Dawn Endeavor 4: Gunnar's Game (3 page)

“Come on, Jules.” Tersch was so hard, he wanted to explode. He lowered his trousers but remained standing, needing to be disciplined. Needing to be loved.

“Lesson number one. I own you. Lesson number two, I don't want to hear you.” Jules glanced at Fallon, who smiled widely. The bastards were speaking in their heads, and it didn't look good for Tersch.

Jules shoved Tersch forward. Off balance because of his pants, he landed hard on his hands and knees.

Fallon followed him, rounding to his front as he dropped to his knees. “Perfect.

Don't talk. Just open your mouth.”

Centered on the hard, shiny cock waiting on him, Tersch leaned forward and took it in his mouth.

Fallon's sigh and the faint scent of mint, Fallon's telltale sign of arousal, increased his own. He moaned and took Fallon's huge shaft to the back of his throat, loving the musky scent of his need.

“Oh man, I'm not gonna last,” Fallon said on a breath and began fucking Tersch's mouth.

Then a light scent of cinnamon teased, and large hands cupped his ass while someone knelt behind him. Hayashi. “A nice, tight ass. I like his legs bound together by the pants.” Hayashi's cock prodded his anus, pushing and teasing, before he slid his thick shaft inside Tersch with ease. Hayashi clenched Tersch's hips tight and shuddered. “God, I love this.”

Full, Tersch allowed himself to be taken, glorying in the sense of communion as his friends strove to find fulfillment.

Jules stood next to him and murmured, “That's right. They come, but you don't.” His team leader gripped his long hair tight. Normally Tersch's blond hair barely reached his shoulders, but when he
changed
, it lightened almost to white and came to the small of his back.

“Oh fuck, I'm coming,” Fallon said on a breath.

“Fill him up,” Jules murmured.

Fallon groaned and spewed, the rush of seed hitting the back of Tersch's throat and filling his mouth. Tasting his fellow Circ, taking the essence of his teammates into his body, sated Tersch's strong need for acceptance.

Fallon pulled away before he'd finished coming, and Jules milked the rest of Fallon's cum from his shaft.

“So good,” Hayashi moaned and fucked him harder, the burn of his fat cock even better.

Tersch needed relief from his own aching sex, but he couldn't get there, not yet. Not enough pain, no push to shove his libido further over the crest into climax.

Hayashi shoved hard once more and came, sighing as he unloaded.

“Good.” Jules approved, and he let go of Fallon to embrace Hayashi. The sound of a kiss made Tersch clench that cock tight in his ass.

Hayashi hissed and raked Tersch's ass with his claws.

“Oh yeah,” Tersch rumbled, almost purring with delight.

“No, pull out, Kisho. I have a treat for our boy.” Jules's deep voice was husky with desire. “Stay close, you two,” he said to Fallon and Hayashi. “He's going to need more.”

Tersch didn't see if Fallon and Hayashi took his advice, because he was suddenly shoved over onto his back, his legs still captured by his trousers.

“That's nice.” Jules straddled his face, his hairless cock huge and flushed, his balls tight. “Now you're going to suck me until you gag, Viking. But first, you're going to apologize for disobeying orders.”

Tersch got off on the submission. They both knew he could defeat Jules in a hand-to-hand fight. But Jules's dominance was unquestioned. Tersch bowed to him, to the commander and savvy hunter who led Dawn Endeavor. Jules knew just how much pain he needed to be free of his cravings.

“I'm waiting,” Jules growled.

“I'm sorry, Jules. I won't do it again.” Not so obviously, at least.

“Open up.” Jules didn't treat him gently. He rammed his cock between Tersch's lips, literally gagging him as he fucked his mouth. Unlike Fallon, who'd slid in and out with a gradual rhythm, Jules pummeled hard, the hurt oh so good.

Tersch moaned around that cock, so needy, so painfully hard. Yet Jules didn't stop. He shoved down hard with his pelvis, nearly cutting off Tersch's airway as he sought release. Then claws, Hayashi's or Fallon's, gouged one of Tersch's shoulders, holding him down. The bite of pain was more than welcome.

Tersch felt a small spurt at his cock and knew he wouldn't last much longer.

One touch on his dick and he'd lose it.

“That's it. Take my cock to the back of that strong throat. Good boy.” Jules leaned back and ran his claws over the bloodied streaks in Tersch's shoulder. Then he let go to wrap his fingers in Tersch's hair. “Like gold. Like I'm fucking gold,” Jules growled as he shoved his cock deeper.

