Fallon's Flame

Chapter Six

Fallon couldn't think as the woman he'd come to think of as a delicate flower turned feral on him. She bit and sucked and threw his beast into a frenzy of arousal and affection that surged through him in a wave of confusing need.

The woman gripped him with fingers he couldn't escape, even if he'd wanted to. The little witch hurt him by pulling him closer, but the small pain only made him that much harder. His shorts tented, obscenely distorted as he poked her belly, wishing he could angle for penetration.

Crazed to feel that hot pussy he could smell creaming for him, he succumbed to her wildness, giving in to his beast, who was surprisingly content to let this female dominate him.

Fallon didn't much care at the moment, lost to the desire he'd felt since he'd last tasted her.

He would have sworn he'd entered another mating heat, except his friends didn't seem bothered by it. To his relief, none of them seemed as drawn to Olivia as he was, or he knew for certain he'd have drawn blood to fight for her.

“Shit,” he groaned as her hands distracted him.

She tugged his hair back to look into his eyes. Since she appeared more vivid now than she had before, he knew she had to be seeing his slit pupils and larger irises, eyes of the beast who lived inside him. To his pleasant surprise, Olivia's sly smile proved she was unafraid. If he weren't mistaken, she even appeared to issue a challenge.

He hissed as her hands snaked down his body with lightning speed. Sure fingers circled his girth through his shorts, pressing along the wet spot where his shorts molded to his arousal.

“So big. I bet I could eat you up and not be full,” she whispered in a husky voice and licked her lips.

“Eat me. Yeah, baby. Do that. Right now,” he growled, unable to help his beast's wanting an end to this teasing.

Instead of obeying, Olivia winked and darted a hand under his shorts to circle his shaft.

“Christ yes,” he whispered, sure if she stopped, he just might beg. He'd never been so hard before. Despite the rough times dealing with mating heats, he knew he'd never felt such desperation to seek completion. “Please.”

It slipped out before he could stop himself. A weakness.

“I like pretty words from pretty men.” Olivia pushed his shorts down and grabbed him with both hands. Then she drove him out of his fucking mind.

Pulling and pushing, she rubbed his flesh with torturous slowness, grazing his balls with every pass. Using the generous precum at his slit, she lubed his cock and continued to stare up at him as she brought him closer and closer to bliss.

“Yes, Olivia. That's it, baby. Rub me. Fuck, give it to me. More,” he said thickly, unable to understand how he'd lost control, and ecstatic that he had.

“I want to feel it. I need it on me, your scent,” she demanded, her voice deeper, raspy.

Familiar.

He caught a hint of something not quite right, but then she tugged him, her fingers gliding just beneath his glans, that sensitive spot that made him see stars.

“Fuck.”

She rubbed and caressed, played with his balls and increased the speed and tightness of her hold.

“You're so full. Give it to me. Now.” Her voice turned mean, but her scent… Like ripe cherries, bursting with sweetness, with arousal.

His beast roared his pleasure, especially when one of her nails dragged along his shaft. He swore he felt a prick and smelled blood, but it didn't matter. He stared into her eyes as he came all over her hand.

Unable to cry out, breathless with the drugging ecstasy of the moment, he covered her palm with milky fluid. And he didn't stop. She pulled it out of him, each ropy jet of semen that continued to pump over her commanding fingers until he was too wrung out to do more than breathe.

He slumped and had to grab onto her shoulders to steady himself.

And then she did the one thing guaranteed to make him wake up and take notice. She took her hand, held it up in front of him, and shoved it under her pants, between her legs.

“This is where it should be.”

Hell, yes.

When she brought her hand back out, he took her fingers and shoved them into his mouth.

The familiar, drugging taste of her pussy addicted him. But she pulled her fingers away.

The sultry vixen flashed him a smile, her eyes deep lagoons promising every pleasure.

He let her go and watched as she reached down to hold him again. He remained half-hard, his cock rising quickly as his beast told him to get ready for another round.

But she only wet her fingers in the cum covering his cockhead.

When she brought those same fingers to her lips, he jerked in reaction, his cock rock hard and ready to go again. She took each finger deep within her mouth, all the way to the second knuckle. When she'd pulled the last one from her mouth, he pushed her to her knees.

She surprised him by not resisting.

“That's right. Enough playing. Now take your mate to the back of your fucking throat,” he growled, unable to keep his beast from coming out to play. Aware he began to change as well, he tried to tamp down his wildness, not wanting to hurt her.

But she wouldn't let him.

