jesse shifted to stand behind her, still caging her with his heat.

  And then Jules was there, kissing her, nipping at her breasts.

  “Accept me, accept him,” Jesse murmured, stroking her hair as Jules laid claim to the body the others had used.

  Soothing warmth filled her as Jesse's leader became hers. Family, friends, brothers, and lovers. Indefinable by mere words, Jesse's relationship with these men would never cease, and Olivia recognized and accepted their importance.

  She relaxed into Jules's hold, allowing him to lay her back down.

  He fit himself inside her, pistoning with greater and greater speed. So thick, so hard. But before he came, he lifted his head and stared down into her eyes. His command unnerved her, and she glanced away, right into Jesse's loving eyes.

  “That's it. Show him your throat,” Jesse said, his voice guttural with need. She saw his clear arousal, his cock once again hard and wet.

  “Good girl,” Jules whispered. His breathing increased, and he pulled out, groaning as he jetted over her belly, leaving a huge mess all over her. Gunnar leaned close and jerked Jules's cock until he was fully spent.

  Then, to her astonishment, both men kissed her and left the room.

  Jesse pulled her to her feet and carried her into the adjoining bathroom. He turned on the shower and kissed her, no words necessary between them.

  At that moment, right then, she understood.

  She'd become one of them. And Jesse was elated. She didn't know how to feel, or even if she could, because the needs that had bound her to three men centered around one man. To her sur
prise, desire bloomed anew.

  They stepped into the shower and started all over again.

  Olivia ignored her doubts and fears. Instead she purred with pleasure as her lover showed her why he deserved her complete surrender.

  * * *

  “Holy shit.” Tersch leaned against the wall outside Jules's door. “They're going at it again.”

  “Mates. A female Circ.” Jules couldn't begin to describe his deep satisfaction with the events that had just unfolded. “You realize what this means?”

  “No wonder the other Circs were so damned possessive about their mates. That woman nearly killed me.” He stroked his now-flaccid cock. “I came so hard in that fine ass, Jules. You don't know.” He groaned when Jules covered his hand.

  “I do know. If she hadn't belonged to Fallon, I would have coated her womb with my seed.

  I think Sharpe somehow knew about this.”

  “No way.”

  “Come on. Even you can't be that dense.”

  Tersch glared.

  “Olivia isn't a linguist. This mission in Brazil should have gone to Doc's men up north.

  Why the hell do you think we have it?”

  “Fuck Circe's Recruits. We're good to go on this. Why should they have all the fun?”

  “Think, Viking. They're solid. All mated, all stable. They'd be in and out of the lab without worrying about a civilian. Do you honestly believe I'd take Olivia with us if Hayashi hadn't seen it? I don't care what Sharpe says. I'd never take an innocent woman into harm's way, no matter how many languages she speaks. We've always made do before. We could function without Olivia on this one.”

  “True,” Tersch said slowly. “So you think Alicia maneuvered this whole thing to see the fireworks between Olivia and Fallon?”

  To Jules's surprise, Tersch sounded worried. “What's wrong? I thought you liked Olivia.”

  “I do.”

  “If I'm right about this, Fallon won't suffer from the mating heat anymore. I don't know about you, but holding it back has been taking its toll.” Tersch nodded. “I didn't want to admit it. Hayashi seems okay.”

  “He's not. He's been having some bad dreams.”

  “That why he's not here today?” Jules looked at him, and Tersch colored. “Oh come on. I know chicks aren't his thing. But he'd be here for Fallon if needed.”

  “I know. But he wasn't needed. Olivia submitted to me. She now knows her place.” Tersch frowned. “So why was I there?”

  Jules had him by the throat in seconds. He ignored the Viking's gasp. “So you know your place. Olivia belongs to Fallon. You play with her when he says so. Not on your own,” Jules growled to make certain Tersch understood the warning. The large male had a problem with anger, which occasionally led to problems with authority. With a squad as small as theirs, Jules's leadership stood out, but the remaining three members played on an equal field. Sometimes Tersch forgot that fact and tried to take over.

  “Shit, Jules. I get it,” he rasped. “Can I have my throat back?” Jules let him go. “Just think. If Sharpe did this, she might be able to find women for the rest of us.”

  “Except for Hayashi,” Tersch grumbled.

  Jules narrowed in on the anxiety he could see around the large Circ. “What's wrong?”

  “Nothing. Just don't expect me to be thankful for trouble I don't need. I don't want a mate.

  I'm happy with the way things are.”

  “You like being fucked up the ass?” Jules asked drily.

  Tersch flushed. “Hell, most of the time, I'm the one doing the fucking. You're the only one who demands I bend over for you.”

  “So maybe you and Kisho—”

  “Fuck you.” Tersch scowled.

  Jules grinned. “I didn't think so. But sex with normal women doesn't scratch the itch, my friend. You need more. And the mating heat won't get any better. The other Circs thought it might help finding females. But you've seen how jealous they get about sharing their mates. Hell, you saw how Fallon challenged me for the woman. Olivia's bound to him and him alone.” He couldn't help feeling glad for Fallon, but a part of him hungered for a mate to call his own.

