Dawn Endeavor 3: Julian's Jeopardy (16 page)

She gratefully answered. “I went to Vida Verde to work on my plants, and somehow I ended up with Ricardo at his lab.”

Jules stilled. “Vida Verde?”

“You know the company?”

“No shit.” He swore some more. “Olivia's aunt and uncle run the organization.”

What were the odds? “Belinda and Jaime Esteves? They're the ones who set me up with Ricardo when I needed access to certain testing materials.”

“We need to talk to Olivia about this.” He let go of her wrists and levered off her body to sit next to her on the bed.

It was all she could do to keep her eyes on his face and not on the thick shaft that still gleamed with her own cum. Sheridan took a deep breath and sat up. She crossed her arms over her chest, suddenly embarrassed to be naked in front of him.

He pushed her arms away. “No, Sheridan. Let me see those pretty breasts.

Hmm. Such tight nipples. And you smell good. Like you need more of me.” She blushed when he glanced at her body and licked his lips. When he cupped his balls and stroked his shaft—one that was scar free, thanks to her handiwork—

she forced herself to look back up at his face.

He bared his teeth in a half smile. “Still shy? Don't be. Not with me. I like your curves, Sheridan. The intelligence behind those baby blues. And then there's the way those full lips know how to hug a man's cock.” His voice lowered. “A man doesn't forget a mouth like that.

“Touch me again,” he dared and grabbed her hand. He pulled her closer and tried to wrap her fingers around his cock, but he was too big. “God, you feel so good.” She stared at him, taken with the rougher texture of his skin. So much longer and harder than she could handle, yet Jules felt right. He made her feel safe. Even when he had cause to doubt
her
, he hadn't done more than hold her tight. Never hurting her, unless she wanted him to. And the way he looked at her right now, like he cared…

“Lick me,” he growled.

“What if I don't?” she teased, amazing herself that she felt free to taunt his beast.

“If you don't, I'll paddle that ass before I fuck it,” he promised, breathing hard.

A bead of dew filled his tip, his arousal obvious and growing stronger as she watched. The feminine power coursing through her veins thrilled her, and Sheridan licked her lips, teasing him again.

Jules growled.

Sheridan petted him, relearning the feel of his sex as she ran her hands over him. To her surprise, the hair around his groin had disappeared with his
change
.

Hairless, he looked even more imposing.

“Taste me, please.”

He sounded ragged, and she loved knowing she'd brought him to that.

The wet tip of his shaft shone, drawing her to temptation. The warm vanilla musk that thickened around them enticed her closer. She gave in and licked the crown of his cock.

He moaned, his cock jerked, and she sucked the head into her mouth.

His hands fisted in her hair. “I've dreamed about this, seeing your dark red hair over my thighs when you go down on me. Oh yeah.” She didn't answer, taken with the sultry texture and taste of him. Wild, pure, masculine. They fit together. She knew it. She accepted it, but she still wasn't sure ultimately what to do about it. But right now, she didn't have to think. She only needed to feel as she tasted him.

“Lick me, baby. That's it,” he said, panting as she stroked him with her tongue.

He spread his thighs wider and pulled her head closer.

She couldn't take much of him inside her mouth, but the little tease of his cockhead disappearing between her lips seemed to entrance him.

“You're going to lick me until I come. Then I'm going to shoot all over those pretty tits. So much seed to mark you as mine,” he promised, his beast domineering, assured.

They settled into a rhythm—he guided her by her hair, and she sucked him hard, the press of her teeth and the suction of her lips strong enough to make him groan his encouragement.

“That's it. I'm going to cover you with my cum, and then I'm going to eat you again. Fill you up all night long. Won't that be good, baby?” He cupped her breast and squeezed, and an answering heat continued to build between her thighs. An almost animalistic need filled her, a foreign yet familiar sense that she experienced what he felt. And she loved it.

“Hmm, good girl.”

His gritty voice stroked her like silk. His compliments made her yearn for more of him, to swallow his orgasm and bring to him to the bliss he constantly gave her. His taste brought her closer and closer to orgasm.

And then the door burst open.

Jules's hands tugged her head by her hair. “Don't stop.”

“Fuck me, that's hot.” Tersch's low growl should have embarrassed her. But Jules continued to fuck her mouth, and she couldn't stop licking him. To her shock, she didn't care that Tersch was in the room. In fact, she wanted him to watch, to see how she pleasured her mate.