She clamped her hands to his ass and pulled him forward, deep throating him without a problem. Even when he thickened and lengthened, she accommodated him without gagging once. He closed his eyes, unable to think as he grabbed her hair and pounded into her mouth.

The unreality of the moment didn't much matter. A normal woman couldn't accommodate a Circ, not in this stage of rut. But Olivia didn't falter. If anything, she stimulated him with her tongue, which never seemed to quit. He gripped her thick hair and held on, nearing his end once again.

“Yes, sweet, that's it. Lick me. Suck it good. I'm going to come in a rush down that pretty throat. Mmm. God yes,” he murmured as he pistoned faster. Shorter jerks as his ass puckered and his balls drew up, readying to unload.

So hot, so tight, her mouth suctioned him, taking him to heaven as he yelled out and showered her throat.

“All of it, swallow me,” he insisted on a heady groan, though he needn't have.

Olivia's long nails dug into his ass as she devoured his cock, sucking away his cum as fast as he jetted into her.

Finally spent, he withdrew, pulled up his shorts, and shivered, caught in the aftermath of a powerful orgasm.

Olivia rose to her feet, her gaze lowered. Her chest rose and fell with a quickness not at all natural.

“Olivia?” Worried he might have hurt her and not known it, he waited for her to look at him.

When she did, he did a double take.

Her eyes weren't human. They were Circ.

She blinked, and he once more stared into human eyes. What the hell had he just seen?

“Olivia?”

She rolled her neck, her shoulders, then stepped back.

“You didn't know how I'd respond when you kissed me, did you, Jesse? Bet you weren't expecting that.” A gleam of victory lightened the frustration in her gaze. “Well, I'd best finish my run and get back to that folder. I'll see you later.” She turned without another word and took off down the path toward the house.

Fallon stared at her retreating back until she rounded the bend out of sight. A chill breeze whipped through the trees. An owl hooted in the distance. Overhead, the clouds shifted to cover the emerging moon.

“Am I fucking nuts, or did I just have sex?” He actually pulled his shorts from his body to examine his cock. Fading lines along his shaft proved he hadn't lost his mind. “She did it. Olivia gave me not only a handjob, she sucked me down like a champ.” Still reeling from the incredible orgasms that had finally drained the all-consuming hunger for the woman from his tired body, Fallon jogged back toward the house. Before he reached the garden, Jules met him.

“Olivia passed by. Tell me I did not just smell you all over the female, and right before a huge operation is about to go down.” Yet Jules didn't sound angry.

“Am I dreaming?”

“Did you or did you not just fuck that woman?”

“No. Yes.” Did I? Did she really take all of me? I didn't change fully, but a part of me grew a helluva lot larger than normal. And she swallowed me anyway. Her eyes…

“Fallon?” Now Jules sounded concerned.

“That woman just gave me the first true peace I've felt since I turned Circ.” He couldn't explain how she'd done it. Incredible sex, but it was still just sex. Wasn't it? “I don't get it. And I think—I mean, I'm not sure, but—”

“But what?”

“There at the end, I could have sworn her eyes changed.” Jules didn't say anything.

“I think I need sleep. She fucking wore me out,” he said with a huge grin. His beast purred inside him.

Jules's eyes widened.

“What?”

“Your aura is changing.”

“Yeah?” Probably to a glowing red, what Jules had described as the picture of health.

“Nothing, never mind. Look, it's late. Get some rest. I need to work on a few things myself.” Jules ran past him, not along the trail, but through the woods and into the forest.

“Probably needs to change,” Fallon muttered, exhausted. Too tired to dwell on anything more than sleep, he promised himself he'd deal with Olivia tomorrow. He wasn't sure, but she'd seemed annoyed with him there at the end. He shrugged. Women.

He dreamed about her all night long, and in every instance, the blue-green eyes that stared out at him from her pretty face remained Circ.

Unfortunately he didn't see her for the next two days. Mrs. Sharpe, Hayashi, or Jules constantly shadowed her. He might have been jealous if he hadn't sensed Hayashi's disinterest.

He'd never seen his friend entertain women, and though Hayashi didn't talk about his sexual preferences, Fallon was almost positive his friend favored men. Why Hayashi thought he had to keep it a secret was anyone's guess, but Fallon didn't want to intrude, so he never brought it up.

Jules, on the other hand, aggravated the shit out of him. He'd heard his team leader and Olivia laughing together on several occasions. If Mrs. Sharpe hadn't sent him and Tersch on errands away from the house, he'd have insisted Jules keep his distance from Olivia, the hard way.

