Roane

Chapter Five

Caitlyn inhaled sharply as Roane took her beyond pleasure. Though normally comfortable with her sexuality, she wasn’t loose by any means. She’d never in her life ordered a man to “suck me instead.” The instincts surging to life within her had a hold on her libido. Damn if it didn’t race any time she was in Roane’s presence. Something about him called to her.

She threaded her hands through his thick, dark hair. God, he had a wonderful mouth.

He used all of it: lips, tongue, and teeth, as he brought her closer and closer to climax.

Caitlyn groaned when he sucked hard, drawing the tight bud between his teeth.

“You taste right,” he growled as he gripped her ass, bringing her even closer to his mouth. He shoved a finger inside her, pushing hard into her sex.

Caitlyn’s knees gave out on her as she gushed, coming hard in an instant. Roane groaned her name and continued to lick her, ignoring her halfhearted attempts to push him away. The oversensitivity she would have expected didn’t come. Instead, she crested her climax, caught up in his touch as he pushed her toward another.

“That’s it,” Roane said in a low voice as he guided her to the bed. She sank onto it and lay back, limp, yet ready to do whatever he wanted, if he’d only give her that ecstasy again.

“Give me what I need, honey. All of it.”

“Yes,” she whispered, entranced by the preternatural gleam in his gaze before he moved over her to nuzzle her breasts.

“I love your tits,” he sighed. “So fucking pretty.” He latched onto one, biting it hard enough to make her gasp before sucking the sting away. The contrasting pleasure and pain enhanced her enjoyment, and before long, she felt Roane’s teeth everywhere. Playful nips that turned hard, then soft as he laved away the warm hurt.

His large palms cupped her breasts as he sucked, drawing her into a euphoric state as she teetered on the edge of an orgasm. His cock continued to rub against her inner thighs, teasing with the promise of fulfillment.

“Roane, please.” She gasped as he kissed his way toward her neck.

“Please what?” He bit again, and she arched into him. This time, he held tight. She felt the sharp edges of his teeth piercing her, followed by a rush of heat.

Roane swore and shoved her knees apart with his thigh. Before she could plead for him to make the overwhelming burn stop, he thrust hard and deep inside her. The roughness of his taking distracted her from the fire in her blood as he toyed with the tendon in her neck, alternately nipping and licking away the fluid pooling there.

He lifted his head and braced himself on his elbows, stilling inside her. “You’re mine, Caitlyn. All mine. Say it.”

She couldn’t think past the fullness between her legs. Her clit was on fire, his movements stoking her arousal toward excruciating ecstasy. “No, Roane. Don’t stop.”

“Mine.” He bit her neck again and withdrew his shaft.

Moaning at the loss, she cried out when he plunged deep. He pounded into her as he licked at her flesh.

“Fuck, yes. This is so good. Say it, Caitlyn.” Raspy breathing took his words as he fucked her without mercy. “Who do you belong to?”

“You,” she answered without thinking. She needed him to finish, to feel his seed bathing her womb. “Now give it to me. All of it,” she said in a growl not human. “In me.

Mine.”

“Yes,” he hissed and ground against her.

Caitlyn came, drawing him deeper as he jetted inside her with force. She’d never before felt anyone come inside her, but her sensitized flesh could feel his warm seed filling her. Joy blanketed her body as she milked him dry.

When Roane finally withdrew, she smiled sleepily, barely aware of anything but a profound sense of contentment. “You made a mess.”

“A big one.” He grunted. “You’re covered with my cum.” She made an attempt to move out from under him but went nowhere.

“Leave it. I like you covered with me. Inside and out,” he said with a grin that faded when their eyes met. His eyes were so dark they looked black. So sexy and commanding.

“Remember who you belong to, baby.”

“You,” she whispered, recognizing the truth though she didn’t understand the why of it. For now, she hastened to add, but the beast within her refused to verbally deny Roane what he wanted to hear.

