Dawn Endeavor 3: Julian's Jeopardy (15 page)

He didn't wait to hear more as he slid inch by inch deep inside her wet pussy, careful not to hurt her. She was so incredibly tight.

Sheridan cried out and ground her ass against him, wriggling to get closer as he crammed her full.

“Please,” she begged, and he lost it.

Jules pulled out and rammed back in, his balls tight, his shaft pulsing with the need to bury himself inside her.

“I'm going to fill you, Sheridan. Full of my cum.” Just the thought of it turned him inside out. He pounded into her, gripping her lush hips as he fucked her with a ferocity that amazed even him. His beast raged to cement ties, to push himself inside the female and coat her with his scent until she belonged.

Finesse, affection, tenderness—none of that mattered but proving to himself that Sheridan was real, she was here, right now, and that she was
his.

Irrational and beyond caring, Jules fucked her harder until he reached climax.

He shuddered inside her, caught in a lust so extreme, he couldn't think as he emptied himself.

When the raging need tapered enough to think again, he realized he remained erect inside her, wanting more. Sheridan hadn't yet come, and she quivered beneath him.

Shocked he might have hurt her, he took a moment to regroup.

She moaned. “Don't stop, not yet.”

Her slight whimper aroused him anew, relief and desire commingling to allow him the control he needed to do this right.

Jules withdrew and pulled her upright. Wrapping his arm around her body, he forced her to watch them in the mirror. “I'm bigger than you, stronger than you, and I'm going to demand things from you that you won't want to give,” he growled, his beast riding him hard.

Her slighter, paler hand covered his. She grabbed his fingers as if to take his hand away.

He reached for her breast and squeezed, and her head fell back against his shoulder. “I love your hair.”

Her breath hitched. “I didn't think you'd recognize me. The drugs in your system were so strong. Even my healing didn't fully temper them.”

“You think I'd forget you?”

“I'm not much to look at,” she said, shocking him.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” He stared at her in the mirror, taken with the sexual kitten lolling against him. Any man's wet dream come to life, and she thought she wasn't much to look at?

He tightened his grip and pinched her nipple as punishment for such foolish thoughts. Instead of crying out, she arched into his hand, aroused by the pain. He couldn't help himself, and with his other hand, he sought out the wet heat between her legs, deeply gratified by his seed that mingled with her arousal.

“You're a wet little liar, aren't you, Sheridan?”

“No,” she rasped as he shoved a finger inside her and thrust his cock against her lower back.

“Yes, you are. Because you know how hot you are, how my friends lusted after that hot little ass, those big breasts. And you love what I'm doing to you, don't you?

You like me rough. You're wet and so ripe. You want to come, don't you, baby?” He began fucking her with his finger while he pinched her nipple, alternating points of pressure until she cried out for more.

“Please. Jules, I need you.”

“How much? Enough to tell me where you've been all this time? To tell me what happened after the mutant attack? Or how about why you were at that fucking compound to begin with?” Jules inserted a second finger inside her, enthralled by the carnal scene reflected back at him in the mirror. “Look at us.

Remember how good it was when you rode me in the middle of the wild? Yeah, that I remembered. You took me, let me come deep inside you. So why did you leave me in that hotel? Why not come with me, unless you had something to hide? My beast knows who you really are, baby.”

Mine.

He didn't give her a chance to answer. Instead, he removed his hands and dragged her to the bed. There, he shoved her down and knelt on the floor between her splayed legs. A feast for the senses was all he could think as he stared down at her glistening pussy.

Jules kissed his way up her thighs and clamped his mouth over her ripe clit.

He sucked hard, gratified by her moans and pleas for more. He ate her out, licking and sucking, relishing the taste of his seed over her. The beast inside him fully emerged, and Jules gave him his head.

The female should never have left him. And this time, she'd learn better than to try to escape again.

Several hours later, after an afternoon spent loving, eating, laughing, and generally getting to know each other's bodies, Sheridan groaned and tried to move back from the intensity between her legs. Jules's mouth felt like torture, so hot, so exciting. He burned her from the inside out. The desire she continually felt in his presence flared into a heated life of its own.

