When Hale would have reached up to touch McKinley, the Circ caught his hands and pinned them to the floor above his head. It was the most erotic thing he'd ever experienced. With Roane he willingly submitted. McKinley forced him to acknowledge his place. The beast accepted him without pause, even as Hale struggled to come to grips with what sex with McKinley might mean. He tugged at his hands, but McKinley tightened his grip.
“McKinley, dammit, let go.”
“No,” he breathed. “God, you feel so good. I'm burning up. Never felt…like…this.”
Hale stared at him in surprise. “Not even with Paige?” he rasped, forcing himself not to turn and bare his neck, to feel the male's hot breath over his skin and throat.
“Afraid…to hurt her. No sex.” McKinley moaned and suctioned his mouth to Hale's throat.
The pleasure was more than Hale could bear. To his astonishment, his dick swelled, then pulsed under McKinley. He cried out as he came hard and long without wanting to.
McKinley sucked harder, then let go. He lifted his head, and Hale saw drops of his own blood clinging to the male's lips. “You taste so good,” the Circ said thickly, then plastered his mouth to Hale's. The kiss was rough and dominating, and so damned right that Hale sighed into McKinley's mouth. My surrender is yours.
McKinley froze and pulled away, his beast no doubt sensing his triumph. He stared down at Hale, and whatever he saw must have satisfied him. He quickly backed away and stood, stripping off the rest of his clothing. In seconds, he knelt over Hale with that enormous, slick cock.
“Finally. Gonna take what I really need,” McKinley growled. “Give you what you need. Spread your legs.”
Hale regarded him with a hint of challenge, knowing what his mate— this male, he corrected his beast—really needed.
McKinley swore and knelt between his thighs. “Little bastard. You know you're mine. I said spread your fucking legs.” Not giving Hale a chance to disobey again, he put his hands on Hale's thighs and moved them himself. In the process, he slid his hands over Hale's seed. On a groan, he lowered his head to Hale's cock and took a good, hard lick. Then he sucked Hale's dick into his mouth until he had Hale hard and willing once more.
Need to come again, to mark my mate. Mine. Mine and hers, his beast growled.
McKinley wouldn't let him climax. He let go of Hale's cock and leaned over him.
“Now, you're going to accept me, aren't you, Hale?” Hale couldn't refuse, though he wanted to. He groaned as McKinley positioned himself between his legs. Moving Hale's legs over his shoulders, McKinley prodded for entrance and slowly pushed himself inside. Even changed, Hale felt the intrusion burn through his ass. But the need only grew.
“Yes,” McKinley moaned, his eyes wild as his scent filled the room. “God, yes.” He sank his entire length, then began pumping. “Can't stop. Can’t stop,” he breathed as he pistoned like a madman, seeking that respite only a Circ could give him. Fire blazed in his eyes as he stared down at Hale, locked in a lover's rough embrace.
Hale accepted the stronger male's taking, the discomfort only heightening his pleasure each time McKinley fucked him harder. “Mark me,” he whispered.
“I will. Shit, ah.” McKinley moaned and stilled as the scent of cum filled the air.
After a moment, he continued to move, sliding in and out of Hale's ass with an ecstatic expression on his face.
Hale had never seen a man so beautiful, so raw. McKinley's orgasm made his dick ache. He was just as hard as before, needing to come. To mark my mate.
When McKinley finally allowed Hale to lower his legs again, Hale groaned and tried to reach for his cock, needing relief.
“No. Mine.” McKinley withdrew from Hale's ass and swallowed Hale's cock to the back of his throat.
Arching into that hot, wet mouth, Hale tried to fuck as deeply as he could. Then McKinley's tongue stroked him, licking away, increasing his pleasure. A finger prodded his ass, this time shoving deep to brush against his prostate.
Hale cried out as he came, shuddering when McKinley massaged his balls with an expertise that shocked him. The giant Circ was the best fuck Hale had ever had, and he'd topped Hale with little effort.
Instead of feeling dominated and taken, Hale felt at peace.
Glancing down at the male still licking him clean, his beast found a kinship with McKinley's wild side. Solid, warm contentment settled over him, and he reached for McKinley without thinking about it. Giving in to his beast, Hale rolled the male onto his back and stretched out over him like a blanket.
He lay there, listening to McKinley's racing heart. Content to lie there forever, it was a moment before he realized McKinley's arms had circled his body, and that he'd changed back without thought.
Sighing at the perfect moment, Hale rubbed his cheek against McKinley's chest and closed his eyes, trying to keep the rest of the world at bay. The PPA, Pearson Labs, McKinley's part in working for the enemy, Paige… At thoughts of his missing mate, Hale's beast woke and demanded they find her. Get our female. Tie her to us. Bring her here. Need to fill her with seed.
“Shit, not now.”
“Huh? Problem?” McKinley sounded less than concerned, his voice thick, as if he teetered on the verge of sleep.
When Hale made to rise, McKinley wrapped his arms around his waist and tightened his grip. Hale's cock brushed his new lover's, and he groaned at the answering heat between them. Damn, but this joining had been as hot as his turn with Paige, which brought into question how she'd react to this news.
As much as Roane might advise Hale to go with his dreams and instincts, Hale knew none of them were ready for McKinley, including him. He didn't know if he could trust the male, but he did know Paige loved him. The jealousy that should have been there at that thought didn't come, and Hale worried even more. Because he wanted Paige to see them. He wanted Paige to join them. Right here. Right now. Paige and McKinley and Hale. What a mess.
McKinley could only lay there, staring at the ceiling in shock. His arms had moved of their own accord, his beast not willing to let Rogers— Hale—escape. This was what he'd been missing. This complete and total sense of inner peace. His and Hale's scents had merged, and now a pleasant aroma of vanilla and evergreen lay over the room. The only thing missing from this scenario was Paige.
He stroked Hale's back, surprised and overjoyed that the man didn't try to leave again. If anything, he moved his ear closer to McKinley's heart. A rumbling moved through Hale into him. Dear God, he—they—were purring. He'd heard about a few instances of such in the labs, but he hadn't believed it to be true. Circs purred when content, and most of the rogues in Pearson Labs were anything but.
Hale sighed, his breath stirring McKinley's left nipple into a hard nub. Though the desperation to claim Hale had faded, his arousal seemed to be rousing again. Amazed that instead of an aching lust, he felt a sense of pride and tenderness toward Hale, once again smaller than himself. McKinley didn't know what to think.
“We need to talk,” Hale murmured. His palm drifted over McKinley's broad chest, and he toyed with one taut nipple.
Heat streaked through him. “So talk. And move your hand, while you're at it,” he grumbled. Unless you want another load in that fine ass.
“Sorry.” Hale removed his hand as if burned. On a sigh, he tried to slide away.
“It's okay. Stay.” He hoped Hale wasn't looking at his face, because it felt hot.
Embarrassed that he wanted to maintain contact, McKinley wasn't sure how to act.