Dawn Endeavor 3: Julian's Jeopardy (24 page)

“You can't do that at the mansion?”

“Yeah, I can.” She admitted. “Well, what about us?” She lowered her voice and leaned closer. “Are you still going to have sex with the others while we're together?” The outrage he might have expected to appear on her face didn't. Instead, anticipation made the scent of her arousal so damned alluring.

“Yeah, we might. Sometimes, if I'm away from you on a mission, and it's just the guys, we'll do what we have to.” His vision brightened, and he knew she had to be seeing his
changed
pupils. “And sometimes we'll play at home, just for fun. As my mate, you'll have to establish yourself. The men might be okay with you, but if they're not, we'll send them a message.”

She swallowed hard, and his cock swelled with need.

“We?”

“Yeah. Ever been stuffed full, baby? Ever had your mouth taken while someone pounded into your pussy? Or had your ass and pussy filled at the same time?”

She blinked at him, and he saw the flash of her beast watching with keen attention. “No.”

“Well, we'll have to remedy that.”

Sexual tension filled the sudden silence between them.

Someone cleared their throat nearby, and Jules glanced up to see Olivia standing by their table. She focused on their uneaten salads. A smile played at the corner of her mouth. “Um, you guys need to go. We have to leave.”

“Why?” Sheridan asked.

“Because you pushed Hayashi into a mating frenzy, and he barely made it into the SUV with Morgan before they needed to 'share some love.'” Jules grinned. “What about you?”

Olivia glanced at him with a smile. “I'm feeling it, but it's tempered by the baby, I think. Jesse is waiting for me, though. We don't want to leave you here by yourselves.”

“We're not alone. Tersch is here.”

Jules frowned at Sheridan. “What?”

“I saw Tersch when we walked in. He's with someone sitting around the corner. Out of sight, I guess.”

Jules had specifically told Tersch to stay home to watch after Mrs. Sharpe and Ava. A test to see if the big guy was having trouble following orders again. “Olivia, go on back with Fallon. Sheridan and I will round up Tersch and head back as well.” Olivia nodded. “I just wanted to say congratulations.” She laughed at the flush on Sheridan's cheeks. “The love between you two is so strong, it makes me want to laugh and cry at the same time. I'm so happy for you guys.” The pleasure on Sheridan's face made up for Tersch's blatant disregard for orders. Almost.

“Thanks.” Jules stood and accepted Olivia's bouncy hug. Sheridan did the same. Then he wrapped his arm around Sheridan's shoulders and squeezed, inhaling the warm scent of his mate.

After Olivia darted back to Fallon, Sheridan murmured, “Wow, she's walled a band of positive energy around the baby. I can't wait to see how he turns out.”

“He?” Jules wondered at his mate's abilities.

“Definitely a boy. And won't he be adorable with Jesse for a dad and Olivia for a mom? Good genes.”

Jules kissed her. “Imagine what ours will look like.” He inhaled and tensed at the same moment she did. That subtle variation in her scent. It spooked him.

“Oh, wow. Is that possible now, since I'm like you?” Sheridan looked shocked.

They had never used protection. His claiming of her had been more than intense. It had been
thorough.

They reached Tersch's booth, a perfect distraction.
A baby
. Oh, man. He was ready to be a father, but… Jules forced himself to speak in an even voice. “Tersch.

What a surprise. I thought you were supposed to be home.”

“Dude, you don't look so good.” Tersch stood and grabbed his arm.

The man with him in the booth wore a baseball hat and seemed to shrink into himself. Quietly he said, “I'll see you back at the house,” and scooted out from the booth.

Sheridan gasped, and Jules immediately turned to her.

“What's wrong?” Had she finally felt that stirring of life within her? She'd seemed to accept her feelings for him, but would this sudden descent into motherhood be too much to bear?

“I'm fine. Great. Let's go home.”

Jules shrugged off Tersch's hand. “I'm fine, Tersch. But you're not going to be.

The three of us are going home to have a nice, long talk together.” Tersch shrugged. “Whatever.”

But an hour later, once back in Jules's bedroom, Tersch's casual disregard for Jules's orders faded under a more aggressive tone.

“Dude, you don't see what she is? She's trouble.” Tersch glared at Sheridan, who glared right back.

Jules wanted to praise her for not bowing under Tersch's anger, but he had to deal with Tersch first. He could feel the Circ's tension and knew what provoked him. Tersch suffered from their current mating heat and from the recent distance from Jules. Though the team had been together working to find Montaña, Jules hadn't sexually bonded with any of them since Sheridan's arrival. With the others mated, they could go to their partners for repletion. Jules knew Tersch hadn't gone to anyone.

