Julian's Jeopardy

Chapter Eleven

The cell phone felt cool against her ear. “We did it. No, she didn't follow us.

And I just know she healed that asshole Morgan Reynolds.” Melissa Ramirez, previously known as Melissa Keiser, frowned at Raul, not pleased at the way this had panned out. Melissa was supposed to just disappear, not look like she'd been involved in her capture. Now the chance existed that those dickheads at Circ central might believe Sheridan Keyes was the innocent she claimed to be. And if that happened, Jack might put two and two together and not play his part.

And she really didn't need Jack Keiser on her tail. Posing as his wife had been one thing. The sex had been great, but she feared she'd let him get too close. He knew things about her, the way she thought, how she'd react in certain situations.

Having a scarily psychic badass after her might screw everything up, especially since she'd never bought Jack's cover story about quitting the Feds. Too bad her boss hadn't believed her suspicions. As if Jack Keiser would betray his country.

Yeah, right.

Raul and his friends stared at her with hunger bright in their eyes. But nowhere in her contract did it state she had to fuck animals to earn her paycheck.

She hadn't wanted to work with another Circ in the first place, but Lonnie—the great jefe—had insisted. And what Lonnie wanted, Lonnie got. She missed her man, but he had important things to do.

He answered her with a pleased chuckle. “Good work, Mel. From what I've gathered, our security forces are headed down there to help. Sharpe is blaming Montaña for your kidnapping.”

“Then the plan is working out better than I'd hoped it would. Montaña's men burned down the house and tried to use me as a messenger to deliver his threats, personally. Your boy Ricardo wants Sheridan. He's playing with Dawn Endeavor now, but he's going to go for their throats soon enough. According to Raul, he wants the invisibility trait Jules possesses, and he wants to use Sheridan as a brood mare.” Which made sense to Melissa.

Why the hell else would anyone want that bland little bitch? Sex, Melissa understood. Hell, even Jack had eyed the curvy redhead like a treat. But Jack had questionable taste. Hell, he'd fucked her, she thought with a grin.

“Interesting,” Lonnie said. “I'll use that as leverage if I have to. He'll want to know this right away.”

Mel's pleasure faded. He always wanted everything right away. Lonnie jumped when the man said jump, and it irritated Mel to no end. If Lonnie was indeed el jefe, the boss, shouldn't he make the rules? But she supposed Lonnie played the game his way, while she did what she had to do to survive. A hellish year and a half spent working for the navy had finally paid off. The end was in sight.

And at least you had a taste of Jack, Mel reminded herself. Talk about pleasure.

“We good, then?” Lonnie asked.

“I'd say so, for now. I recommend letting things play out between Montaña and the Dawn Endeavor team while we wait.”

She frowned as Raul nodded, rudely listening in to her conversation. Damned Circs and their enhanced senses.

The crackle of the phone sounded before Lonnie answered, “Sounds good. Stay out of sight. I'll call you again in a week to firm new plans.”

“Bye, baby.”

“Mel.” He hung up.

Mel turned to deal with her new team. Oh hell, they still seemed hungry, except for Raul. To her pleasant surprise, he looked reasonably sane. Not like he had the last time they'd met, before this mess had taken shape.

“I can see your friends need to expend some energy. You take charge of them.

I'm going to take a nap. I earned it.”

“Sure thing. Don't worry about the furniture. We'll try to play nice.” Raul turned and started dropping his clothes right in front of her. Mel beat a hasty retreat into the back bedroom of their little safe house in the middle of nowhere.

She closed and locked the door behind her.

One more week until she'd hear from Lonnie again. She couldn't wait.

Something growled. Muffled curses became roars, and then all hell broke loose as the walls shook and bodies bounced. Mel shoved her head underneath her pillow and prayed for their stupid mating heat to be over soon. God, she couldn't stand being two feet next to those barbaric assholes.

She missed Lonnie, his sophisticated humor, his lofty connections, the things he could do with his tongue…

“One more week, baby. Just one more. And then you and I can start making our own rules.”

Jules had a hard time focusing on anything but the hunger beating in his beast—for Sheridan. “You were right.”

