“I know.” He swelled with satisfaction. “But I'm not like the others, honey. Your uncle likes me.”
“What?” She pulled back to blink at him. “You met Uncle Jaime?”
“He and your aunt are staying in town. I invited them here for our engagement party.” He glanced at the ring again. “Now you have to say yes or I'll look stupid.”
“But…you…really?” Her wide smile captured his heart.
“I love you, Olivia Lynn. Eu te amo, meu coração.” I love you, my heart. “Jaime taught me that.”
She kissed him, a real kiss full of desire, of love, that he shared wholeheartedly.
“Oh, man, you really do love me,” he said with a grin, loving the intimacy of unspoken trust she gave him by literally sharing her feelings. Her lowered shields invited him to look, and he heard her say it while she showed him.
“I love you so much, it hurts.”
He groaned. “It really does. I've been going crazy giving you space. Now I need you, baby.
I need to come inside you, right now.”
She pushed him back until he sat on the bed. But he stopped her. “No. I want another kiss.” Before she could ask what exactly he meant, he pulled her onto the bed and forced her to stand over him, her pussy level with his mouth. He slid his fingers between her folds and kissed her there, caught in the spell of her wet heat.
He licked and played, overjoyed to discover her dripping with lust. His mate wanted him just as much as he needed her. Shoving a finger inside her, he hooked the digit to press into her sweet spot, knowing just where she liked it.
She keened and gyrated against his mouth, her arousal furthering his. He ached to spill inside her, his slit slick with excitement. And still he feasted, wanting to feel her pulse around him when he entered her.
“Yes, Jesse. Yes, baby, I need you so much,” she cried as he added a finger to her anus.
Pushing into that tight rim, he stuffed his mate, loving her passion. “You're mine,” her beast acknowledged as she gripped his hair and came.
He let her go and slammed her over his cock. He groaned at the contact; she shrieked.
Clenching him like a vise, she didn't let him go three thrusts before he exploded inside her.
“Oh yeah, oh yeah,” he chanted as he crested his peak way too quickly. Taking the edge off, he stilled her shifting hips and waited for the familiar lust to build once more. “You know, this mating heat you're starting, it's going to get the others just as hard.”
She blinked up at him with a lazy smile. Leaning in, she kissed him leisurely, slipping her tongue inside his mouth with a whisper-light caress.
He groaned and cupped her ass, causing her to lift and lower in succession over him as he grew to life once more within her.
“I don't mind a little company if you don't. But only if I get to watch you get fucked this time.”
Hearing her talk like that amped him up again. “Baby, whatever you want. You're so fucking hot, I'd take it any way I could get it if it meant a lifetime with you.” Long, sharp fingernails pierced his shoulders while she rode him. “A lifetime, hmm. Not enough. Forever,” she said and nipped his earlobe. “And I have a confession to make. While you raided my house, I raided your room. And I have a bone to pick with you about your porn collection.”
“But, baby, they were holding me over for you.”
She laughed, then groaned when he slammed her down particularly hard. “Fine, but don't think I'm going to cater to your girl-on-girl fantasies.”
“Hell,” he said thickly. “Just your guy-on-guy ones, is that it?”
“Yeah.” She sighed and kissed him again. “My guy on guy. But, Jesse, I'm not going to share you with anyone else. You even think of another woman like that, and you'll pay.” He loved the beast growling at him from within her mind. Her ferocity increased his ardor, and he quickened her pace over him. “Promise you'll make me pay? I think Hayashi has some ropes he stashes in his room. And maybe some paddles?” She moaned and kissed him again as she rippled around him. He jetted into her, hearing the love she shouted on their shared, psychic plane. “Mine, all mine.”
“Forever,” he agreed. “Not a moment less.”
Kisho Hayashi tried to bury his head beneath his pillow. Damned Fallon and Olivia made too much noise. And the scent of their need didn't just stop because a door closed or a wall stood between them. He knew he shouldn't have poured his heart and soul into that poetry for Fallon.
Now, because of his love letters, he had to deal with the frustration of his friend's never-ending lust. He grinned, despite his annoyance. Finally an end to Fallon's miserable pouting. Talk about a guy who had it bad for a woman.
An image of emerald green eyes and dark brown hair filled his mind's eye. Firm lips, broad shoulders, a narrow waist…
He groaned and rolled over onto his erection, wishing he could just will the damned thing away. He had no doubt Tersch and Jules would soon feel the same sexual frustration. No Circ could withstand the physical scent of a mating as intense as the one between Olivia and Fallon.
And the psychic waves of lust fanning out from Olivia's room only made it worse.
None of it helped his own damned hungers.
All this mating put him in mind of the one person he wanted nothing to do with. The same person responsible for saving his ass from Montaña's men if he could believe his hazy dreams.
Kisho sat up, threw on a pair of sweats, and sneaked out of his room. He heard Tersch and Jules approaching but needed a moment to himself. Though he'd spent the better part of the week in his bedroom, most of it had been spent sleeping while his body recovered. He'd toyed with pain as pleasure before, but the sheer hurt from the drop off that building had shattered his nerve.
He never wanted to feel that vulnerable again.
Lying there while Montaña's men laughed and kicked him had reminded him all too much of what he'd left behind so long ago. He wasn't a lost boy anymore. Circs had strength, power, and in his case, a rare ability to circumvent failure.
Too bad he couldn't see much about his own future, only that prick who refused to leave his dreams.
He skirted Ava and Mrs. Sharpe arguing, no surprise there. After leaving the house, he also avoided Jack and Melissa showing some skin in the middle of the heated gazebo beyond the garden. Just what he didn't need, the sight of more bared flesh.
He only wished it were Melissa who turned him on, not the thought of a naked Jack.
Though Circs were genetically disposed to bisexuality, needing sex with their own kind regardless of gender, Kisho knew his team only consented to touching one another because they had to, not because they wanted to. Sure, Tersch and Fallon liked fucking him. Jules loved his blowjobs. But when human and in control of their lusts, they never looked twice at Kisho.
Not that Kisho wanted them to, but it would have been nice to know he wasn't the only deviant on the team. His years spent in the navy had solidified his ties with the squad. They judiciously held to the “don't ask, don't tell” rule. But he'd never flaunted his differences, maintaining his privacy. For all the team had known back then, he had a different woman in every port.
Becoming Circ had certainly made them all tighter, but Kisho couldn't let himself completely go. He'd spent too many years on his own, too much time defending himself to the people who should have loved him, regardless of who or what he was. He couldn't afford to open himself up to the guys, no matter how much he might want to. Chancing a rejection from the only people he had left in the world was not an option. He'd kill for them, he'd die defending them, but he'd never give them a chance to turn away from him; he couldn't live with that.