Jules glanced at Sheridan. He could only hope she wouldn't have a problem with what he needed to do. Because accepting him meant accepting the team.

Talking about the mating heat was one thing, but seeing and participating in it was another.

“Sheridan's my mate, Tersch. We're getting married.” She smiled.

Thank God
. Unfortunately, Tersch showed no such pleasure, and Jules growled, “I think it's about time I reminded you of your place.”

“Oh? Going to fuck me up the ass?” Tersch sneered, his gaze challenging as it rested on Sheridan.

She shared a look with Jules that he immediately understood. Her beast asked permission to come out and play. He couldn't wait and nodded to her. “Oh yeah. Do it.”

Jules grabbed Tersch and shoved him back against the wall. “Don't move, you bastard. You wanted our attention. Now you have it.”

“What 'our'?”

“Please.” Jules took a good whiff of Tersch's ripe need. “You're hot. And fucking hard. I'm not blind.” Jules palmed Tersch's cock, satisfied when the big man groaned. “You need to be taken in hand.”

“By you, not her,” Tersch rasped, but Jules saw his friend's hungry stare narrow on Jules's mate, as if the berserker couldn't help himself.

Jules asked her, “Remember what I told you earlier, baby? About being filled?” She nodded, the flash of wildness in her eyes a welcome reminder of how well they fit together. Her beast raced out to play. She unzipped her sundress, which fell to the floor, kicked off her sandals, and stood in nothing but a thong. Her nails lengthened as he watched.

“Christ.” Tersch ground his cock against Jules's hand. “She's beautiful,” he grudgingly admitted as Sheridan stepped out of her thong and fully
changed.

Jules yanked Tersch's clothing off until he stood naked. Then Jules took off his clothes and
changed
as well.

“You stay as you are,” Jules commanded. “No beast. Not yet.”

“But—”

“You do as you're told,” Sheridan's gravelly voice echoed. She approached and sniffed Tersch's chest. Even
changed
, she only came to Tersch's pecs. But she'd filled out everywhere.

Her breasts pressed against Tersch as she leaned closer, and he groaned.

“Look at her tits.
My
tits,” Jules growled at Tersch. He left Tersch and stepped behind Sheridan. He cupped her breasts and then made her drag them across Tersch's flesh. “Her nipples are pretty, aren't they?”

“Yeah,” Tersch whispered.

“Tasty too.” Jules shoved his erection between Sheridan's ass cheeks and slid through the crease. “She's a hot one. My mate. She's important to me. She's not the enemy.”

“No,” Tersch agreed. “Not the enemy. God, you smell good, Sheridan.” He leaned down to lick her, and Jules grabbed him by the hair and slammed his head back, sandwiching Sheridan between them.

He snarled. “She's mine. You're fucking mine. You obey orders, Gunnar. Why were you at the restaurant?”

Sheridan paid little attention to him as her beast toyed with Tersch. She ran her hands up and down his body and caressed his cock. Jules saw and felt Tersch tense, but the Viking didn't touch Sheridan again.

“Thought you might have some trouble. Wanted to protect you,” Tersch rumbled, his beast obviously wanting to come out.

“Keep it in,” Jules warned. “I told you I was fine. The others were there.

Sheridan was there. I'm not fragile. I'm not going to disappear again.” Tersch growled, and Jules slammed his head back against the wall.

“Fucking listen to me.
I’m
in charge. You do what you're told when you're told.” Their gazes remained locked for a full minute. Then Tersch finally submitted.

He closed his eyes and turned his head, exposing his throat.

“Good.” Jules nodded Sheridan to the bed and yanked Tersch forward. To Sheridan, he ordered, “Lie down and spread your legs.” She grinned, exposing her canines. But before she moved to the bed, she turned and kissed him. Jules lost his grip on Tersch, his entire focus on Sheridan.

When she broke away and sauntered to the bed, he panted, watching her with a combination of love and lust he could almost see, as if the world took on a violet hue to match what he felt.

Tersch hadn't moved. “Fuck. She's yours. I get it. I really get it,” Tersch said in amazement. “Can you smell it? Her beast, it's yours. Like Hayashi and Morgan, man. She pulled a part of you into her. I think she's Circ because of you.” Jules considered his explanation, which made a weird kind of sense. Sheridan had admitted she wasn't Circ, yet she'd adapted to suit him. An exchange of energy, thanks to her ability to heal?