Fallon couldn't stop remembering her scent. So sweet, ripe, and Circ. He wished he could be sure of what he'd seen, but in the aftermath of so much pleasure, he'd been too dazed to fully recount the sight of her slit/not-slit pupils.

He and Tersch left the SUV and walked up the drive to the door.

“Earth to Fallon. What's eating you? Or should I say, who's not eating you?” Tersch teased, his comment surprisingly on target. “Olivia seems to like Jules and Hayashi well enough.”

“Fuck off.”

“Nice. And here I am trying to make you feel better.” The Viking laughed. “Come on, Fallon. Not like you have a claim on the woman. I'm thinking she should try me on for size—” He gagged behind Fallon's fist around his throat.

“One more word and I'll crush your larynx.” Fallon couldn't help his beast's raging need to state his claim. “She's mine. Don't forget it.” Tersch clutched at his hand. Not until he nodded, his face purple, did Fallon let him go.

Coughing, Tersch rubbed his throat and glared. “What the hell is your problem?” Fallon wished he knew. “I'm not in the mood for jokes.” He couldn't help adding, “I smell you anywhere near her, and my beast is going to geld you.” Tersch's eyes widened. “You're not kidding. Man, what's the deal? You barely know this woman. Granted, she's hot. But come on. We've never had problems sharing before.”

“She's different. I can't explain it.”

“Well, you'd better get over it. This job is going to be hard enough working with a civilian.

You add sex to the mess, and we'll end up ass deep in trouble, and not just from some woman mooning over you after you dump her.”

“She doesn't seem to have any trouble avoiding me lately. I don't think we need to worry about her mooning anytime soon,” Fallon muttered, annoyed all over again that he'd barely seen Olivia since their run-in Saturday night.

Shaking his head, Tersch threw his arm over Fallon's shoulders and dragged him inside.

“She's just a woman. Let her go.” He sized up Ava as they passed her in the hallway. “Take me.

Ava Belle won't give me the time of day, but you know what? I don't care. If she doesn't know what she's missing out on, I don't have the heart to tell her,” he said in a raised voice and snickered at her less-than-friendly rebuttal. “One pussy's as good as another, man.”

“Oh? Is that why you're always looking over your shoulder at the woman who could care less how big your dick, or your ego, is?” Fallon smirked, pleased to have caught Tersch in the act of doing just that.

“Ass.” Tersch removed his arm and gave him a shove. “Come on. Let's go tell Alicia we couldn't find the file she sent us after and see what the guys are up to. I thought we were supposed to start training Olivia. Seems like all they've been doing is talking.”

“No kidding.” He itched to see Olivia again. Taking a subtle sniff, he followed the trace of her lingering in the hallway.

“I can't believe you're sniffing after her like a damned dog. Dude, you're embarrassing,” Tersch grumbled but followed along.

Fallon sped up when he heard Hayashi's, Jules's, and Olivia's voices coming from the gym.

He and Tersch entered to find the three of them dressed for sport. Olivia wore shorts and a T-shirt, her hair pulled back in a ponytail. The shirt clung to her in patches, sweat making her skin shine like gold.

Fallon's beast purred, and Tersch stalked away, muttering under his breath.

“I want to play,” the Viking announced and stripped off his shirt.

Olivia's eyes widened. “Wow. I didn't think they made assholes that large.” Jules laughed, and Hayashi grinned.

“Incredible, isn't it?” Fallon added and stepped forward, pleased to see the awareness flash in her gaze.

“Hey, Jesse.”

Her blush wasn't lost on anyone, and Fallon wanted to crow the petty victory. The woman responded to him because she belonged to him.

“Fallon, Tersch, where the hell have you two been?” Jules asked with a frown. “We've been waiting to train, just warming up. Olivia has some impressive moves. Unfortunately Hayashi's slowed down some.”

Without warning, Hayashi kicked at Jules's head. Jules barely avoided the blow but instead suffered the shot Hayashi aimed at his ribs.

“Slow, my ass,” the Asian muttered. “My roundhouse was intentionally sloppy because I didn't want to brain you. How does the gut feel?”

Jules grunted and straightened. “Terrific, thanks. Fallon, Tersch, get over here. I want to demonstrate a few things for Olivia before we give her some abbreviated training. Mrs. Sharpe has given us five more days before we head out. Our flight for Brazil leaves Saturday morning.” Olivia took the cue and sat down, her legs crossed in front of her.

Fallon wanted to join her, to plant a kiss on those full lips, but the look she gave him warned him not to try.

Jules stretched. “You two, go suit up. We'll wait.”