“Oh yeah. Hot and sweet.” He rubbed his face against her, arousing her with more than his breath but with his mouth as well as he licked her desire. When she tried to inch away from the intensity, he held her fast, and his strength only increased her arousal. So dominant, so forceful, he fulfilled fantasies she'd never known she'd had as she instinctively submitted to Jules's touch.

The overwhelming pleasure started to scare her, because she couldn't control the growing need. His little finger shoved inside her, then retreated and inched lower, toward her virgin ass. When he rimmed her there and pushed forward, he pulled from her a deep-throated moan she wouldn't have thought she had it in her to give. Not to any man.

For so long she'd been immersed in work, in her plants, in her mind, keeping to herself to protect the nature of her ability. And then she'd met Jules, and everything ceased to matter except him. The feminist inside her railed at the truth, but the woman in Sheridan could no longer deny it. No matter what tomorrow brought, she'd take this pleasure and share in it.
Hell, I deserve it for what I’ve been
through.

“I'll tell you anything you want to know, but you can't stop. Please,” she said on a breath, wishing she sounded firmer and not like a woman starring in an adult movie.

“I couldn't stop now if the world ended. I need this.
We
need this,” he growled and showed her the beast in his slit pupils, in the rasp of his words uttered around fangs.

“
Yesss
,” she hissed.

Jules's mouth interrupted her again. He sucked hard at her clit and shoved his fingers deeper inside her.
Everywhere
. Her ass burned, and then the pain turned to unfathomable pleasure as he angled his little finger deeper and prodded her sensitive flesh.

She trembled as her body tensed and her orgasm loomed close.

Then Jules withdrew and covered her in one smooth move, penetrating her pussy with his thick, hard cock.

She screamed out as ecstasy splintered her body, dimly aware of him riding her with a rough rhythm until he stopped and came inside her once more. Sheridan could only feel as ripples of pleasure overwhelmed the sense of caution warning her to take heed. Thoughts of babies and disease paled next to the feeling of warm cum satisfying the sudden
need
in her body. The lusty energy she and Jules seemed to exchange settled and calmed her as his seed seeped into her womb. A burst of affection filled her for her generous lover, and she wanted to hold him tight and never let go.

Jules pulled out and pumped a few more threads of seed over her belly, rubbing the mess over her stomach and marking her breasts with his cum.

“There we go. All over you,” he said in a deep, gravelly voice.

She blinked up at his wild eyes, enthralled at the silver brightness gleaming around his slit pupils. When he spoke, his visible fangs made his voice sound harsh.

His flesh darkened. The pattern of interlocking cells on his skin tightened as she watched. Jules knelt over her, yet it was no longer him, but the creature that lived inside him.

Stunned, exhilarated, and a bit nervous, she could only watch as he subtly, slowly grew. Wider, taller, brawnier. His soft, thick black hair lengthened, tickling his neck, then draping over his shoulders to lie against the middle of his back.

“I love this side of you. It's so sexy.”

The fingers gripping his cock elongated and thickened, as did that most impressive part of him that refused to flag. “Good. Because I love this side of
you
.” He nuzzled one nipple with his mouth and grazed it with a fang, causing her to gasp as yet another wave of heat swept over her.

Impossibly, her body warmed to arousal once more, as if she hadn't just come hard all over him.

Sheridan swallowed hard, and Jules's attention left her body to fall on her mouth. He grinned, a dark expression that caused her to shiver with foreboding.

“Don't worry, we'll get to that sweet mouth of yours,” he promised. “But I want answers first.”

She tried to scoot back, out from under him, not wanting to feel so vulnerable while they had this conversation. But Jules leaned forward and pinned her hands on either side of her head. His knees caged her hips, keeping her under him without applying his considerable weight, for which she was thankful.

“Now, Sheridan, I want to know what the fuck is going on. I need to know what happened. Tell me so we can get back to soaking all of you in my cum.” She swallowed hard, wishing she didn't want that so much. “What did you do to me?” she couldn't help asking. “I'm not me.”

“Then who are you?” he drawled.

“I feel like
you
. I can't stop wanting you, so horny, I can't think. You came inside me, and I don't care. I
should
care!”