“Olivia doesn't smell like Fallon. She smells claimed by Fallon,” Tersch grumbled in a low voice, leaning closer to Jules as they watched Sheridan's toned legs spread wider on the bed. “Such a wet pussy, Jules. Your mate is smokin'.”

“Yeah, she is. But be gentle. She's a part of me, Gunnar.”
And she’s carrying a
part of me
. He whispered what he suspected to Tersch.

“Damn. First Fallon, now you?” Tersch smiled with visible pleasure before he replaced it with a mock frown. “I ain't changing diapers.” Jules shoved him forward. “
Change
. Slowly. I want Sheridan to watch you do it.” To Sheridan he said, “Watch, baby. Tersch is going to show you all of him. He's your protector now too. Never be afraid of him.”

“Jules, I don't want to scare her, but—”

Jules came up behind him, hugged Tersch's back to his front, and bit him hard on his shoulder.

Tersch swore as Jules marked him, showing him where he belonged. The pain spiked Tersch's arousal, and to Jules's pleased surprise, his mate's as well.

“She likes my dominance,” he murmured before focusing his attention on Sheridan again. “Show us how much you like my Viking, baby. Let me see that cream.” Jules rubbed his massive cock against Tersch's ass, sliding between his cheeks.

Over Tersch's shoulder, he saw his mate slide her finger inside herself.

“Oh yeah. More,” Tersch pressed back against Jules, humping Jules's shaft.

“Not yet. Not until you do what I told you to.
Change
, you bastard. We do this my way,” Jules growled.

Tersch moaned and began to
change.

“See, baby? You're exciting our friend. Tersch is big, bigger than me. And when he's gone berserker, he's a monster. But he's
our
monster.” He nudged Tersch's ass and was pleased to scent the Circ's thickening arousal, the strong smell of cedar and musk wrapping around them.

Sheridan moaned. “You smell good. Both of you.” She played with her taut clit, excited and not hiding it.

“Watch this.” Tersch preened, his beast showing off for his leader's mate. Jules felt the subtle growth that turned his friend into a behemoth Circ of muscle and flesh and bone.

Tersch's skin turned darker, and his skin cells enlarged and overlapped like scales. The long, thick mane of his blond hair turned almost white. His claws hooked at the ends, as tough as steel and as sharp as blades. The blaze of his blue eyes grew sharper and brighter, bisected by slim pupils that could see so much more in this state.

“Oh, so strong,” Sheridan murmured, though her gaze continued to linger on Jules, letting his beast see her devotion, her love.

Jules rocked against Tersch as Sheridan continued to exude her own unique scent, unable to stop his instinct to take.

“Want to taste her.” Tersch's low voice sounded more animal than man.

They both knew if Tersch wanted to, he could take Jules and break him in half. It wouldn't be easy, but Tersch's incredible gift couldn't be denied. It was a testament to Tersch's loyalty and Jules's leadership that Tersch willfully followed him.

“Ask her.”

Sheridan answered before Tersch could ask. “Please. Lick me, Gunnar. I want to feel your tongue on me.”

The Viking joined her in a hurry and buried his head between her thighs.

Seeing his friend go down on his mate felt right. The jealousy Jules would have felt in any other circumstance didn't factor here. He needed to help his friend, and he wanted to share the love he felt for his mate.

“That's it. Lick her up nice, and while you do, I'm going to give you what you've been begging for.”

Sheridan moaned and ran her hands through Tersch's long hair.

“Yeah, Sheridan. I'm going to fuck him hard while he eats you out. That turn you on, baby?”

“Yes.” She arched up, her breasts full, her nipples tight, as Tersch licked her juices.

“She tastes good, hmm?” Jules rasped as he fingered Tersch's hole.

The Circ rubbed his head between Sheridan's thighs and tilted his ass higher, waiting for Jules to fill it.

Jules slid the natural oil he exuded all over his shaft. Slick with lust, it swelled and ached. Kneeling between Tersch's feet, he positioned himself at Tersch's rim and eased inside. As he did, he reached around Tersch and cupped his sac.

The large male groaned and shuddered as Jules sank balls-deep. Tersch felt impossibly tight. The vise of his ass gripping Jules was almost too much to bear.

“Fuck. You feel good. So hot and tight, Gunnar. He's hot for me, and for you, Sheridan,” Jules said on a breath as he began pounding inside Tersch. He made it rough, giving Tersch the hurt the Circ needed.