“You're going to need a lot of discipline in the future. I can tell.” Kisho kissed him. “Morgan, are you really okay with everything? We're mated. For me, there's no going back.”
“I know that.”
“I don't want anyone else the way I want you. But sometimes, the mating heat, it makes it—”
“Kitsu, I understand. We'll take it one step at a time. You're Circ, and by nature of being yours, I kind of am too. I can satisfy the need, baby.”
“You do. You really do.”
“This is still so new. I don't know if I like sharing you. It won't be easy watching you with anyone else, but I know Circs are different. Hell, I just took it from you and Jules. I'll adjust. Just give me some time to have you all to myself, okay?”
Kisho agreed. “I don't want to share you either. I was jealous when Jules touched you, and then it felt right. Your bonding to Jules changed our dynamic. You belong now. Sex among the team increases our ties. Our beasts need it.”
“So do I need to get with the other guys to—”
“No,” Kisho growled. He cleared his throat. “Um, no. Olivia bonded with the others but not with me. Yet my beast knows she's one of us. Jules is the glue that holds us together. So long as he accepts you, the others will. Probably.”
“Tersch.” Morgan didn't need to be a mind reader to know that another problem would be convincing the Viking he belonged.
“He might be an issue. But we can handle him.”
“We. I like that. Well, just so long as I don't have to take it from the Viking. I have a feeling he's a real pain in the ass.”
Kisho started laughing. “Spot-on description. And you really don't want to get on Ava's bad side.”
“Does she have a good one?” Morgan joked and joined in his kitsu's mirth.
They didn't stop laughing for a long time.
Chapter Ten
“Hey, ladies, let's go.”
Jules's gruff voice through the door made Kisho groan. Reality intruded.
He and Morgan had spent the last two hours loving and talking. So much about his mate he hadn't known. Morgan's family intrigued him, especially since Morgan insisted that Kisho would understand everything when he met them. Morgan refused to go into detail about their similarities just yet. According to him, Mrs. Sharpe would indeed kill him if he spilled all the beans so soon.
It just made Kisho that much more curious. He wanted to meet the enigmatic Reynolds family. So many strong psychics in one bloodline. It startled him to realize Morgan was every bit as powerful as he was, but in a different way.
Good mate. Strong. Potent.
His beast was in love with Morgan as much as Kisho was in love with Morgan.
“Don't get your panties in a twist, Mary. We'll be right there,” Morgan yelled back. He muttered to Kisho, “Asshole better not try any of that power-play crap. He's not my boss.”
“Morgan.” Kisho sighed. Well, he knew it would take more than words to soothe the inevitable tensions between two men used to being in charge. Though he was no pushover, Kisho had no problems taking orders. Especially if they came from Morgan. In bed.
“Damn. That is really temping.” Morgan gripped Kisho's erection and squeezed. “But if I take you the way I want to, we'll never leave this room. Besides, I can't have you waving an ass filled with my cum at Jules. He might be too distracted to work if he scents the two of us too strongly.”
Kisho moaned and pressed into Morgan's palm. “Come on. A quick one won't hurt.”
Morgan shook his head, a teasing glint in his dark green eyes. “You sorely need discipline.” He let go and left the bed. “I can't wait till we get home. I have some toys in my closet you're going to love.”
Kisho's cock throbbed at the thought. “Jerk.” Morgan's laughter made him grin.
Half an hour later, they joined Jules in the next room.
“About damned time. Hell, after all the noise I heard, I'm amazed you two can walk straight.”
Kisho flushed, and Jules laughed.
“Leave him alone, Hawkins.” Morgan grinned. “He's adjusting to that open door in his closet.”
“Talk about the proverbial elephant in the room. Kisho, how could we not know you were gay? You never fucked women.”
Kisho frowned. “I like my privacy.”
Morgan snorted. “Yeah, but come on. Guys know things. And since you Circs seem like a pack of dogs, all over each other all the time, they would have noticed.”
“Thanks, I think,” Jules said. “And call me Jules. You want to dick around with Tersch's mind, call him whatever you want. Me, you call Jules.”
“Whatever.”
“Now tell me what the hell is going on.” Jules pointed to one of the monitors. “There's been a lot of activity down there today. They pulled the damn yacht in, right there at the tip of Biscayne by the national park. Delancey is up in arms about some asshole named Pablo.” Morgan tensed. “Pablo Ribeiro?” When Jules nodded, he swore. “Pablo is my inside source. There's no way they could know about him.”
“Well, he did something Delancey's having a hissy over. Look.” Morgan and Kisho watched as a dark-haired man, tied to a chair, sat under a vicious tongue-lashing from a large, brutal-looking man dressed in khakis.
“That's Montaña. See the scar? The sadist is a real problem.” Morgan scowled. “I have to help Pablo. We need to move now. The minute they learn Pablo's not really working for them, we lose them.”
“Fuck. Grab the shit, Hayashi. Let's go.”
Kisho raced back to the other room and grabbed both duffels. He tossed one to Jules.
“What do you plan to do?”
Morgan added, “The yacht has a dozen armed men on board. Mercs with training, not to mention the other dozen or so crewmen. I don't know what experience they have. And then there are the rogue Circs and rumored mutants in the belowdecks.”
“Not a problem,” Jules said. “Most of the crew is gone. Delancey got rid of all but two of them an hour ago, when they stopped by land to grab a handful of women. I counted seven guards. Not sure how many rogues they might have, but I saw three of them and what could have been the mutants, caged and carried off the yacht, get off when the women boarded.”
“A little too inviting,” Morgan murmured.
“What?”
Kisho hefted the duffel over his shoulder and faced his mate. “What are you saying?”
“I'm saying this doesn't feel right.”
Jules shrugged. “We're not going to get a better chance at this. I want Delancey dead.”
“Jules,” Kisho cautioned. “Mrs. Sharpe wants Delancey alive for questioning.” Jules snorted. “She can have Montaña. Delancey's a dead man. He just doesn't know it yet.”
Kisho wondered if he should tell Jules that Delancey did know it. The last vision he'd had had shown Delancey in the grip of a prophetic dream of his own death—at Jules's hands. But if Kisho told, would he affect the outcome in a negative way? Would he help end Delancey's life or further complicate the mess? Either way, he needed to come to a decision, fast.
“Hey, oh great leader,” Morgan drawled, sarcasm evident in his tone. “The last time I ignored a bad feeling, I was nearly blown up. You sure you want to just barge in there beating your chest because you're a tough-ass Circ with a grudge against your old commander?” Jules glared. “Asshole. Okay. Fine then. What do you suggest?” Morgan glanced from the monitor to Jules, then Kisho.
“Whoa. You're really bright right now.” Jules blinked.
“You can see his aura?” Kisho wanted to know.