He closed his eyes and turned his head, exposing his throat.
“Good.” Jules nodded Sheridan to the bed and yanked Tersch forward. To Sheridan, he ordered, “Lie down and spread your legs.” She grinned, exposing her canines. But before she moved to the bed, she turned and kissed him. Jules lost his grip on Tersch, his entire focus on Sheridan.
When she broke away and sauntered to the bed, he panted, watching her with a combination of love and lust he could almost see, as if the world took on a violet hue to match what he felt.
Tersch hadn't moved. “Fuck. She's yours. I get it. I really get it,” Tersch said in amazement. “Can you smell it? Her beast, it's yours. Like Hayashi and Morgan, man. She pulled a part of you into her. I think she's Circ because of you.” Jules considered his explanation, which made a weird kind of sense. Sheridan had admitted she wasn't Circ, yet she'd adapted to suit him. An exchange of energy, thanks to her ability to heal?
“Olivia doesn't smell like Fallon. She smells claimed by Fallon,” Tersch grumbled in a low voice, leaning closer to Jules as they watched Sheridan's toned legs spread wider on the bed. “Such a wet pussy, Jules. Your mate is smokin'.”
“Yeah, she is. But be gentle. She's a part of me, Gunnar.” And she’s carrying a part of me. He whispered what he suspected to Tersch.
“Damn. First Fallon, now you?” Tersch smiled with visible pleasure before he replaced it with a mock frown. “I ain't changing diapers.” Jules shoved him forward. “Change. Slowly. I want Sheridan to watch you do it.” To Sheridan he said, “Watch, baby. Tersch is going to show you all of him. He's your protector now too. Never be afraid of him.”
“Jules, I don't want to scare her, but—”
Jules came up behind him, hugged Tersch's back to his front, and bit him hard on his shoulder.
Tersch swore as Jules marked him, showing him where he belonged. The pain spiked Tersch's arousal, and to Jules's pleased surprise, his mate's as well.
“She likes my dominance,” he murmured before focusing his attention on Sheridan again. “Show us how much you like my Viking, baby. Let me see that cream.” Jules rubbed his massive cock against Tersch's ass, sliding between his cheeks.
Over Tersch's shoulder, he saw his mate slide her finger inside herself.
“Oh yeah. More,” Tersch pressed back against Jules, humping Jules's shaft.
“Not yet. Not until you do what I told you to. Change, you bastard. We do this my way,” Jules growled.
Tersch moaned and began to change.
“See, baby? You're exciting our friend. Tersch is big, bigger than me. And when he's gone berserker, he's a monster. But he's our monster.” He nudged Tersch's ass and was pleased to scent the Circ's thickening arousal, the strong smell of cedar and musk wrapping around them.
Sheridan moaned. “You smell good. Both of you.” She played with her taut clit, excited and not hiding it.
“Watch this.” Tersch preened, his beast showing off for his leader's mate. Jules felt the subtle growth that turned his friend into a behemoth Circ of muscle and flesh and bone.
Tersch's skin turned darker, and his skin cells enlarged and overlapped like scales. The long, thick mane of his blond hair turned almost white. His claws hooked at the ends, as tough as steel and as sharp as blades. The blaze of his blue eyes grew sharper and brighter, bisected by slim pupils that could see so much more in this state.
“Oh, so strong,” Sheridan murmured, though her gaze continued to linger on Jules, letting his beast see her devotion, her love.
Jules rocked against Tersch as Sheridan continued to exude her own unique scent, unable to stop his instinct to take.
“Want to taste her.” Tersch's low voice sounded more animal than man.
They both knew if Tersch wanted to, he could take Jules and break him in half. It wouldn't be easy, but Tersch's incredible gift couldn't be denied. It was a testament to Tersch's loyalty and Jules's leadership that Tersch willfully followed him.
“Ask her.”
Sheridan answered before Tersch could ask. “Please. Lick me, Gunnar. I want to feel your tongue on me.”
The Viking joined her in a hurry and buried his head between her thighs.
Seeing his friend go down on his mate felt right. The jealousy Jules would have felt in any other circumstance didn't factor here. He needed to help his friend, and he wanted to share the love he felt for his mate.
“That's it. Lick her up nice, and while you do, I'm going to give you what you've been begging for.”
Sheridan moaned and ran her hands through Tersch's long hair.
“Yeah, Sheridan. I'm going to fuck him hard while he eats you out. That turn you on, baby?”
“Yes.” She arched up, her breasts full, her nipples tight, as Tersch licked her juices.
“She tastes good, hmm?” Jules rasped as he fingered Tersch's hole.
The Circ rubbed his head between Sheridan's thighs and tilted his ass higher, waiting for Jules to fill it.
Jules slid the natural oil he exuded all over his shaft. Slick with lust, it swelled and ached. Kneeling between Tersch's feet, he positioned himself at Tersch's rim and eased inside. As he did, he reached around Tersch and cupped his sac.
The large male groaned and shuddered as Jules sank balls-deep. Tersch felt impossibly tight. The vise of his ass gripping Jules was almost too much to bear.
“Fuck. You feel good. So hot and tight, Gunnar. He's hot for me, and for you, Sheridan,” Jules said on a breath as he began pounding inside Tersch. He made it rough, giving Tersch the hurt the Circ needed.
Sheridan cried out and came, and Tersch continued to lick her. He shoved a finger inside her and did something that made Sheridan moan for more.
It didn't take Tersch long to come, and soon he was pumping his seed over Jules's hand while Jules continued to ram inside the Circ.
“Come, Jules. Come for me,” Sheridan said on a purr and held her breast up to him like an offering. Her darker skin, the length and richness of her hair and scent, Tersch's sexy beast beneath him taking all he had to give—it all pushed him into a rushing climax that made him see stars.
“Fuck, oh fuck, yes,” he gritted through his teeth as he jetted into Tersch's tight ass.
When he finally came down from the sexual high, he saw Tersch kissing Sheridan's thighs and pussy, licking her with tender care. Jules pulled out and stood, not surprised to find himself hardening again.
“I'll be right back.” He disappeared into the bathroom to clean himself and returned to see Sheridan on top of Tersch on the bed. She was kissing him and rubbing herself over him like a cat.
Jules grinned. “Time to fill you up, baby. But this time, I'm going to spill inside my pussy.”
“My pussy,” her beast growled. Somehow, Jules couldn't see his reserved scientist this uninhibited in bed with him and another male. Not yet. But it was nice to see her beast playing.
“This is so good,” Tersch said on a breath, his hair spread over the pillow in a wreath of white gold. “You two are good together.” He sighed. “Sorry if I was all over your ass before, Jules. I just don't want anything bad to happen to you.”
“That's sweet,” Sheridan said and nipped at Tersch's abdomen. His cock jerked, and Jules fisted his own erection.
“Do it, Sheridan. Go down on Gunnar. Lick his balls. Swallow his cock. Eat him up.”
Tersch groaned as Sheridan followed Jules's instructions to the letter. But when she bent over, Jules's intentions to go slow and make it last went south. Fast.
Two hours later, the three of them lay on Jules's bed, completely human and completely wrung out. Sheridan felt as if she'd run a marathon. Her body refused to obey her need to get up and shower. She lay between her mate and Gunnar—no longer the coldhearted Tersch.