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

The slide of his pelvis grazed Fallon's cock time and time again, teasing while promising an end to his ever-growing need. He heard Tersch yell out his release and groaned, wanting to come as well.

“That's it. Ease that ass around me,” Jules growled. “God, I needed this.”

“Me too.”

Jules kissed Fallon again, shoving his tongue inside Fallon's mouth, sweeping and stroking while he continued to ram inside him, digging for purchase in a body that could never reward him with child for such. But that wouldn't stop Jules from filling him all the same.

The scent of Jules—a mix of vanilla and grass and man—hit Fallon hard.

“Christ yes.” Jules gasped as he shuddered and stilled inside Fallon, coming in great pulses.

While Jules spent, Fallon did his best to hold on, but desire burned a hole in his resolve.

Not caring if Jules had completely finished, he angled out from under him and stood, holding out his dick. “Need it bad,” he growled.

Jules didn't wait but took Fallon into his mouth and began sucking, grazing with his fangs.

A glance to his left showed Tersch doing the same for Hayashi. To see such powerful males on their knees, accepting and trusting in the males above them, always aroused him. Longing, love, and a healthy respect for how hard this was on all of them never failed to make an impact.

The incredible suction from Jules's mouth turned him harder than stone. His leader dug his nails into Fallon's thighs and raked, leaving blazing trails of pain that only heightened his pleasure. When Jules cupped his balls, Fallon nearly exploded, loving the sensation of danger and lust only a Circ could arouse.

“Mmm.” Jules moaned as he took Fallon even farther into the back of his throat, swiping the length of his shaft with his thick tongue.

Unable to hold on, Fallon gripped Jules's hair to hold him steady. Two more thrusts and he came hard, shooting load after load into Jules's mouth. When he finally let go, he realized the others waited on him. Hayashi and Tersch looked worn-out. Jules rose to his feet and wiped his mouth.

He sighed, an odd sound to hear from such a savage-looking creature. “There's no denying we needed it.”

“Yeah,” Fallon rasped and milked the last bit of cum from his cock. He felt no regret or embarrassment, only the wish that he could control these bouts of lust. The mating heat normally struck every other month, but the crew had been dampening the need thanks to a special injection. Until Mrs. Sharpe took them off the treatment, claiming the drugs were doing more harm than good.

What she knew about Circs that Doc didn't, Fallon couldn't say. Dr. Evan Dennis, or Doc to those who knew him, was the Circ expert. Months after Fallon's release from the hated labs, he and the team had stayed with Doc and his Circs up north. Through trial and error, Doc had concocted the shots that kept their mating heats at bay. Why would Alicia Sharpe question Doc's methods? But more to the point, why would Admiral London agree with her?

“I hate to say it, but that was fucking ten times better than Doc's shots,” Tersch admitted.

Hayashi said nothing, but he remained in close contact with Tersch, needing the touch of acceptance.

“It's been a while since you've bonded with them,” Fallon reminded Jules, not surprised to see Jules's cock stiff again. Circs had an insatiable appetite, and they'd abstained for longer than normal. Sex with humans didn't count. Only other Circs could dampen the need.

“Good point, Fallon.” Jules smiled, his fangs sharp. “Go fetch me a wet rag, would you?” Fallon left for the small adjoining locker room and returned with two soaped towels. He tossed one to Jules and one to Tersch. As they wiped themselves down, he looked forward to another round of pulsating sex, despite his desire to go seek out the new woman, Olivia.

Something about her had stirred him past control. He needed to study her, to see what it was that tempted his inner beast. And then Tersch crooked a finger at him.

“Not this time. Viking, I want a piece of that ass,” Fallon growled, knowing he'd lose but needing the fight. In the end, he'd blow Tersch, then fuck him, because the big guy was always generous after an orgasm.

A flickering thought hit him just as Tersch gripped him by the neck and tried to force him to his knees. Would Olivia be as generous after an orgasm? He hardened at the thought, surprised to find that he looked forward to finding out.

Chapter Three

Olivia halted in her tracks. “I look forward to finding out.” A man's voice, yet only Ava sat in her bedroom.

“What's wrong?”

“Did you hear that?”

Ava frowned. “Hear what?”

“Never mind.” Great, now I sound like a wacko. “How long have you worked here?”

“Two weeks.”

“That's all? You seem like you know everything about this place.” Ava shrugged, and her gaze shifted to the open closet, where Olivia had already stowed her bags. She'd been instructed to bring enough clothes to last her several months, in the event she earned the job. So now she had two suitcases and an overnight bag crammed with personal items, as well as a duffel bag full of shoes. Good thing they hadn't given her a limit on clothing.

“It's my job to know everything. I'm Mrs. S.'s right hand.” Ava smiled. “How do you like your room?”

“It's bigger than my condo at home.” The room had a king-size bed, a closet fit for a queen, and an entertainment system that boggled her mind. She could barely deal with one remote control at home. Three sat on her nightstand in the bedroom she could now call her own. The room also had an area she could use as an office, complete with a desk, chair, and love seat.

Done in shades of blue, white, and yellow with chintz curtains, the whole bedroom had an elegant air.