“That’s right. Mine.” Before she could say anything more, he managed to shove himself inside her again, stunning her that he was still half-hard. He rolled to his side and tucked her head against his shoulder. “Now sleep. I’ll protect you.” Exhaustion struck her all of a sudden. Not questioning anything anymore, she drifted off, inhaling his scent with every breath she took.

She awakened later, her body screaming with pleasure. Roane had her facedown on the bed, her ass in the air as he shafted her in a frenzied pace. She felt every inch of him in this position, and she couldn’t stop from rocking back into him.

“You’re so tight,” he groaned and shuddered, filling her once more. “God, I love coming inside you.”

Something about what he said cautioned her, but then he withdrew, flipped her over, and went down on her, and every thought in her head flew away on wings of desire.

Bright light filtered through the lone window in the room, hitting her eyes. Caitlyn tried to block it but was unable to. A thick, muscular arm caged hers and a large hand splayed over her belly.

She squirmed and felt Roane shifting, his steely cock prodding her ass.

“No more,” she groaned and turned her head into the pillow. Her whole body felt sore.

They’d had sex at least twice more after he’d taken her from behind. To her chagrin, she’d encouraged him each time. Though they’d only just met, she knew him. That scent drew her.

It was no longer just his own, but a subtle combination of them both that proclaimed to one and all who belonged to whom.

When Roane turned onto his back, freeing her, Caitlyn yawned and stretched. She grimaced when she moved and felt sticky between her thighs. “Good Lord,” she said, feeling her face heat. “I’m full of… Oh my God! Your cum. In me. We had unprotected sex!” She felt like a complete moron. They’d been going at it all night, and she just now realized her dilemma?

“Four times,” he agreed, sounding amused. “Or was that five?”

“It’s not funny,” she seethed, trying to remember where she was in her cycle, which was to say nothing of the panic she felt about disease. “Aren’t you worried I might have given you something? You don’t know me from Adam.”

Roane pinned her to the bed in a flash, his grin white, wide, and satisfied. “Baby, I fucked you so hard, you have to be swimming in me right about now. Circs don’t get sick, so if you thought you were carrying something, you’re not --”

“I’m clean, you jerk. I just meant that you don’t know me well enough to know that.

For all I know, you have something. Rabies, maybe,” she muttered, flushing when he chuckled.

“I like this side of you. Feisty, yet shy. You’re hot, baby.” The familiar gleam in his gaze warned her.

She shot a hand to his chest to stop his descending mouth. “Now hold on. This is just really weird.” Caitlyn shook her head. Last night seemed like a dream. She’d ordered Roane to eat her. Oh, shit. What the hell had she been thinking?

“That blush is killing me,” Roane said in a thick voice. “You get all red when you come, too, you know. When your pussy clenches me tight, hugging me --”

“Stop.” She gasped, once again thoroughly turned on. “Am I in heat?” she said to herself.

“I don’t think so. If you were, the rest of the team would have been in here by now. Far as I can tell, this is just between you and me.” He sounded relieved by the fact.

The rest of the team? She was caught between his odd comment and her pressing worries. “Why didn’t you use protection?”

“From what?” He looked honestly confused. The dark brown of his eyes drew her, the depths filled with a peace she hadn’t before seen in him.

“From conceiving a b-a-b-y,” she said slowly, so as to avoid any confusion.

Roane blinked. “Baby, right.” He shrugged. “That’s a possibility, I guess.”

“You guess?” She stared at him in shock.

“I admit, I wasn’t really thinking last night. I got your invitation, and I came. Many times,” he added with a smirk.

She wanted to brain him. The thought of a baby put her in panic mode. She was nowhere near ready for motherhood on a good day. And turning into some psycho beast with the threatening PPA on her ass definitely did not qualify as a good day.

Caitlyn opened her mouth to ask Roane what he meant about her “invitation” when she saw his gaze focused on her breasts. He leaned close and took a nipple in his mouth before she could speak.

Heat centered in the tight bud and traveled like lightning to her groin.