Jules snarled. “I told you—”

“Yeah, yeah, not to bug you unless I'm on fire,” Tersch rasped. “Well, I'm not.

But Jack and Melissa's place is. Does that count?”

* * *

“Yeah, it's burning. You want me to engage?”

Ricardo Montaña smiled and toyed with his mustache as he spoke into the speaker. “No. Not yet.”

“What about the couple? I have them in the van. Bring them in or kill them?”

Ricardo thought about it. “Break a few of Jack Keiser's limbs to let the Circs know we mean business. I want the Dawn Endeavor team panicked. And I want them to have some doubts about their new houseguest. Give Melissa Sheridan's message.”

“Will do.” The Circ disconnected the call.

Ricardo Montaña pressed a button on his phone and stared at the device, lost in thought. For two long months, he'd waited. He'd planned, he'd cursed, he'd killed.

Still, nothing took the edge off. He'd grown accustomed to Sheridan's presence in her time at the compound. He liked watching her at all hours without her being aware. His possession, she belonged to him. And now she'd been stolen by a dickhead Circ without a true appreciation for what she could do. Healing was the least of Sheridan's worth. Ricardo had chosen her to breed his children. A privilege many would kill for, yet he'd been minutes away from bestowing it on the bitch.

Finally ready to start his legacy to the world, he'd had everything in place.

And then they'd fucked him over.

He'd publicly disemboweled Pedro to discourage future mutiny among the men. He'd tightened security as well as his hold over the rogue Circs, increasing the dosage of their “vitamins” Manoel had improved.

Despite the chaos of Sheridan's escape, he had a good idea of what had gone down. Pedro had disabled the security. Raul and Grayson, two of his strongest rogues, had gone after Sheridan, but either the mutant or Hawkins had killed the other rogues he'd sent after them as well as Raul, and they'd nearly taken Grayson.

Luckily, Grayson had a brain in his thick skull, and he'd reported back to Ricardo and followed Sheridan out of the country. At this very moment, Grayson continued to keep tabs on the stupid
puta
. Elena hadn't survived Ricardo's fury either when he'd discovered Sheridan gone. Because of her jealousy, he'd lost his opportunity to breed strong sons with Sheridan.

He snorted. As if Elena could have kept him satisfied. Women like her could be found in every port in every city. But Sheridan had something none of them did. She had power, the ability to heal. He'd only suspected, but after she'd healed Hawkins not once, but
twice
, she'd shown her ability to be even stronger than he'd imagined.

Bringing her to his compound had been a huge test—an exercise in restraint on his part. He'd hoped she might show him some gratitude, even loyalty.

She'd failed miserably.

“Ricardo?” a voice called through the intercom. Ken Williams, his new chief of security. The rogue had a sadistic penchant for blood that Ricardo appreciated.

“Yes, Ken?”

“We've lost another Circ. He's mutated. Should I cage him with the others or put him down?”

Ricardo frowned. The control drug didn't seem to be working as well as it should, unless this batch of rogue Circs was tainted. Considering his boss had paired him with this group, he couldn't be sure. “Kill him. I need functioning muscle, not a mindless killer.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Patch me through to Dr. Silva.”

“Hold on, sir.”

Ricardo waited until he heard Manoel's tired voice. “Yes?”

“Any luck with Hawkins's blood?”

Manoel sighed. “No. I need more. I was so close to perfecting the invisibility formula, but then a few rogues lost control in the lab. They fought and destroyed my last test. I need another forty milliliters of blood, as well as a fresh skin sample.”

“I have men on-site, but I can't move yet.”
I can’t chance them hurting the
future mother of my sons. Not until she’s conceived and bred my children, at least.

“So have you found her?”

“Yes. As we thought, she eventually showed up in North Carolina. Business unfinished with Hawkins, I take it.” Ricardo didn't like that at all. He'd replayed her interactions with the bastard so many times, he could see their meetings replay in his mind's eye. Hell, he could almost feel her small hands pumping Hawkins's cock, could taste the warm spice of her breath, the way he had just a couple months ago.

His arousal stirred, the recollection of those full breasts under his own palms exciting him. He couldn't deny how stimulating it had been to finally show Sheridan how it would be between them. And having her watch as he fucked Elena had been so good.

