Dawn Endeavor 1: Fallon's Flame by Marie Harte (best love novels of all time TXT) 📗

Waves of affection and something more, possession and a claiming, settled over her body and mind, now a part of her she could no longer separate.

Gunnar's hands held her hips and reached for Jesse's. Jules came forward and stroked Jesse's back. She could feel it. Joining Jesse, she now experienced everything he did, and the magnified desire unleashed a torrent of ecstasy.

She cried out at the beauty and sheer heat filling her. The utter rapture of belonging took her to another plane entirely.

Dimly aware of Gunnar grunting as he stiffened and came inside her, of Jules's encouragement as he stood behind Jesse, she centered only on her mate and waited for him to join her.

“Mine, baby. All mine,” he agreed as he surged one final time and shuddered. Pouring his seed, he didn't stop, coming inside her until his cum spilled over her and onto Gunnar, who shifted and groaned again. He pulsed inside her as Jesse withdrew and milked the rest of his passion over her belly.

When he finished, he gently kissed her and pulled away, taking her with him. Gunnar left her body, and she moaned as the emptiness returned. Jesse shifted to stand behind her, still caging her with his heat.

And then Jules was there, kissing her, nipping at her breasts.

“Accept me, accept him,” Jesse murmured, stroking her hair as Jules laid claim to the body the others had used.

Soothing warmth filled her as Jesse's leader became hers. Family, friends, brothers, and lovers. Indefinable by mere words, Jesse's relationship with these men would never cease, and Olivia recognized and accepted their importance.

She relaxed into Jules's hold, allowing him to lay her back down.

He fit himself inside her, pistoning with greater and greater speed. So thick, so hard. But before he came, he lifted his head and stared down into her eyes. His command unnerved her, and she glanced away, right into Jesse's loving eyes.

“That's it. Show him your throat,” Jesse said, his voice guttural with need. She saw his clear arousal, his cock once again hard and wet.

“Good girl,” Jules whispered. His breathing increased, and he pulled out, groaning as he jetted over her belly, leaving a huge mess all over her. Gunnar leaned close and jerked Jules's cock until he was fully spent.

Then, to her astonishment, both men kissed her and left the room.

Jesse pulled her to her feet and carried her into the adjoining bathroom. He turned on the shower and kissed her, no words necessary between them.

At that moment, right then, she understood.

She'd become one of them. And Jesse was elated. She didn't know how to feel, or even if she could, because the needs that had bound her to three men centered around one man. To her surprise, desire bloomed anew.

They stepped into the shower and started all over again.

Olivia ignored her doubts and fears. Instead she purred with pleasure as her lover showed her why he deserved her complete surrender.

* * *

“Holy shit.” Tersch leaned against the wall outside Jules's door. “They're going at it again.”

“Mates. A female Circ.” Jules couldn't begin to describe his deep satisfaction with the events that had just unfolded. “You realize what this means?”

“No wonder the other Circs were so damned possessive about their mates. That woman nearly killed me.” He stroked his now-flaccid cock. “I came so hard in that fine ass, Jules. You don't know.” He groaned when Jules covered his hand.

“I do know. If she hadn't belonged to Fallon, I would have coated her womb with my seed.

I think Sharpe somehow knew about this.”

“No way.”

“Come on. Even you can't be that dense.”

Tersch glared.

“Olivia isn't a linguist. This mission in Brazil should have gone to Doc's men up north.

Why the hell do you think we have it?”

“Fuck Circe's Recruits. We're good to go on this. Why should they have all the fun?”

“Think, Viking. They're solid. All mated, all stable. They'd be in and out of the lab without worrying about a civilian. Do you honestly believe I'd take Olivia with us if Hayashi hadn't seen it? I don't care what Sharpe says. I'd never take an innocent woman into harm's way, no matter how many languages she speaks. We've always made do before. We could function without Olivia on this one.”

“True,” Tersch said slowly. “So you think Alicia maneuvered this whole thing to see the fireworks between Olivia and Fallon?”

To Jules's surprise, Tersch sounded worried. “What's wrong? I thought you liked Olivia.”

“I do.”

“If I'm right about this, Fallon won't suffer from the mating heat anymore. I don't know about you, but holding it back has been taking its toll.” Tersch nodded. “I didn't want to admit it. Hayashi seems okay.”

“He's not. He's been having some bad dreams.”

“That why he's not here today?” Jules looked at him, and Tersch colored. “Oh come on. I know chicks aren't his thing. But he'd be here for Fallon if needed.”

“I know. But he wasn't needed. Olivia submitted to me. She now knows her place.” Tersch frowned. “So why was I there?”

Jules had him by the throat in seconds. He ignored the Viking's gasp. “So you know your place. Olivia belongs to Fallon. You play with her when he says so. Not on your own,” Jules growled to make certain Tersch understood the warning. The large male had a problem with anger, which occasionally led to problems with authority. With a squad as small as theirs, Jules's leadership stood out, but the remaining three members played on an equal field. Sometimes Tersch forgot that fact and tried to take over.

“Shit, Jules. I get it,” he rasped. “Can I have my throat back?” Jules let him go. “Just think. If Sharpe did this, she might be able to find women for the rest of us.”

“Except for Hayashi,” Tersch grumbled.

Jules narrowed in on the anxiety he could see around the large Circ. “What's wrong?”

“Nothing. Just don't expect me to be thankful for trouble I don't need. I don't want a mate.

I'm happy with