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.”
A week later, Sheridan still couldn't get Jules's words out of her head.
Marriage? How the heck was she supposed to respond to
that
? He hadn't seemed like he was joking, but Jules had smiled at her. He'd bathed her, dried her, and dressed her, since she'd been too stupefied to do more than stand around looking like a moron.
Then they'd joined everyone for breakfast. He hadn't mentioned one word about her
changing
into a female version of his beast, and neither had she.
In the five days since, she'd seen him a handful of times. While he and the others worked together flying around the country checking on leads, she'd been assigned the labs, as if she were a permanent member of the Dawn Endeavor team.
The women gave her space. She'd spoken with Mrs. Sharpe a few times, mostly because Mrs. Sharpe wanted to make sure Sheridan had everything she needed in the labs. She'd also volunteered Sheridan the use of any and all equipment necessary to resume her work on the Sheridan Rose, should she want to.
Sheridan had gladly taken the offer.
So here she sat, staring around her lab while Jules was out risking life and limb to find Montaña. He said he wanted to eliminate the threat to her while also doing what should have been done a long time ago, whatever that meant.
Apparently, Montaña and these Circs had a history.
And if everything Mrs. Sharpe had said could be believed, Ricardo Montaña needed to be locked up for life for all the terrible things he'd done.
Sheridan felt like a fool for ever having doubted Jules and the others. From everything she'd seen since she'd been here, the Circs had saved more than just her life, but countless others as well.
But more than that, they were now a part of her. Jules was a part of her. A fitting mate, a voice inside of her seemed to say. That other awareness continued to grow, a kind of beast that wanted to experience the world. Sheridan felt both an innocence and an awakening, and though the scientist within her was fascinated by these changes, the all too human part of her was scared to death. She hadn't allowed more than a few of the beast's thoughts to penetrate since she'd
changed
a week ago. Though Jules had urged her to talk to Olivia or Morgan for advice, she wanted time to herself to ease into the changes her life was taking.