She swallowed audibly and kept the bed between them. As if that would stop him.

His hands went to his shirt, and he ripped it off his body.

Sheridan licked her lips, absorbed by him, though she tried so hard to fight it.

The poor thing. She had no idea how much his beast loved that sexual innocence.

He needed to push past it to the hungry female beneath. My mate. Take her now.

“Right about what?” Sheridan rasped.

Dark red hair flowed over her shoulders and teased the tips of her full breasts.

God, he loved her hair.

“We have a unique connection, you and I. One I've never felt with anyone else.” He kept his jeans on, though the denim was hell on his cock. He needed her, had to have her. But the woman was cautious. He could see the same desire in her eyes, could smell the musky arousal growing between her legs, and knew she belonged to him. Now he had to convince her of the same.

“What are you doing?” she asked, her voice breathless and so arousing, he groaned.

“I can't stop tasting you, that rich floral scent that goes straight to my head and to my dick.” He rubbed himself, needing her to see. Jules slowly unbuttoned his jeans and shifted his cock so that the tip of him was visible. “See how hard I am?

How wet? My slit's full of cum, baby. I need you to suck it off.” Sheridan licked her lips, and a rush of her arousal washed through the air.

“You…you shouldn't do this. We shouldn't do this. This biochemical reaction—” He cocked his head. “Biochemical reaction? That's what you're calling this?”

“I don't know what else to call it,” she bit out. “You want me; I want you. It's a basic attraction. Nothing more.”

“No? Then why do I think about you all the time?” She crossed her arms over those perfect breasts, unfortunately still covered by her damned clothes. “What can you possibly have to think about? We barely know each other. The only thing we've done together is have sex, and that's when you're not locking me up somewhere or hauling me around like a damned rag doll.” The hissing kitten turned him on so damned much. “I know a lot about you, baby.”

“My name isn't baby. It's Sheridan.”

“For example, baby, I know the way you throw your head back and cry out when you come around me. You flush a pretty pink, right along the tops of your breasts when you're aroused, and that sweet, sweet smell of your need is so tasty.” He opened his mouth and sighed, tasting her on the air. “You're wet now, aren't you?”

“I don't believe this. You want to have sex? I thought you wanted to talk.”

“I do. But I can talk while I'm inside you, can't I?” She didn't respond to his grin, but she did squirm a little. He could just imagine the slick ride between those thighs and tugged his zipper down a fraction. “See how hard I am? Come on, baby, you know you want a taste.”

She tried to hold out; he could see her determination to remain unaffected. His beast respected her need to assert herself, but Jules wasn't having it. He commanded. He led his team, and he'd lead his damned woman where he wanted her.

“I've tried being nice. Now get your ass over here and kneel,” he snarled, pleased when her scent ripened. The little scientist liked it when he told her what to do. She was so perfect for him. For us. His beast preened under the hungry look Sheridan shot his cock. “Open that mouth, baby. I've got what you need.” Sheridan moaned her denial even as she planted one foot in front of the other.

In seconds, she knelt before him, naturally submissive. As if in a daze, she fixated on his cock and stared. “This is just lust. It doesn't mean anything.”

“Touch it,” he said, his voice hoarse. God, if she doesn’t do something soon, I’m going to come while still in my fucking pants. “But first, lose that shirt and the bra.

I want to see those tits while you're blowing me.” She shuddered as she removed her T-shirt and bra, leaving her full breasts exposed, the hard little nipples telling their own story. “You can't tell me what to do,” she denied weakly, contradicting the sight of her on her knees before him, half-naked and horny as hell. She smelled so fucking sweet.

“You're wet, aren't you, baby? Wet for me,” he growled and to his shock began purring.

Sheridan answered by leaning forward to lick the tip of his cock with a quick swipe of her tongue.

“Fuck.” Jules couldn't stop himself from plunging his hands into her thick hair as she took the tip of his cock in her mouth. She didn't touch him except to use her mouth, and Jesus, it felt good.

She moaned and licked the underside of his shaft, sucking on the plum head until he found himself humping her mouth.