Fallon and Tersch left and returned in minutes dressed in shorts and T-shirts. Fallon wondered if Jules intended for them to change in front of her. He didn't want to with an audience. For some odd reason, his beast considered it his own personal mission to instruct Olivia in the fundamental truth of what being a Circ meant.

“Why don't you guys ever wear shoes?” she asked, looking at their feet.

“It impedes our abilities,” Hayashi answered when no one else did.

“Hmm.”

“Olivia, this is important,” Jules began. “The four of us work as a cohesive unit. Each of us understands the other after working together for several years. Our abilities give us a unique way to communicate as well. Fallon, open up.”

Fallon released the shields holding his mind closed from outside thought. Olivia's mind remained behind a wall of defense, but the others sounded clear. The union warmed him, made him feel comforted by familiar minds.

“Fallon sends messages with his mind that can't be heard or penetrated by an outside source. Tersch, when he puts his mind to it, can't be stopped.”

“Not even by a bullet?”

“Not even then.”

Her expressive face looked so damned cute. Fallon wanted to…

“Focus, dammit.” Jules frowned at him before continuing. “Hayashi, as you saw, is lethal with those fists and feet. He's also learning to better control his visions.”

“For example, I can tell you that at some point in our stint in South America, the five of us are going to be running in the forest. We're going to separate.” Hayashi paused, his face blank.

“You'll go with Jules and Fallon. Tersch and I will lead them away while you three get to safety.”

Olivia leaned forward. “Safety? From who? Montaña's men? I thought I was supposed to stay in the city while you four investigated the lab.”

“What I see is a possibility, not an exact future,” Hayashi said quietly.

Jules continued. “A possibility that makes it vital you can defend yourself in a worst-case scenario.” He paused. “Olivia, are you Circ?”

The entire room quieted. Fallon waited anxiously for her answer.

“Am I what?”

“Circ,” Fallon repeated, remembering an image of her changed eyes.

“Um, no. I've never been treated for anything other than a superficial cold. I'm surprisingly healthy—no weird shots, no genetic manipulation. Hell, I was almost out of breath on my run the other day.” She refused to meet his gaze. “I don't have any superpowers, no stamina, no incredible strength.”

“I don't know about that,” Fallon murmured, remembering all too well the hold she'd had on his beast.

She ignored him. “I'm sorry. I'm empathic. End of story. I can feel your disappointment and your disbelief. But I don't know what to tell you.” Jules watched her for a moment. “Fallon, I need you to stay back. I'm not going to hurt her, but I need to see something.”

“What are you going to do?”

Jules didn't answer him, and Fallon's beast didn't like the potential threat to the woman he considered his.

When his team leader vanished, Fallon swore.

“Oh my God. Where did he go?” Olivia scrambled to her feet, her mouth open. She squealed in fright when her feet left the ground. “Jesse, something's got me!”

“Dammit. Jules, let her go.”

Olivia settled back on her feet and raced into his arms. They watched as Jules materialized in front of them.

“How did he do that?” she asked, breathless. “My God, that's incredible!” And she had yet to see them shift into their beasts.

“Ask Jules if he wants her to see us change,” Tersch prodded.

Fallon mentally repeated the question as he stroked Olivia's back and hugged her tight.

“Not yet.” Jules sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Olivia, I just thought if you were scared enough, you might… Never mind. We'll take care of you out there. But if what Hayashi saw comes to pass, you'll need to know you can trust us. You'll follow orders, no question, or you're not coming along.”

She swallowed audibly. Fallon tried to calm her quivering frame. Talk about a lot to throw at a person. “I will. I promise.”

“Good. You can start now. I want you to get out of Fallon's hold.” “Fallon, don't let her go.”

Fallon tightened his arms. She couldn't move.

“Try harder.”

She squirmed, but all she did was arouse him.

“Now change, Fallon.”

“Jules, I don't know.”

“I do. She needs to know we can protect her. And we can't afford for her to panic on us if we have to change during the mission.”

“What's going on?” Olivia breathed, still struggling.

“I don't like it. No.”

Jules's entire stance changed. Aggression swelled from him in waves as he faced Fallon.

“You're refusing me?”

“Hell.” Tersch plucked Olivia from his arms. “Come on. Hayashi, let's continue this while they come to an understanding.”

“Good idea.”

His team leader growled low in his throat. “Get outside, now.”

“Fuck.” Fallon cast a last, longing look at Olivia and left the room. He didn't make it a foot outside before Jules knocked into him. Then all hell broke loose.