She trembled as her body tensed and her orgasm loomed close.
Then Jules withdrew and covered her in one smooth move, penetrating her pussy with his thick, hard cock.
She screamed out as ecstasy splintered her body, dimly aware of him riding her with a rough rhythm until he stopped and came inside her once more. Sheridan could only feel as ripples of pleasure overwhelmed the sense of caution warning her to take heed. Thoughts of babies and disease paled next to the feeling of warm cum satisfying the sudden need in her body. The lusty energy she and Jules seemed to exchange settled and calmed her as his seed seeped into her womb. A burst of affection filled her for her generous lover, and she wanted to hold him tight and never let go.
Jules pulled out and pumped a few more threads of seed over her belly, rubbing the mess over her stomach and marking her breasts with his cum.
“There we go. All over you,” he said in a deep, gravelly voice.
She blinked up at his wild eyes, enthralled at the silver brightness gleaming around his slit pupils. When he spoke, his visible fangs made his voice sound harsh.
His flesh darkened. The pattern of interlocking cells on his skin tightened as she watched. Jules knelt over her, yet it was no longer him, but the creature that lived inside him.
Stunned, exhilarated, and a bit nervous, she could only watch as he subtly, slowly grew. Wider, taller, brawnier. His soft, thick black hair lengthened, tickling his neck, then draping over his shoulders to lie against the middle of his back.
“I love this side of you. It's so sexy.”
The fingers gripping his cock elongated and thickened, as did that most impressive part of him that refused to flag. “Good. Because I love this side of you.” He nuzzled one nipple with his mouth and grazed it with a fang, causing her to gasp as yet another wave of heat swept over her.
Impossibly, her body warmed to arousal once more, as if she hadn't just come hard all over him.
Sheridan swallowed hard, and Jules's attention left her body to fall on her mouth. He grinned, a dark expression that caused her to shiver with foreboding.
“Don't worry, we'll get to that sweet mouth of yours,” he promised. “But I want answers first.”
She tried to scoot back, out from under him, not wanting to feel so vulnerable while they had this conversation. But Jules leaned forward and pinned her hands on either side of her head. His knees caged her hips, keeping her under him without applying his considerable weight, for which she was thankful.
“Now, Sheridan, I want to know what the fuck is going on. I need to know what happened. Tell me so we can get back to soaking all of you in my cum.” She swallowed hard, wishing she didn't want that so much. “What did you do to me?” she couldn't help asking. “I'm not me.”
“Then who are you?” he drawled.
“I feel like you. I can't stop wanting you, so horny, I can't think. You came inside me, and I don't care. I should care!”
“Granted, it's a little late for safe sex.”
“Jules,” she warned, not appreciating the humor she could hear in his voice or the appreciative gaze roaming her chest.
“Circs don't carry sexual diseases. And unless you're Circ, you can't get pregnant.” He paused and leaned down to take a good, hard whiff at her neck. “Are you Circ? I honestly can't tell, and that's just weird. You smell like me already. But that can't be unless you're Circ and we mated.” He didn't sound upset with the prospect, and for the life of her, she didn't feel averse to the idea either. I am certifiably crazy. I can’t love a man I barely know.
One who’s not exactly human.
“I'm not Circ. I just handle energy in a way different than most people. Maybe that's why I smell like you. You and I share a weird connection when we touch. Not like what I felt from Kisho or Olivia. Or anyone else for that matter. It's just you.”
“Good.” He stroked the inside of her wrist, and she shivered. “Now tell me about the jungle. Start with what happened after the mutant attacked, and we'll go from there.”
She forced herself not to look down at his growing erection. Talk. He wanted to talk.
“The rogues attacked while you fought the mutant. Grayson and Raul helped fend off the other rogues, and then they helped you kill the mutant. You'd almost done the job yourself, but you were dying.”
“Mutant toxin is deadly.”
“Well, that, and you'd already lost a lot of blood.” She remembered her panic that he'd die, and she never wanted to feel that again. She licked her lips and calmly told him the rest. “Once Grayson and Raul pulled the mutant from you, I healed you. But it took a lot out of me. You were totally unconscious, and I couldn't help you any more.”
“So this Grayson and Raul helped you out of the goodness of their hearts?” His tense expression warned her to tread warily.
She swallowed hard. “Not exactly. In exchange for healing them from some drug Ricardo injected all the Circs at the compound with, they offered to hide me and take you away to safety. I gave Raul the number you gave me. He left you at the hotel and called your friends.”
He leaned down to nuzzle her throat. Then he nicked her skin and licked the pain away. “They didn't touch you. I'd know if they had.”
“N-no. Grayson was kind.”
“And Raul?” he asked as he leaned back a little, his face inches from hers as he studied her.
“Raul didn't touch me, because Grayson was there. I didn't trust him, though.” She gnawed her lip, wondering if she should tell Jules what she'd suspected. He looked angrier to her, though his expression remained flat.
“Tell me.”
Her eyes flashed to his. “Can you read my mind too?” Dear God, that would be a real nightmare.
He grinned, the murderous rage leaving his eyes. “No, but you don't have a face for poker. Your eyes don't lie.” He kissed her cheek, the motion so gentle, she stared up at him in wonder. “Tell me,” he said again.
“Raul insisted you were a mercenary. That you slept around with tons of women and stole whatever you could get your hands on. He said that the reason you'd been in Ricardo's jail cell was because you were his rival and trying to hone in on his drug trade.”
When he said nothing, she continued. “I didn't believe it. I didn't want to believe it. You were so protective of me, so caring. And when we made love—” She flushed when his eyes gleamed with hunger. She amended, “Had sex, I—”
“Made love,” he murmured. “We made love in the jungle, where you gave yourself to me.”
She nodded slowly, following the movement of his firm lips. “Yes. Together we felt so good. And when I healed you, it was even hotter. Well, I'm not exactly psychic. I don't feel emotions or read thoughts. But you just felt so pure, so good. I didn't want to believe what Raul said.”
He glanced down at one of his hands holding her wrist. “Did you give me this ring?”
She couldn't believe she'd forgotten all about it and felt more than foolish.
“Yes.”
“I haven't taken it off,” he whispered. “It felt right on my hand.”
“Yes.” She had so much she wanted to say, but confusing amazing sex with incredible psychic chemistry wouldn't be smart.
He watched her for a moment. “Sheridan, why did you wait so long to come to me?”
She sighed. “I was scared. It took a few weeks to safely escape the jungle. Then more time to sneak into the States and find you again.”
“Why the hell were you at Montaña's compound to begin with?” Jules asked.