“Unzip me more,” he said on a breath. “Come on, you little witch. Lick me from my tip to my balls. I want you to suck them, rub them, then gag yourself on the head of my cock.” He'd never been so blunt, so graphic, and yet it turned him on as much as it did her as he smelled her arousal spike. “Dirty little girl, aren't you?” She moaned. Her nipples stood stiffly, hard little beads begging for his touch.

He grazed one with his hand, and she sucked him so hard, he nearly came.

She released him from her mouth and pulled down his zipper too damned slowly. “I want you so much.” Sheridan met his gaze with a cloudy one of her own.

“This doesn't mean I'm not still mad at you. You put me in a cell, Jules.”

“I know, I know. A mistake, but one that kept you safe all the same. I'll apologize later, I swear.”

“Yes, you will.” She groaned and licked him again. “You taste so good.

Different from before. God, Jules, I want you.”

“Oh yeah. Take it, Sheridan. Eat me.” Had he ever desired anyone so much?

Burning up, on the verge of a cruel lust that spiraled out of control, Jules couldn't wait for her to do what he asked. So he demanded it.

He gripped her hair tight, but not hard enough to hurt, and pulled her closer.

“I fucking told you to eat me. Do it.”

“Yes,” Sheridan moaned. “Oh yes.” She went to town, licking his shaft from tip to base while holding him with a dainty hand that heated him from the inside out.

As she feasted on his cock, Jules felt strange, as if he were changing inside, and his beast encouraged it. Different from their sex before, this was something they both needed. Wanted. Instinct guided him, and he shoved hard into her mouth when she started to swallow him.

Her hands rubbed his balls; her mouth took him deeper. And then he was there at the back of her throat as she choked. And he didn’t care. Too rough, he tried to tell himself, but his beast hastened him on.

Sheridan clutched his ass tighter, not letting him go as she took him deeper.

She had to be gagging, had to be uncomfortable. Even as he thought it, he began to change, to grow, unable to stop himself. To his shock, Sheridan rose up with him as he grew taller, still crouched between his legs.

“Shit, no. Not now.” He tried to stop, tried to pull himself away from her, but her grip became one of iron, and he couldn't do more than thrust deeper.

“Sheridan, baby, I'm losing it. Fuck. Yes, yes,” he roared as he fully transformed into his beast and came down her throat.

The ecstasy of orgasm was so pure, so clean and hot, and then it was more. She cupped his balls and squeezed, and the small pain blazed along his shaft. He continued to come, pouring himself down her throat.

He felt thirsty, so hot, so needy. And the taste of him. He needed more. No, she needed more. Like before, Jules sensed Sheridan's emotions. Pain was a small part of what she experienced as she swallowed Jules's seed. The woman took him into her body, accepting him and his beast, and she wanted to share her desire with him.

He should have known Sheridan would be anything but typical as a lover, a mate, and a woman.

Her healing hands released his sac, and she pulled away from his sensitive cock, making him shiver as he drew back. She slowly rose and stripped out of the rest of her clothes.

She looked tiny compared to him. Except, to his utter amazement, she didn't remain small. His beast watched with satisfaction as his fiery redhead began to expand. Her large breasts grew larger, and his mouth watered. The pale skin on her slight, human frame grew darker, a shade of cream that complemented the almost black red of her thick hair that now reached down to her round ass. An ass he had yet to claim.

“Hmm. You taste so good,” she said in a throaty growl that had him instantly hard once more.

Sheridan, his little Circ, didn't just smell good, she smelled ripe. Fertile. And she smelled like him.

Smiling at him with fangs that grew even as he watched, Sheridan flashed him a wicked smile before leaning close to lick a trail from Jules's abdomen to between his nipples. She nipped her way up his body, searing him with the bite of her new fangs that could pierce his tougher skin.

“So pretty, mate. So fucking good,” he rasped as she latched on to his nipple and bit hard. “Oh, fuck. Need to take you again. All over. Flood you with cum.” She opened her mouth and released him. Her blue eyes looked neon bright as she blinked up at him. “Mate, hmm? I'm Circ now, aren't I?”

“Yeah, and so damned beautiful, you make it hard to think about anything but loving you.”