Manoel called his name, and he forced himself to pay attention. Ricardo sighed. “What now?”

“I want to run tests on Sheridan as well. When do you think you'll have her again?”

“Soon, Manoel. But first we'll scare them, show Dawn Endeavor they're not as safe and secure as they think they are. There's nowhere they can run that I can't reach.” Ricardo smiled, grateful to that DC asshole he was forced to call
el jefe
—the boss—well, at least for now. “I'm keeping a team on them while we run this next shipment of the drug. But we need to see progress, amigo.”

“
No hay problema
. I got word that one of London's psychics convulsed and died just moments ago after trying to use his gift. And it was all thanks to us and our 'wonder drug.'”

Ricardo hoped el jefe would be happy enough with this latest test result. The asshole always wanted more, and he knew the risks they took to smuggle the drug onto US soil. Admiral London's psychics had just moved from Washington DC to Quantico, Virginia, home of not only the US Marine Corps but the Federal Bureau of Investigation as well. Despite the security in the area, Manoel had managed to infect one of London's men. Ricardo wanted to crow his victory to one and all.

“The man was a telekinetic. Word has it the secret project no one's supposed to know about might die before it begins,” Manoel said in a smug voice.

“Good. One less problem to deal with.”
Now I just have those fucking Dawn
Endeavor Circs to take care of. Well, them and el jefe.

“I'll keep you informed. I sent you a video of the test, so when the boss calls, you'll be able to give him details.”

And that's why Ricardo treasured Manoel. He didn't complain, he could be trusted, and he stayed one step ahead of everyone else.

Ricardo smiled. “Good work. I'll get back to you as we know more. And I'll try to get you the samples you need soon. Give me a few days,
sí
?”

“Okay.” Manoel hung up, and Ricardo decided to reward himself for a job well done.

He punched in a few buttons and waited to hear Ken's voice again.

“Sir?”

“I need a woman. Send her up, pronto.”

“Sure thing.” Ken hung up.

Ricardo didn't have to wait long. He pushed back from his chair and dragged a whip off his wall. Caressing the braided leather gave him a hard-on, and he imagined using it on Sheridan before he fucked her until she screamed.

A knock came on the door. “Come in.” The petite redhead who awaited him, dressed in nothing but pale pink panties, resembled Sheridan, except for the brown eyes. Not bad. Not bad at all. He cracked the whip and the redhead jumped, fear flashing over her innocent face.

Ken Williams deserved a raise.

“Come here, you little whore. And do what Master tells you to.” The tears in her eyes made everything that much sweeter, and Ricardo unleashed the whip with a fire in his belly and a burn in his soul.

“I don't know what happened.” Jack Keiser swore as Sheridan laid her hands on his arm. They occupied the couch in the family room off the kitchen. He flinched, then sighed as his bones knit together and the bruising in his muscles faded. “One minute Melissa and I were getting ready for bed. The next three big guys jumped me. I looked over, and Melissa was gone.”

He grimaced and glanced at his wife, who wept in Mrs. Sharpe's arms. She kept taking small glances at Jules in his
changed
form. The team didn't often change in front of Melissa or Jack.

Jules regretted alarming her more, but he'd be damned if he'd be less than prepared if the bastards returned.

“I don't know why the alarm didn't go off.” Olivia shrugged at her husband, a perplexed frown on her face. “It's state of the art, and there's no way anyone should have been able to get through without alerting us. I checked it, and the system is still working. It had to have been disabled for the intruders to come onto the property, but I don't see how they did it. Only Jack, Melissa, and I know the codes.

If they'd been broken by outside means, they'd have tripped a small alarm only I knew about.”

“So how the fuck did they get on the grounds?” Tersch asked, breathing hard.

Jules and Hayashi exchanged a glance. Hayashi and Morgan had taken over the task of keeping an eye on Tersch, and Jules now saw firsthand Tersch's burning anger to hunt down the assholes responsible and tear them apart. Stepping closer to Tersch, Jules put a hand on his shoulder and gripped tight, trying to reassure Tersch all would be well. “We'll get them. Jack, step me through it.” He watched Sheridan circle to the other side of the couch to reach Jack's right leg, which also showed signs of trauma.