He couldn't wait.
“Fuck. Hold on,” Jules grumbled, no doubt smelling the heady scent of lust and mint mingling with cherries on the air. “We've been walking for hours. The safe house is another mile east, but I have a feeling you two won't make it that far. And who can blame you? A prime Circ female. Have at it, Fallon, but don't think I'm not going to watch or taste some of her when you're done.”
“I'll share. After I've had my fill,” Fallon growled, healing at a remarkable rate. Funny what lust could do for his beast, a sexual creature at heart.
The scent of cherries intensified. Olivia had picked up on his desire and mirrored it.
Jules pushed past the next tree and stopped in the small, enclosed, grassy field. He set Fallon down and sat back against a thick palm. Spreading his feet wide on the ground, he gripped himself and waited.
Olivia hesitated.
“Come, mate. It's time.” Time to claim the beast.
“I…ah…I don't know.” Her humanity had a hell of bad timing, reappearing right now.
Fallon didn't intend to allow it. Time the female knew her place. For days she'd fought him on one thing after another, striving to maintain an independence no longer possible for a Circ. As much as he respected her intelligence, the woman didn't seem to be firing on all faculties.
Circs had a pack mentality. Together, they thrived; alone, they turned rogue or worse. His beast had already claimed the woman. Now he needed her beast.
“I know. Come here.”
She frowned.
“I said come here,” he said again, his voice low, and projected his scent.
Her nostrils flared, and her eyes narrowed. Fallon glanced at Jules; he was transfixed by the byplay.
Olivia took a step, then another and another, toward him. Her nipples puckered, and the sweet perfume of her lust smacked him hard.
“Oh yeah. That's it, baby. Bring me my pussy. Open for me. I need a taste.” She lay on the ground and spread her thighs wide, giving him an intimate look at her flushed sex. Her clit was full, and he salivated at the sight.
“Tell me you need me. Tell me you want it.”
Olivia licked her lips, the hint of her fangs a clear tease. A part of him wanted to bite her, to mark her, and to feel her mark him.
“I want it,” she growled low. “I want you.”
“Mate. I want you, mate.”
“Jesse, please.”
He stood over her, holding out his dick, which had grown harder than the rocks beside them. “Say it.”
“I want you, mate. Please.”
He lowered and settled between her thighs.
“She smells so good, so ready,” Jules murmured, intent.
“She is. My pussy is wet,” Fallon rasped and buried his face between her legs. He licked and sucked, entranced with this spicy part of her he'd only hoped to experience.
She cried out and grasped his head, pumping her hips against his mouth.
He grazed her clit with his fangs and drank her honeyed cream, wanting nothing more than to sink inside her. He hurt, needing to unload his swelling balls, to fill her with his seed.
“Love me.”
He heard the whisper, wanting badly to follow it back, but he didn't want to scare her. This was the first time she'd initiated contact since learning she was Circ.
“Please, Jesse. Love me,” she begged.
“Yes, baby. I will. I do,” he admitted, aware he meant much more than anything physical.
Chemically, physically, he and Olivia were a perfect match. Her tits fit into his hands, even as large as her breasts now were. He held her as he ate her, pinching her nipples until they stabbed into the air.
He wanted to feel them in his mouth, so he let her go and covered her. His cock was slick with need, but he kept the tip of himself at her entrance and grazed her clit as he feasted on her breasts.
“You're big, Olivia. So sweet. Look at your nipples, hard for me.” He sucked one into his mouth and bit gently, ecstatic when she writhed and begged him to fuck her. Her descent into frank language turned him on like nothing else, because he knew she'd lost control.
He made her crazed. Not Jules or Tersch, not some Circ hormone. But Jesse. Him.
“I want to feel that cock inside me. Please, Jesse. Fuck me hard. Come inside me, all over me. My mouth, my ass. Everything you want,” she rasped and twisted underneath him, rubbing his cockhead against her clit. She thrust up, and he slid an inch inside her.
“This what you want?” he growled, giving her just his tip.
She cried out and bucked, but he wouldn't be rushed.
“Yes, yes! More.”
“I want more, mate.” He wanted the stubborn woman to acknowledge her importance in his life. He knew she had thoughts of slipping back into her regular life away from him, and his beast—and the man—found the notion unacceptable. Fallon wouldn't let her go. Not ever. He couldn't. Just the thought of it frustrated and saddened him and made him want to lash out in a fury.
She stilled. “What's wrong?”
Panting, he pulled out of her completely and glared down at her. “You're not leaving me, ever. You're mine, dammit. My mate, my woman.” He shoved her legs apart and speared her with one swift, hard thrust.
Crying out, she arched against him. Beyond them, Jules groaned.
“You belong to me, and you know it.”
“Yes, yes,” she mumbled, clutching his hips and gouging his flesh as he fucked her.
“You're family, Olivia. You'll carry my children, bear my burdens, as I'll bear yours.” He pistoned, undone, as he unloaded not just his seed but his fears and hopes and dreams inside her.
“I can't live without you, baby. You can't leave me. Not when you'll take my happiness with you when you go.”
He came inside her too quickly, caught in the warm hold of her tight pussy. Shuddering, he continued to admit a truth he could no longer deny. “We belong together. Feel me. Reach out and feel me, dammit.”
He opened himself fully, waiting for her psychic touch.
But she didn't reach out to him with her mind. Instead she angled her hips and mewled her satisfaction as she climaxed. And the grip on his cock stirred him to come again.
“Ah yes, shit,” he swore, pumping and unable to stop. “Come on, baby. Feel me.”
“I—Oh, Jesse.” She screamed and clenched around him. “So good. So good.” She shivered on the ground, caught in lust and something else, something he touched with his mind.
To his astonishment, the normal boundaries shielding her mind weren't there. As he pulsed inside her, he read the fears and worries she had about him, about being Circ, about her future.
She wanted so very badly to believe in him, but she'd been burned before.
Her hesitation made sense. As much as he wanted to push her into trusting him, he knew he needed time to build their connection. That, he could and would enforce.
“You're not leaving me. Say it.”
“So bossy,” she said with a breathless, sexy voice. “I'm not leaving you.”
“Good.” He ground against her and savored her telling reaction.
“Fuck, I'm done waiting.”
Fallon glanced over at Jules, surprised he'd forgotten all about his leader. Now, however, feeling Jules's heavy stare, his cock stirred to life once more.
“On her knees, I think.” Jules stood, his dick thick and shiny. Totally aroused.
“God, I want you both again. What's wrong with me?” Olivia asked dreamily. “I'm in heat or something.”