“Not again,” she groaned, caught in that crazy lust that muddled everything. Roane sighed and sucked harder. It took everything she had to push him away. She rolled out from under him with a speed she’d only used once before -- when she’d fled Vincent and Simon.

Roane whistled. “You’re fast, baby. Not bad. I really like this side of you, I have to admit. A real hellcat.”

She gasped when she realized she’d grown several inches…everywhere. Her limbs, torso, and body felt bigger. Her vision seemed keener, her sense of hearing and smell intensified as well. Right now, Roane smelled like a vanilla cupcake, her favorite. She centered on his lengthening cock and licked her lips.

“Yeah, that’d be good.” Roane bit his lip and groaned. “How about you swallow me again?”

“What do you mean, again?” A brief moment of clarity dawned, and she forced herself back to awareness. How, she didn’t know, but her body returned to normal. It felt like sliding through a slender tube, squeezing back into her smaller frame. Nothing painful, just pressure.

“Come on, baby. Do we really have to discuss this now? I’m hurting.” He held his huge cock like an offering. One she had to force herself not to worship.

“Roane, this isn’t funny. I could get pregnant if we keep this up. Hell, I could be pregnant now.”

“You’re not.” He stroked his cock.

“You can tell?” She swallowed nervously, fascinated with his swollen member.

“Your scent hasn’t changed. Still as sweet and spicy as before.” He wiped a drop of precum from his slit. “Coming inside you is pure heaven, Caitlyn. How about we go five out of six?”

Annoyed with him and her lust-crazed brain, she shoved herself into the robe hanging off the back of the door and stalked out of the room. Thankfully, she didn’t run into anyone on the way to the bathroom.

Once inside, Caitlyn locked the door before disrobing to enter the shower. Pulsing jets of hot water soothed her, enough to encourage her to sag to the floor of the walk-in stall.

Last night played like the whispers of a dream. She’d ordered a man she’d just met to eat her. And dammit, he had. She’d never in her life come so hard or so many times. Like a drug, Roane slid through her system. Over, under, and behind her, Roane had climaxed inside her each time they’d had sex. Caitlyn couldn’t understand why it had taken her this long to realize they hadn’t used protection. It was almost as if she wanted to get pregnant.

Which she didn’t.

She could only blame her stupidity on the many surprises she’d had yesterday. She’d been tired, afraid…taken advantage of. She glared at the white walls of the shower and stood. Reaching for the shampoo, she scrubbed her hair with the floral-scented soap. Was it any wonder she barely knew her name this morning? As if in an erotic dream, she remembered her marathon sex with a seductive stranger. Hell, Roane had her believing she belonged to him.

Thankfully, in the light of day, she realized her shock at the past day’s events and her own tiredness had contributed to Roane’s odd delirium. She belonged to no one but herself.

Caitlyn Chase’s independence remained intact. Which reminded her. She only had so much time to deal with this nutty scenario. Doc would have to get her up to speed before her vacation ended. She’d deal with being a Circ, so long as she could fit it into her schedule, along with her clients.

She stilled under the water and cursed when soap ran in her eyes. Am I nuts? I have the PPA after me, and I’m still not sure what they are. I’m turning into God-knows-what, and I’m suddenly horny as hell. How is my life going to go back to normal now?

“At least I know I’m not sick anymore.” The one plus Doc had explained about this mess. All of her previous symptoms -- the weakness, the aches and nausea -- had been her body’s way of preparing to change.

Then there was the killer sex, honesty compelled her to admit. She could now die a happy woman, having achieved the ultimate orgasm, thanks to Roane. “Right. So no need to fall under his spell again,” she murmured, trying to convince herself to avoid the man.

No diseases, great. No babies…yet. She just had to keep him at a distance while she figured out what to do about being a Circ. Doc would help her. He had a trustworthy scent.

Oh, hell, now I’m judging by scent. I’m turning into an animal. Bemoaning the inanity of her life, Caitlyn finished cleaning herself, scrubbing the remnants of her steamy night away.