  “Maybe. Even in the old days, Fallon had a thing for threesomes.” Tersch's sly grin returned, and Jules's unease vanished. “I have a feeling his Olivia may just be into some kink.

  Woman liked me inside her while homeboy rode her. I'll give them some time, then try again later.”

  He left and disappeared into his own room.

  Jules stood naked in the hallway, knowing he needed to talk to Mrs. Sharpe again. The woman could deny it all she wanted, but his gut told him Fallon had her to thank for Olivia. The question then remained: What would Olivia say when she understood her new place in their Circ-ordered world? And how could they risk a precious female on a mission that had the potential to go so very, very wrong?

  Chapter Eight

  Four days later

  Olivia stared out at the blue sky from beneath the brim of her straw hat. The yellow bikini she wore had more material than that which most of the women wore as they lay scattered around the hotel pool overlooking the ocean. The resort had to be hell on the government's budget, but far be it from her to complain. While she sipped a rum cocktail from a decorative coconut, she basked in the sun. Or at least she tried to.

  “Don't move an inch from Hayashi, you got me?” Jesse leaned down to take the drink from her and kissed her full on the mouth. Just as high-handed as he'd been for the last few days.

  Much as she wanted to ignore him in hopes he'd go away, her body betrayed her. She reached up and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss. He wanted her. His mind and body throbbed with need, and it took Hayashi next to her, clearing his throat, to remind her they were in public.

  Jesse pulled away and shoved her drink back into her hand. “That's right, Olivia. You're mine. Don't let any of the other dickheads around here forget it.” He had the nerve to scowl at Hayashi, then practically growled at a pair of men watching on her left and stalked away.

  To her chagrin, the men who'd been looking at her quickly departed the area.

  So much for a blissful interlude before they had to meet with their contact tomorrow.

  Hayashi chuckled. “Relax, Olivia. If you think about it, Fallon's jealousy works to our advantage. Who would think we're here for another reason when your bull of a boyfriend is making such a scene?”

  “Yeah, right.” She fanned herself, still hungering for the mate— man, she told herself—she couldn't get out of her head. “Good cover, sure.” She promised herself then and there to make the most of her poolside visit. Who knew how much longer she'd have to linger, pretending she had nothing at all but tan lines to worry about?

  The mission aside, Jesse now seemed to think she belonged to him, like a pet or a thing. As if a woman could be something to own. Gunnar and Jules were just as bad with their comments and expectations. As if she should roll over and beg for Jesse's permission to leave the house, talk to her family, or go to the movies. And Jules seemed to consider himself lord of all. She frowned. Lately the only member of the Circ team she could tolerate for any length of time lay next to her in his own chair.

  “Kisho, I still don't understand.”

  They sat close enough to talk without being overheard by others, grouped in private around the pool.

  “What's that?” he asked, his husky voice mirroring the tiredness weighing him down.

  Concerned, she'd tried to convince him to confide in her, but he refused to admit anything was wrong. So she'd try another angle and maybe get some information in the process.

  “How can anyone think I'm a you-know-what?” A Circ.

  He sighed. “It's not a matter of thinking but knowing. We have a certain scent, a feel about us. Haven't you experienced it? Jesse's is a lot like mint. Mine's cinnamon, Tersch's is cedar.

  Jules's comes and goes, but he's normally pretty vanilla, which is ironic, considering what he's into.”

  He didn't grin, b
ut she sensed his amusement.

  “But I'm not. I'd know it, wouldn't I?” But hadn't she listened to an inner wildness lately?

  Since meeting Jesse and the others, her thoughts had seemed more primitive, basic yet incredibly complex.

  Kisho shrugged. His suit sat low on his hips, and his skin retained a healthy glow that attracted more than his share of admirers, though he didn't seem to notice. “I know how I became what I am. All of us voluntarily underwent the experimental treatment, though I can assure you, we had no idea we'd turn out the way we did.” He sat up and leaned closer to her, his presence both assuring and disturbing.

  Not Kisho. Jesse. I want Jesse, something growled deep inside her.

  He eyed her knowingly. “You get used to it. I like to think of my inner beast as my id, that part of me that knows instinctively what's best for me. You have yet to see the truth behind the myth, Olivia. It's not just a mental transformation but a physical one.” She swallowed. “I saw the fangs, the claws. I think Jesse's skin turns darker too.”

  “There's more. I thought Jesse should show you before we left, but Jules wants you to get used to your place—ah, to try to get used to us first. All these changes at once can be overwhelming.”

  Her place. Every time she heard that phrase, she wanted to hit someone. I haven't worked my ass off my entire life to be subservient to some man. “But I'm not one of you. I don't belong.” As much as I might want to. If Jesse would listen to me instead of demanding I accept things, we might come to an understanding.

  He now seemed to think they were an item. Sure, the hot sex meant more to her than just a physical pleasure, but come on. She barely knew him. One whole week of mission talk and some kinky sex and he was spouting about forever? Every time she heard the f word she panicked, because instinct kept telling her she'd never shake free of him. That she shouldn't want to.