“Granted, it's a little late for safe sex.”

“Jules,” she warned, not appreciating the humor she could hear in his voice or the appreciative gaze roaming her chest.

“Circs don't carry sexual diseases. And unless you're Circ, you can't get pregnant.” He paused and leaned down to take a good, hard whiff at her neck. “Are you Circ? I honestly can't tell, and that's just weird. You smell like me already. But that can't be unless you're Circ and we mated.” He didn't sound upset with the prospect, and for the life of her, she didn't feel averse to the idea either.
I am certifiably crazy. I can’t love a man I barely know.

One who’s not exactly human.

“I'm not Circ. I just handle energy in a way different than most people. Maybe that's why I smell like you. You and I share a weird connection when we touch. Not like what I felt from Kisho or Olivia. Or anyone else for that matter. It's just you.”

“Good.” He stroked the inside of her wrist, and she shivered. “Now tell me about the jungle. Start with what happened after the mutant attacked, and we'll go from there.”

She forced herself not to look down at his growing erection. Talk. He wanted to talk.

“The rogues attacked while you fought the mutant. Grayson and Raul helped fend off the other rogues, and then they helped you kill the mutant. You'd almost done the job yourself, but you were dying.”

“Mutant toxin is deadly.”

“Well, that, and you'd already lost a lot of blood.” She remembered her panic that he'd die, and she never wanted to feel that again. She licked her lips and calmly told him the rest. “Once Grayson and Raul pulled the mutant from you, I healed you. But it took a lot out of me. You were totally unconscious, and I couldn't help you any more.”

“So this Grayson and Raul helped you out of the goodness of their hearts?” His tense expression warned her to tread warily.

She swallowed hard. “Not exactly. In exchange for healing them from some drug Ricardo injected all the Circs at the compound with, they offered to hide me and take you away to safety. I gave Raul the number you gave me. He left you at the hotel and called your friends.”

He leaned down to nuzzle her throat. Then he nicked her skin and licked the pain away. “They didn't touch you. I'd know if they had.”

“N-no. Grayson was kind.”

“And Raul?” he asked as he leaned back a little, his face inches from hers as he studied her.

“Raul didn't touch me, because Grayson was there. I didn't trust him, though.” She gnawed her lip, wondering if she should tell Jules what she'd suspected. He looked angrier to her, though his expression remained flat.

“Tell me.”

Her eyes flashed to his. “Can you read my mind too?” Dear God, that would be a real nightmare.

He grinned, the murderous rage leaving his eyes. “No, but you don't have a face for poker. Your eyes don't lie.” He kissed her cheek, the motion so gentle, she stared up at him in wonder. “Tell me,” he said again.

“Raul insisted you were a mercenary. That you slept around with tons of women and stole whatever you could get your hands on. He said that the reason you'd been in Ricardo's jail cell was because you were his rival and trying to hone in on his drug trade.”

When he said nothing, she continued. “I didn't believe it. I didn't want to believe it. You were so protective of me, so caring. And when we made love—” She flushed when his eyes gleamed with hunger. She amended, “Had sex, I—”

“Made love,” he murmured. “We made love in the jungle, where you gave yourself to me.”

She nodded slowly, following the movement of his firm lips. “Yes. Together we felt so good. And when I healed you, it was even hotter. Well, I'm not exactly psychic. I don't feel emotions or read thoughts. But you just felt so pure, so good. I didn't want to believe what Raul said.”

He glanced down at one of his hands holding her wrist. “Did you give me this ring?”

She couldn't believe she'd forgotten all about it and felt more than foolish.

“Yes.”

“I haven't taken it off,” he whispered. “It felt right on my hand.”

“Yes.” She had so much she wanted to say, but confusing amazing sex with incredible psychic chemistry wouldn't be smart.

He watched her for a moment. “Sheridan, why did you wait so long to come to me?”

She sighed. “I was scared. It took a few weeks to safely escape the jungle. Then more time to sneak into the States and find you again.”

“Why the hell were you at Montaña's compound to begin with?” Jules asked.

“That's been killing me, not knowing.”