He and Jules shared a look and smiled. “Or something.” Fallon withdrew from his mate and turned her onto her hands and knees. He couldn't keep himself from biting her shoulder and nudging her ass with his erection.
She only moaned when his fangs pierced her flesh, but as he sucked a drop of her blood into his mouth, the scent of cherries saturated the area.
“I think your female wants it,” Jules said. “How do you want it, Olivia?” She trembled, and to Fallon's surprise took his hand and placed it over one full breast.
Fallon molded over her, cupping that perfect tit in his hand, and squeezed.
“Hmm. Yes, harder. Like that.”
“You want this in that ass or your mouth?” Jules asked, holding himself for her.
“My ass, while I swallow my lover's cum.”
They didn't waste any time. Fallon couldn't wait to feel her mouth over him again, and Jules wanted to sink inside a willing female.
Olivia tried to take charge, but Jules slapped her ass hard.
“Wait, woman. Let me first—Ah.” He moaned as he pried her ass cheeks apart and slid slowly inside her. “Oh fuck. This won't last long at all.” Fallon watched as Jules fucked his mate. The jealousy he'd thought to feel didn't form.
Instead his desire rose as he saw Olivia rock with every hard thrust. “That's hot. So sexy,” he rasped and joined them. On his knees, he guided himself to her mouth.
He didn't have long to wait. She opened her lips and took him to the back of her throat.
Purring, his mate licked and bit and sucked until he couldn't stop himself from plunging in and out of her mouth.
At first passive, then actively controlling the minx as she enraged his lust to an all-new level, Fallon quickly neared his end.
Jules raked his nails over her ass as he worked toward orgasm. “Yes, that's it, Olivia. Take it all.” He groaned and stilled, coming in heaving gasps.
The sight of his mate taking his friend pushed Fallon past his limits. “Swallow me, baby.
That's so good.” He poured into her mouth, pulsing jets of cum down her throat. The scent of his need entwined with hers.
“Touch her, Jules.”
Jules nodded and reached under her. “She's going to go over fast. I can see it.” In her aura, he meant. “Let's pinch that tight bud, sweetheart.”
She sucked harder on Fallon, who came again, painfully hard, and moaned around his cock.
“Oh yeah, so tight. Yes,” Jules hissed and squeezed his eyes shut.
He pushed into her again and held while she bucked and twisted between them, lost in her own rapture.
Their beasts finally sated, both men withdrew from Olivia. Fallon caught her before she landed face-first on the ground. Concerned, he relaxed when she sighed against his chest and fell asleep.
“God, you're lucky,” Jules said with a sigh. “She's good, Fallon. Too good for half measures.”
“What the hell does that mean?”
Jules groaned. “That means you'd better propose. Soon as we get back, go get a ring, you dumb bastard, and make it right. She's not the type of woman who'll settle for less.”
“I—Yeah, well, I—” He loved the woman, didn't he? So why did the thought of marriage scare the hell out of him? It wasn't that he hadn't thought about it. But he'd never expected to find a woman who could handle him.
“Your auras are the same.”
“They are?”
“Yeah, both violet, just like the pricks up north in love with their bossy mates.” Jules grinned. He'd never admit it to the Circs in Jersey, but Fallon knew he respected the hell out of them.
“In love with their bossy mates.”
“Christ, I never said anything about love.” Yet as he held his mate, Fallon's heart felt full, warm, and protected by this woman who belonged with him.
“You don't have to say it—well, not to me. But you're going to have to tell her eventually.” Was what he felt love? “The same color, you said?”
“Yep. Both violet, the shade of amour.” Jules grinned. “Now let's get you and the Mrs. to the safe house. She's had a really hard day.” He laughed at his pun. “And God knows I have.”
“Ass.” Fallon grinned back at him. “A ring, huh? I'm not sure she'll say yes.”
“No, she'll make you work for it. The good ones always do.” Fallon carried her with him behind Jules, lost in fantasies of the future. Rings and wives and babies. “I can do all that,” he murmured, content and more than pleased at thoughts of keeping her forever. “But no picket fence. I've got to draw the line somewhere.”
“Well, what do we do now?” Olivia asked, frustrated, tired, and more than a little pissed off. Jules's and Jesse's assurances had eased her worries. They'd find the safe house and then fly the hell out of Dodge. No such luck.
Apparently mutants and rogue Circs weren't enough for the bad guys. Montaña's men had raided the safe house before they arrived—and how the hell did he know about that?—and organized into search teams to find them. Luckily Kisho and Gunnar had evaded capture. They had all managed to group back together and were now traveling through the thick vegetation of the Amazon.
In the process of avoiding detection in the rain forest, they'd captured one man. Jesse had raided his mind and shared with her the contents of what he'd found. Nothing good, not that she'd suspected otherwise.
According to their captured guard, Colonel Montaña had issued orders to bring her directly to him, unharmed. Jules, Jesse, and the others wouldn't be so lucky. Montaña wanted them brought in dead or alive.
“Now we try to find that damned entrance Gatito wrote about,” Jules rumbled and clutched the papers Gatito had handed Olivia earlier. Thank God, in all the turmoil, they hadn't been lost.
“You said he stashed documents there that can corroborate the participation of not only Colonel Montaña, but the head honcho as well?”
“That's what he told me,” Olivia corroborated. “If he hadn't been so unnerved by all of Montaña's men around town, he would have brought the actual proof with him.”
“Best that he didn't, considering he's dead,” Jules said with a bluntness she appreciated.
They didn't have time to sugarcoat the situation. He walked ahead, his muscles bunching and stretching, calling attention to his darkened skin and thick muscles. Immediately her gaze sought Jesse.
He watched her without blinking. Always keeping an eye on me. So I don't run away or to protect me? she wondered with a burst of surprising humor. Kisho and Gunnar came up behind him and waited for her to follow Jules. She continued walking.
The five of them remained in Circ form, moving faster and quieter with enhanced reflexes in such powerful bodies.
It took some getting used to, but Olivia was starting to appreciate some aspects of her
“beast,” as Jesse called it. The ability to walk for miles without tiring and without suffering from bug bites had its upside. She wasn't yet totally comfortable without clothes on, but the others tried to make her feel less awkward. For the most part, they didn't look at her.
She experienced twinges of self-awareness when she'd catch one of the men staring at her naked form, but otherwise the group moved through the jungle without incident.
The wildness inside Olivia thrived in the hot, humid atmosphere. No laws, no people. Just animals, plants, and her pack.
“Not pack, teammates,” she muttered, trying to find a way to keep that burgeoning, other awareness, from penetrating.
“What's that?” Jesse asked. He loped right next to her and hugged her to him, bringing with him that delicious scent that turned her on like a switch. They slowed, and she huddled into the security of his larger frame. He made her feel so safe, so protected and cared for.