She paused, studying him for a moment. And then she smiled. “Well then, mate, come here and take me. If you think you can handle me.” The challenge he welcomed. But the sight of her in her entirety, in her changed body, stopped him in his tracks. His beast scented the wildness in her, the raw core that seemed like it had always been there. “How?”

“I don't know. This time was different than the others we've been together. It's you. And me. You changed me, made me a part of you.” Her eyes misted before the slit of her pupils widened. “My mate,” she hissed and would have swiped a clawed hand down his belly if he hadn't stepped back. A typical reaction from a mated female. His beast needed to earn her respect with a show of strength.

“Fast and sexy. I like.” He growled a warning she didn't heed, and the growing affection he'd had for the little scientist who'd healed him blossomed into an immediate and overpowering love.

Jules picked her up and tossed her onto the bed. He didn't give her the chance to argue or fight and grabbed her wrists, holding her hands by her side. He sucked hard on her breasts, tasting the reminder of her pheromones screaming for his seed.

The plump offerings drew him, and he sucked hard, imagining these same breasts full with milk for his offspring. A fantasy he'd had of his perfect woman, and one that felt like it was unfolding even as he thought it.

His cock ached, but he needed more. Jules teased her breasts until she begged for him. He kissed a trail down her belly and inhaled the scent of a female in need.

She was dripping wet, thick with honeyed cream just waiting for his tongue. Barely aware of anything but Sheridan's scent, he released her wrists.

The minute he tasted her, he wanted more. She screamed her pleasure as she came, but he didn't stop, pushing her toward another climax. Jules licked and sucked her clit, delving his tongue into her body to feel the slick walls of her sex waiting for him.

“Please.”

“Please what?” He needed her to say it again, could feel her insatiable desire to come as it tangled with her want to be independent. But that could never be, not now that he'd finally found her.

“Please, Jules. Take me.”

“No. Please, what?” He snarled and shoved his tongue deeper, but not deep enough. “Please what, mate?”

She struggled but could get no closer, and her scent drugged him to the point he readied to mount and fuck her, despite the fact she wouldn't say what he wanted.

But to his relief, she cried out her answer. “Please, mate. I need you inside me.”

Jules swept over her and surged inside her in one hard, hot thrust. The incredible feeling of oneness swelled, their joining much more than the physical, but a true mating of beast, man, and woman.

Her skin rippled, became fascinating contrasts of ivory and a darker gold, like stripes of value marking her as more than special, but unique.

“Come inside me,” she begged.

“I'm going to fill you up. All over that tight pussy, inside your mouth, your ass.

You're going to be covered in me,” he rasped as he grazed her hard clit, the pebble of lust she couldn't hide from his sensitized flesh. “Come, baby. Come for me, so I can fill you.”

He lunged against her, grinding over her clit until she burst.

Sheridan screamed while Jules pounded into her like a madman. He couldn't make himself care about anything but impregnating Sheridan, so that she'd carry a part of him inside her.

She belonged to him, finally. Made into what he needed, turned by his own flesh and blood into what she'd always been meant to be. His beast knew it to be true, and when Jules convulsed and jetted inside her with full force, the man welcomed the woman with his whole heart. His mind. His soul.

He had barely finished spending when she moaned and shifted beneath him.

His dick twitched. He propped himself up on his forearms and leaned down to suck her nipples into his hungry mouth. “Yes, mate. Again. And again. And again.

Until you're full with my young, full of my heart.” She whispered a yes against his throat, and they started all over again.

Sheridan woke the next morning, pleasantly sore all over. A large arm held her fast against a body she knew as intimately as her own. She blushed, not understanding how things had changed so fast between them.

“I can feel you thinking too hard,” Jules rumbled. “My pretty little beast. God, you're so hot. All that red hair, that fire just for me.” To her shock, he purred, the way he had last night when changed. Sheridan didn't know how or why she'd changed as well, but Jules hadn't given her much time to think about anything. Too busy coming all over her. He'd taken her ass, her pussy, her mouth a number of times, and still she wanted more.

Sheridan had expected pain, but her Circ body adapted to his without effort. A miracle of nature, thanks to Jules's miracle of science, and one she needed to explore, just as soon as Jules eased the sudden desire that consumed her.

