As his mind cleared, Roane realized she hadn’t experienced enough bliss to satisfy her.
He now had his arms full of a spitting-mad Circ, one who’d fully changed into a beastly goddess.
With a swiftness that shocked him, she pulled up off him and turned around. Slitted pupils, large fangs over plump red lips, and long, shaggy brown hair streaked with gold framed a face no longer human. Her skin had changed as well, still flesh but darker tan and tougher. She’d grown in size and now stood a mere head shorter than him. Her breasts had enlarged with her proportions, and he found himself fascinated with their berry-red tips.
Amazingly, after such an intense climax, his cock stirred. He wanted to bite her, to suck her tits until she came around him again. The vein at her neck throbbed. He could hear the blood rushing as he stared at it, and he wanted to sink his teeth in and hold tight while he fucked her.
When he would have moved forward, her gaze darted over his shoulder. Roane heard familiar snarls and turned to see his men on Kelly’s back porch, all changed, naked, and aroused…and staring at them.
Irritated but in control of himself once more, now that he’d taken the edge off, he nodded toward the house. “Come on.” He inhaled more of her arousing scent and cursed. “I think it’s going to take a few of us to sate that appetite of yours.” Caitlyn blinked, and he saw a flash of her humanity in the panic there. Not giving her a chance to run and cause definite damage when his men instinctively hunted her down, Roane hauled her into his arms and headed for the porch. She spat and scratched at him, her fight arousing. Each swipe of her claws sent her scent into his skin, marking him -- just as he’d marked her, his cum settling into her womb.
Hale held the others back, just barely, from jumping her.
“One at a time,” Roane warned, not wanting his men to hurt her. “Give her some space.”
“Are you fucking nuts?” Ace pushed past the others. “I need this. I need her.” He inhaled, his amber eyes going nearly black with desire.
“You heard him,” Zack said in a low voice. “Back off.” Ace turned from Roane and Caitlyn to confront Zack. “Don’t tell me what to do.” Taking advantage of their brewing battle, Roane took Caitlyn inside, well aware of Derrick and Hale on his heels. Derrick motioned for Caitlyn.
“Let him,” Hale said. “I can wait.”
Better at controlling himself than the others, Hale could be counted on to be the voice of reason during rough times. Still, Roane thought his restraint amazing, considering how badly he wanted inside Caitlyn again, and he’d just had her. Grudgingly releasing the handful in his arms, he gave her to Derrick.
Derrick looked savage as he snarled at Caitlyn. Darker than his normal coloring when changed, his muscles were starkly outlined in the deep brown of his skin. His much larger frame was readily apparent as he covered Caitlyn on the floor. She tried to bite him when he leaned close and shoved her legs wide as he mounted her.
“Easy, Derrick,” Hale cautioned in a voice almost too low to be heard. “She’s a precious female, ride her slowly.”
Derrick snapped at Caitlyn to be still but made no move to hurt her. He sucked at her breasts and her neck while he pinned her hands to the ground and rubbed all over her. After hearing some heady groans, Roane wasn’t surprised when her legs wrapped tightly around Derrick as he began fucking her.
Simultaneously aroused and jealous, Roane deliberately turned his back on the pair.
“Let me know if you need me.”
“Go. I can smell her on you, and it’s killing my control faster than these two going at it,” Hale rumbled. “God, Derrick, don’t play around. Fuck her already, before I come in whatever hole’s closest.”
Derrick mumbled something unintelligible between his grunts of pleasure and Caitlyn’s cries of desire.
Roane left them and followed Zack’s and Ace’s voices into the back bedroom, ready to pull them apart if things turned violent. He knew what to expect. They’d all experienced this mind-numbing lust before, sharing it the only way they could. Drawn only to their own kind during the heat, they’d been cursed to fulfill each other. Nothing else seemed to slake the sexual need. But with Zack and Ace, the relationship went deeper than either would admit. Whereas before, the five of them had been forced to take each other, recently, Zack and Ace kept to themselves. A special bond had formed between them, one that no amount of harsh words or anger could sever.
He found the pair grappling in Kelly’s bedroom. Damn, that poor woman endured a lot because of the squad. Now they’d have to once again replace her bedroom furniture. Ace broke her nightstand and smashed a lamp onto Zack’s skull.
“Fuck. That’s it, pretty boy.” Zack knocked Ace into the wall, stunning him. Then he tossed the large male on his belly over the bed, but not before Roane saw both Zack’s and Ace’s rock-hard dicks. Oh, yeah, Ace wanted it bad. Hell, Roane’s own arousal flared at the pair’s distinct perfume. Their scents mingled, stronger together than apart, until they were indistinguishable from each other.
“Take it, Ace. You need it,” Roane said, stroking his growing erection. “Zack, try not to hurt him much. Not like last time.”
“Get off me.” Ace struggled, but his movements slowed as Zack pressed forward.
Strangely enough, when Circs changed, their cocks emitted a natural lubricant prior to sex.
Though Roane had been worried about hurting Caitlyn with his size, he hadn’t had to work hard to slide inside her.
Zack took that moment to plunge deep, and Ace moaned under him.
“In and out, that’s it, take it.” Zack panted as he thrust. “Soon we’ll have her with us too. Then it’ll be better. I swear.”
Roane thought he knew who they were talking about, and it wasn’t Caitlyn. The pair had an obvious thing for Kelly Malloy, Doc’s assistant. But she was normal. Not a beast like them. He wondered what she would think of the relationship these two shared. It had taken them all quite a while to accept the necessity of sex with each other. Roane still felt uncomfortable with the things he and the others had done.
He preferred Caitlyn’s snug warmth, without question.
Zack continued to pound into Ace, who seemed to be humping the bed. Derrick’s hoarse shout from the other room drew his attention, but Roane forced himself to wait. He didn’t think he could handle watching Derrick pull out of his -- the -- female, not without seriously hurting him.
“Yeah, Zack. Come in me.”
Groaning, Zack shuddered, his ass flexing before he rammed home a few more times and stilled. He pulled out and flipped Ace over. Without pause, he centered on Ace’s weeping dick and took it in his mouth.
Having been the recipient of Zack’s mouth himself a time or two, Roane couldn’t help a sympathetic groan when Ace bucked up into that warm, wet suction.
He hurried out of the room, his hand still around his cock. He was hurting and needing relief. Derrick was lying on the ground, trying to catch his breath as Hale lay next to him over Caitlyn, latched onto her breasts.
“On the couch,” Roane ordered.
Hale didn’t move as he sucked loudly. Caitlyn moaned, and Roane couldn’t wait. He pulled Hale off his female. “You want it? Get on the damned couch.” His eyes glazed, Hale stumbled to the couch and sat, gripping his cock. Roane lifted a confused Caitlyn to her feet. “You come enough, baby?” She blinked at him, not answering. He could tell by the tension in her frame she hadn’t. He carried her to Hale and turned her around, her back to his friend.