She couldn’t stop blushing as she dried off, amazed at how wild she’d been. The mirror had fogged over, and she wiped at it with her towel, determined to make herself presentable before she faced everyone else this morning. Caitlyn scowled. She’d remind Roane to keep what they’d done private. If he was one of those kiss-and-tell guys, she’d kick his… “Ass!” Caitlyn stared in horror at the bruises and bite marks over her throat, breasts, and belly. Even her thighs had been treated to Roane’s rough play. Oddly enough, none of the markings hurt, but they were clearly a visible reminder that “Roane had been here.” Shoving herself back into the robe, Caitlyn hightailed it out of the bathroom and down the hall to her room. As luck would have it, Roane waited for her on the bed, lounging in his shorts.

She ripped open her robe. “Look what you did to me!”

Roane stared, his jaw slack. “Holy shit. I did that?” He rose, his face blank as he reached out to touch the bite mark around her right nipple. “Does it hurt?” The minute his finger touched her flesh, heat rushed in its wake. She sucked in a breath. “No.”

“Good.” He leaned down and took her nipple in his mouth. “Damn, Caitlyn, you’re addicting.” He shook his head. “I’m going to go back to my room to clean up. I’ll see you at breakfast, honey. Oh, and Kelly dropped off a set of clothes for you on the dresser.” Another quick kiss, this one on her lips, and he left, shutting the door firmly behind him.

So much for keeping her distance.

She fell back on the bed, clutching the robe. Roane hadn’t seemed bothered by her marks at all. He’d kissed the bite mark over her breast. His touch felt both like a mark of ownership and a comforting caress. What the hell did that mean?

More to the point, why didn’t she mind the thought of having sex with him again, just as soon as she could manage it? Groaning, she covered her eyes with her forearm.

“I am so screwed.”

Roane wandered back to his room. His body felt liquid, his mind fogged under the pleasant buzz of gratification. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt this good. Caitlyn Chase: the cure that healed all.

He didn’t know how to explain their coming together other than to label it explosive.

Around the female, his body hardened like stone. Granted, much of what he felt was based in the physical. Her breasts, her ass, her soft, smooth belly, just waiting to grow round with his --

Roane cursed and stopped, leaning against a wall to gather his bearings. He’d have to tamp down this breeding instinct. Caitlyn was right to fear getting pregnant. He’d never before had sex with a woman without protection. With other normal women, protection was his first concern. He didn’t need children at this point in his life, and couldn’t imagine bringing a baby into such a danger-fraught existence.

Caitlyn threw his thoughts out of whack, tampering with the animal impulses he normally had only when changed. She was rare, a female Circ who hadn’t gone crazy and who seemed every bit as sexy and likeable as she’d first appeared. Hell, she’d taken him without flinching, at turns dominating and then submitting. He couldn’t predict what she’d do, and he loved her mental toughness.

Unfortunately, reminders that she would be going through another heat very soon didn’t sit well with him. Before, he’d accepted sharing her with the others. Now, he didn’t think he could handle it. The beast inside him snarled with contempt, that he would be so weak he couldn’t hold on to what was his.

This is going to be a big problem. Zack and Ace would keep their distance. The two had each other and Kelly as a distant third. Hale and Derrick would want her again; he knew it. And who could blame them? The mating heat struck hard when it hit. Sex with each other had been a necessary evil, but with Caitlyn now available, did he have the right to tell them to back off? And what about Caitlyn? When the heat struck again, would she prove insatiable, would she need three or even five of them? Or would she remain his and only his?

“Fuck, I hate relationships,” he muttered, his calm fading as the implications of his jealousy took hold. Maybe the best thing to do would be to distance himself before he grew too overbearing around her. Let her take whomever she wanted. She hadn’t committed to him yet. Who knew if she would, based on one incredible night of sex.

Just the thought had him half-changing . He swore under his breath and stalked to his room. Throwing open the door, he found the last four people he wanted a conversation with.