“You're a hot piece of ass, aren't you?” he whispered into her ear as he rolled her onto her belly. “No, stay flat and spread your legs. Don't get to your knees. Not for this.”

She felt the press of his erection against her back and shivered. He always seemed so slick, a benefit of being Circ, he'd said. Circs needed a lot of sex, so the males secreted a natural oil over their shafts to ease penetration. Which explained how easily he'd fit inside her each time. Although her own lust had a lot to do with that. Around Jules, Sheridan felt perpetually horny.

“You have the sexiest body, Sheridan,” he said on a breath as he began sliding his cock along the crease of her ass. “Just as sexy as that brain of yours that never stops. Do you know how hard you make me?”

“I think so.”

He laughed and prodded her tight hole. “Hmm, should I take you here? Or is that pussy dry and needing me? Tell me, baby. Better yet, show me.” Jules pulled away, then angled his cock into her pussy. He shoved forward so slowly, he drove her crazy.

“Stop teasing,” she rasped. “Fuck me now.”

He thrust balls-deep and stilled. “I love it when you talk dirty to me. Makes me hard.”

“Everything makes you hard.”

He chuckled and began thrusting, a slow pace that didn't satisfy her need to come.

“No, no. No coming until I say so.”

“Not fair.”

“Not fair is turning Circ on me and throwing my cock into overdrive. I think I'm actually sore, Sheridan.”

She chuckled and wished she could see his face. She loved watching him pour himself inside her, loved to see the agony of sexual fulfillment as he came, knowing she took him to that needy place.

“Laugh it up, you little witch,” he growled and pounded into her.

Her laughter turned into groans of need as he owned her body. But just as she neared an intense orgasm, Jules pulled out.

“Not yet. Don't stop now,” she begged.

And then he spread her ass cheeks wide and pushed inside. Stretching her rim, prodding and demanding, he made her ache until the burning heat that always flared between them obliterated the pain. Pleasure showered her as Jules grunted and continued to fill her with his thick cock.

“Fuck. Seeing myself inside you like this, it's so good, Sheridan. So right,” he said on a growl.

His beast took over then, the scent of him strong enough to pull her beast through as well. Sheridan submitted gratefully, and he sensed it. Jules reached around and fingered her clit, rubbing as he continued to stretch her.

“Come for me, baby. Let me scent that honeyed cream.” His frank talk during sex only heightened her arousal. And she knew her blatant language did the same to him. “Yes, Jules. Fuck me. Come inside my ass.

Give me that hot cum, yes,” she moaned. His finger increased the pressure over her clit; his driving thrusts grew more desperate, rougher.

Sheridan tried to hold off, to come with him, but she couldn't. She cried out and clutched the bedsheets as she came. Seconds later Jules joined her, slamming deep inside her as he emptied the desire riding him hard.

“Sheridan, baby,” he moaned and shuddered. Moments later, he finally pulled out.

He left her for the bathroom. She heard the faucet run, but she didn't have the energy to do more than close her eyes. He startled a tired yelp out of her when he lifted her up.

“Come on, lazy. We need to clean up and join the others. And are they going to be surprised by you.”

Sheridan sighed. “No more than I'm surprised by me. I don't understand any of this.”

He kissed her cheek, then her lips. “I don't either. But I'm happier now than I've ever been. And if it's the last thing I do, I'm going to make you feel the same damned way.”

He kissed her again. When he looked at her, his eyes seemed to glow. Then he blinked, and she wondered if she'd had too much sex, because she could have sworn his pupils had disappeared. Even when he'd been in his other form, the pupils had grown thin and long, but they were still there.

Jules's smile seemed to light up his entire body. “My favorite color is blue.”

“Um, okay.”

In the shower, he washed her and took care of her with a tenderness that shook her.

“I like sports. I like sex.”

“Yeah, I get that.”

He continued to list his many attributes, likes and dislikes, until she stopped him. “Why are you telling me all this?”

“I'm trying to get you to know me. Then I'll get to know you. That way when I ask you to marry me, you won't be able to say no.”