Tersch choked and grasped the back of Jules's ass for more. And then he felt a hot mouth around his own cock. Felt the press of fangs and a tongue over his shaft.

Thick fingers suddenly pressed at his already slick hole, and he fought to hold on.

“I come first,” Jules whispered and dug into his wounded shoulder, a satin promise of pain should Tersch disobey.

Tersch struggled to hold on while his entire body screamed at him to release.

A strangled groan, and Jules was coming into his mouth. The cum ran over Tersch's lips as he swallowed as fast as he was able.

“That's it,” Jules whispered and shafted his mouth a few more time. “Come for me, Gunnar. Now.”

Suction increased around Tersch's cock, and a third finger stretched his hole.

Fangs scraped his shaft, and he couldn't breathe, his mouth still hugging Jules's flesh before Jules pulled out and stood.

The explosion hit him, and he let out a hoarse yell.

His orgasm struck hard, and he came and came, writhing in ecstasy as one of them swallowed his cream. He felt jets of warm sperm hit his legs, his belly, and he blinked up to see Jules unloading more cum onto his chest while Fallon jacked off as well.

He could barely catch his breath as satisfaction consumed him.

Hayashi licked the last bit of seed from his cock and stood, his hand around his own erection that flagged, slick with moisture.

Tersch's eyes suddenly burned, a well of emotion drowning him from out of nowhere. So much pleasure, and all centered on him. He blinked rapidly to halt mortifying tears. “Thanks,” he said gruffly, too spent to move.

Jules leaned down and kissed him, the affectionate caress more than needed.

“You're mine.” He straightened. “All of you. Don't forget it.” Jules's low voice sounded threatening, but each of them smiled.

“Hard to forget with you ordering us around all the time,” Fallon teased.

“Yeah. Especially when you remind us like this.” Hayashi grinned, his gaze joyous. “And thanks. This is going to make Morgan nuts later. You wouldn't believe how creative he can get in bed if he thinks he's missed out on something with the team.”

Jules smiled. “I'll visit you two tomorrow night, after we get back. Wouldn't want your boy to feel left out.”

“I heard that,” Morgan yelled from the woods. “Cocksuckers.” Tersch snickered. Replete, exhausted, and finally able to tamp down all his aggression, he slowly made his way to his feet and pulled up his trousers. In the back of his mind, he couldn't help wondering what Ava would think of this, and how she'd feel under him.

His good mood left him, because he knew he'd never find out.

* * *

Ava Belle grimaced at the woman she'd spent a lifetime trying to please. Alicia Sharpe, currently known as an all-around ball breaker, had recently returned from a meeting in Washington and was smiling at something Olivia said.
Don’t do it,
Olivia. Don’t get suckered in by those soft brown eyes and feminine charm. That
woman is a shark.

Her grandmother turned to wink at her, and Ava gritted her teeth.

Grandmother
was an affectionate term for the woman several generations her senior. Hell, Ava's mother had called Alicia grandmother. None of the family really knew how old she was, only that she'd been around for a long time. Nothing about Alicia was normal; then again, Ava couldn't claim to be average on a good day.

She liked to think of her small frame as petite with curves, though her ass seemed to get more than its share of attention. Gunnar especially liked looking at it…when he wasn't avoiding her. She scowled, needing to unload her frustrations on the actual source of her bad mood.

If she believed half the things both men and women said to her, Ava had a breathtaking beauty, a figure that put swimsuit models to shame, and an astonishing capacity to render the male of the species speechless with a smile.

Funny, but none of her positive attributes seemed to make an impact on her absent, stubborn-as-hell
mate.

She stomped from the kitchen, where Olivia and Sheridan, Jules's new mate, soon-to-be bride, and expectant mother, were laughing at something her grandmother said. Sure, the younger women could afford to be happy. They were mated, pregnant, and looking forward to their men returning today.

Lately, Ava had only to meet Gunnar's gaze to send the man racing away in a panic. “Tough guy, my ass,” she muttered as she strode down the hall toward her own office.

“Yo, Ava, wait up.” Keegan Price, one of the dozen psychics now assigned to the protection detail working the house, called out to her.