“Well, well.” Hale whistled.

“You were right.” Derrick rubbed his jaw in thought. “The big dog was sniffing after a tasty bone.”

“I don’t need this.” Roane pushed past Zack and Ace, who grinned from ear to ear, and flopped down on his bed.

“Come on, Roane. We all saw it coming.” Ace grinned nastily at his pun.

Zack laughed. “I’m sure he was ‘coming’ all night. For the record, we heard every damned grunt and groan. You sure the hell weren’t keeping quiet.”

“Not from Circ ears,” Ace agreed.

“Don’t tell Caitlyn.” Roane could just imagine how horrified she’d be to know four horny Circs had been listening in on their lovemaking. Sex, he reminded himself. Not lovemaking. Sex. Nothing super emotional about sex. Just two bodies humping in the night.

“Yeah, Derrick, keep your big mouth shut.” Hale frowned at the large male. “I swear, you’re worse than a woman, the way you talk.”

“Fuck you.” Derrick shoved Hale, who promptly shoved him back.

Someone landed a punch and then Ace, the resident hothead, joined the fray. A lamp, picture frame, and DVD player crashed to the floor before Roane stirred himself to break up the fight. Zack, damn his hide, stood in the far corner of the room with his arms crossed, looking satisfied.

“Thanks for helping.” Roane grunted, avoiding Derrick’s fist and knocking him to the floor. He rammed Ace into the wall and countered Hale’s attempted uppercut with a blow to his belly.

The others growled and groaned while Zack waited patiently. “I was waiting for Ace to get over the snit Kelly put him in. Thanks, guys.”

“It’s not a snit, asshole. Kelly pissed me off. She’s messing around with some other guy.

You telling me that doesn’t bother you?”

“Great, Zack.” Roane sighed. “Remind Ace why he was mad in the first place. I swear, you two were made for one another.” And how stupid was that to say, considering they all knew how awkward Ace felt about his intimate relationship with Zack.

“Hey, we can’t all be as happy as you are, Romeo,” Ace snarled. “Maybe if I’d been shoving my dick between some chick’s legs all fucking night I’d --” Ace lost the rest of what he might have said when Roane took him by the neck and lifted him off the ground against the wall.

“Mind what you say about the female,” Roane threatened. He changed in an instant, faster than he’d ever shifted before. Then again, he’d never been this mad. “Caitlyn’s a Circ.

You’ll treat her with respect, not as some whore on the block. She’s a decent woman who’s been through a lot. Don’t forget it.”

“Ah, Roane? You might want to ease up on his throat. I don’t think he can answer you without his windpipe,” Hale said dryly.

Roane dropped Ace to his feet, ignoring the annoyance in his eyes. “Zack, you get him under control before I do. I can guaran-damn-tee you, it won’t be pretty.” Zack nodded, his humor gone. “Come on, Ace. Stop being a dick. Caitlyn doesn’t deserve it.”

“She doesn’t, but Roane probably does,” Derrick added. “You know what they say, it all rolls downhill. And considering how badly this room smells, you can believe this is where it all hits the fan.” With a grin, he nodded to the clock. “When you ladies are done running your mouths, Doc wants to see us in Lab A, remember?” So much for meeting Caitlyn at breakfast.

“Sorry, Roane,” Ace muttered and shoved Zack ahead of him out the door. Derrick followed, but Hale stopped with Roane behind him.

“What now?” Roane asked.

“Might want to shower before you come down. Even to a less-sensitive nose, you smell like sex. You know Doc’s just dying to run some fertility tests. Wouldn’t want to give him a reason, now, would you?”

“Hell.”

“Dude, you are seriously losing it. Next time you’re making it with the ultrasexy Circ around the corner, keep it down, would you? I’m having a hard enough time holding it together without you and Caitlyn setting fire to my virgin sheets.” Hale left, and Roane took his shower as quickly as he could, knowing he had to reach the lab before Caitlyn arrived. God knew what those morons would say to her without him there.