“That's been killing me, not knowing.”
She gratefully answered. “I went to Vida Verde to work on my plants, and somehow I ended up with Ricardo at his lab.”
Jules stilled. “Vida Verde?”
“You know the company?”
“No shit.” He swore some more. “Olivia's aunt and uncle run the organization.”
What were the odds? “Belinda and Jaime Esteves? They're the ones who set me up with Ricardo when I needed access to certain testing materials.”
“We need to talk to Olivia about this.” He let go of her wrists and levered off her body to sit next to her on the bed.
It was all she could do to keep her eyes on his face and not on the thick shaft that still gleamed with her own cum. Sheridan took a deep breath and sat up. She crossed her arms over her chest, suddenly embarrassed to be naked in front of him.
He pushed her arms away. “No, Sheridan. Let me see those pretty breasts.
Hmm. Such tight nipples. And you smell good. Like you need more of me.” She blushed when he glanced at her body and licked his lips. When he cupped his balls and stroked his shaft—one that was scar free, thanks to her handiwork—
she forced herself to look back up at his face.
He bared his teeth in a half smile. “Still shy? Don't be. Not with me. I like your curves, Sheridan. The intelligence behind those baby blues. And then there's the way those full lips know how to hug a man's cock.” His voice lowered. “A man doesn't forget a mouth like that.
“Touch me again,” he dared and grabbed her hand. He pulled her closer and tried to wrap her fingers around his cock, but he was too big. “God, you feel so good.” She stared at him, taken with the rougher texture of his skin. So much longer and harder than she could handle, yet Jules felt right. He made her feel safe. Even when he had cause to doubt her, he hadn't done more than hold her tight. Never hurting her, unless she wanted him to. And the way he looked at her right now, like he cared…
“Lick me,” he growled.
“What if I don't?” she teased, amazing herself that she felt free to taunt his beast.
“If you don't, I'll paddle that ass before I fuck it,” he promised, breathing hard.
A bead of dew filled his tip, his arousal obvious and growing stronger as she watched. The feminine power coursing through her veins thrilled her, and Sheridan licked her lips, teasing him again.
Jules growled.
Sheridan petted him, relearning the feel of his sex as she ran her hands over him. To her surprise, the hair around his groin had disappeared with his change.
Hairless, he looked even more imposing.
“Taste me, please.”
He sounded ragged, and she loved knowing she'd brought him to that.
The wet tip of his shaft shone, drawing her to temptation. The warm vanilla musk that thickened around them enticed her closer. She gave in and licked the crown of his cock.
He moaned, his cock jerked, and she sucked the head into her mouth.
His hands fisted in her hair. “I've dreamed about this, seeing your dark red hair over my thighs when you go down on me. Oh yeah.” She didn't answer, taken with the sultry texture and taste of him. Wild, pure, masculine. They fit together. She knew it. She accepted it, but she still wasn't sure ultimately what to do about it. But right now, she didn't have to think. She only needed to feel as she tasted him.
“Lick me, baby. That's it,” he said, panting as she stroked him with her tongue.
He spread his thighs wider and pulled her head closer.
She couldn't take much of him inside her mouth, but the little tease of his cockhead disappearing between her lips seemed to entrance him.
“You're going to lick me until I come. Then I'm going to shoot all over those pretty tits. So much seed to mark you as mine,” he promised, his beast domineering, assured.
They settled into a rhythm—he guided her by her hair, and she sucked him hard, the press of her teeth and the suction of her lips strong enough to make him groan his encouragement.
“That's it. I'm going to cover you with my cum, and then I'm going to eat you again. Fill you up all night long. Won't that be good, baby?” He cupped her breast and squeezed, and an answering heat continued to build between her thighs. An almost animalistic need filled her, a foreign yet familiar sense that she experienced what he felt. And she loved it.
“Hmm, good girl.”
His gritty voice stroked her like silk. His compliments made her yearn for more of him, to swallow his orgasm and bring to him to the bliss he constantly gave her. His taste brought her closer and closer to orgasm.
And then the door burst open.
Jules's hands tugged her head by her hair. “Don't stop.”
“Fuck me, that's hot.” Tersch's low growl should have embarrassed her. But Jules continued to fuck her mouth, and she couldn't stop licking him. To her shock, she didn't care that Tersch was in the room. In fact, she wanted him to watch, to see how she pleasured her mate.
Jules snarled. “I told you—”
“Yeah, yeah, not to bug you unless I'm on fire,” Tersch rasped. “Well, I'm not.
But Jack and Melissa's place is. Does that count?”
“Yeah, it's burning. You want me to engage?”
Ricardo Montaña smiled and toyed with his mustache as he spoke into the speaker. “No. Not yet.”
“What about the couple? I have them in the van. Bring them in or kill them?”
Ricardo thought about it. “Break a few of Jack Keiser's limbs to let the Circs know we mean business. I want the Dawn Endeavor team panicked. And I want them to have some doubts about their new houseguest. Give Melissa Sheridan's message.”
“Will do.” The Circ disconnected the call.
Ricardo Montaña pressed a button on his phone and stared at the device, lost in thought. For two long months, he'd waited. He'd planned, he'd cursed, he'd killed.
Still, nothing took the edge off. He'd grown accustomed to Sheridan's presence in her time at the compound. He liked watching her at all hours without her being aware. His possession, she belonged to him. And now she'd been stolen by a dickhead Circ without a true appreciation for what she could do. Healing was the least of Sheridan's worth. Ricardo had chosen her to breed his children. A privilege many would kill for, yet he'd been minutes away from bestowing it on the bitch.
Finally ready to start his legacy to the world, he'd had everything in place.
And then they'd fucked him over.
He'd publicly disemboweled Pedro to discourage future mutiny among the men. He'd tightened security as well as his hold over the rogue Circs, increasing the dosage of their “vitamins” Manoel had improved.
Despite the chaos of Sheridan's escape, he had a good idea of what had gone down. Pedro had disabled the security. Raul and Grayson, two of his strongest rogues, had gone after Sheridan, but either the mutant or Hawkins had killed the other rogues he'd sent after them as well as Raul, and they'd nearly taken Grayson.
Luckily, Grayson had a brain in his thick skull, and he'd reported back to Ricardo and followed Sheridan out of the country. At this very moment, Grayson continued to keep tabs on the stupid puta. Elena hadn't survived Ricardo's fury either when he'd discovered Sheridan gone. Because of her jealousy, he'd lost his opportunity to breed strong sons with Sheridan.
He snorted. As if Elena could have kept him satisfied. Women like her could be found in every port in every city. But Sheridan had something none of them did. She had power, the ability to heal. He'd only suspected, but after she'd healed Hawkins not once, but twice, she'd shown her ability to be even stronger than he'd imagined.
Bringing her to his compound had been a huge test—an exercise in restraint on his part. He'd hoped she might show him some gratitude, even loyalty.