Ava swore under her breath as she slowed down and turned. Keegan wasn't a bad guy. Hell, a few years ago, they'd even dated once or twice. It wasn't his fault he reminded her too much of the man currently avoiding her. Keegan had height, brawn, intelligence, and the psychic wherewithal to tear a body apart with nothing more than his mind. Her grandmother's new favorite secret weapon. Ava thought Alicia might like Keegan almost as much as she liked the Circs. What that really meant, she had no idea, nor did she want to know.

She sighed. “Yes?”

“Now, honey, don't be like that.” Keegan grinned, and she imagined him tipping up a cowboy hat if he'd been allowed to wear one in the house. Regulations stipulated that the guards all wear a standard uniform of black boots, trousers, and black shirts. As if Ava or the others would have a hard time distinguishing their new bodyguards from the Circs that lived in the mansion.

“What do you want, Keegan? I have things to do.” His good-old-boy grin faded. “You okay?”

She wished he would stop being nice. Ava didn't do well with nice, which was probably why she and Mr. Avoidance complemented each other so well. “No, I'm not.

I have to deal with the fallout from the Keisers. Remember them? The husband-and-wife handyman and housekeeper who tried to kill Morgan over two weeks ago?”

“Yeah, about that—”

“I have several meetings between Mrs. Sharpe, Mr. Anderson, and a few House Committee lackeys in DC to coordinate.”

“Right, but—”

“And the Circs are due home today, so we need someone to cook, clean up around here, and make sense of all this housekeeping shit.” She glared when his eyes narrowed. “So if you're here to whine about the new tasks set before your team, don't bother.”

He opened his mouth and closed it with a snap. “Fuck.” He swore more under his breath as he turned on his heel and walked away. In his wake, a vase on a nearby table shattered, dribbling water, flowers, and pottery shards to the floor.

Terrific. One more mess for his boys to clean up.

Ava understood his plight but didn't have time to care. His men had been assigned to Circ central to protect the Circs and their mates from the outside threat intent on killing and/or using them for further Circ experiments. Unfortunately, until Ava found a replacement for the Keisers, Keegan's men were currently cooking and working as handymen as well as protecting. Their one trustworthy housekeeper could only keep up with so much.

She hurried to her office before someone else stopped her. Most of the guards Admiral London had assigned them had even tempers, but a few put her on edge.

She could deal with telepaths and empaths. Guarding her thoughts and feelings from others came naturally. But the telekinetics and pyrokinetics took skill to deal with. Men who could move things with their minds or start fires with a thought made powerful enemies. Keegan had a temper but had the self-control to handle himself. She glanced at the vase and amended. He
usually
had self-control.

Unlike some people I might name
. Bright blue eyes set in an unforgiving face stared back at her in memory, and she sighed, more than missing Gunnar, that arrogant idiot.

Once inside her office, Ava moved immediately to her desk chair and began working. For an hour, she made appointments, cancelled meetings, and coordinated with Mr. Robert Anderson, Alicia's new favorite contact in the Pentagon. Lately they'd been meeting weekly. What her grandmother and Anderson talked about was anyone's guess, but Ava had too much to concentrate on in this place to worry about the grand scheme of things.

Schemes were why they paid her grandmother the big bucks.

She snorted. If the men up north knew just who they were talking to, they'd shit a brick. Alicia might look like a professional woman in designer business suits and pearls, but the older woman could kick serious ass any day of the week.

Knowing that helped keep Ava's temper in check, because every time she thought about all she'd endured waiting for Gunnar to catch up to her, she wanted to pound something. She knew it was unfair to blame Olivia or Sheridan for having slept with him. Hell, the entire Circ team had fucked Gunnar. Ava should have been incensed, and she was…at herself. If she'd claimed him all those months ago, she could have spared herself the jealousy. But she hadn't, and her mate had needed Circ contact. Who was she to blame him for seeking ease in the Circs who loved and accepted him? Oddly enough, she didn't begrudge Gunnar the time he spent with his team. It was the intimacy he'd shared with the females that bugged the crap out of her.

Alicia Sharpe, you seriously owe me for this.

“Ava, dear, you have work to do. Focus on today, and tomorrow will come.”

“Dammit.” Ava hadn't intended for her grandmother to hear that. Trust the old woman to know every damned thing that happened in this place.

Ava tried to throw herself back into work, but after another twenty minutes, she gave up. She couldn't concentrate past Frederik Gunnar Tersch. The biggest pain in her ass she'd ever met, and the only man she wanted more than life itself.