“Unzip me more,” he said on a breath. “Come on, you little witch. Lick me from my tip to my balls. I want you to suck them, rub them, then gag yourself on the head of my cock.” He'd never been so blunt, so graphic, and yet it turned him on as much as it did her as he smelled her arousal spike. “Dirty little girl, aren't you?” She moaned. Her nipples stood stiffly, hard little beads begging for his touch.
He grazed one with his hand, and she sucked him so hard, he nearly came.
She released him from her mouth and pulled down his zipper too damned slowly. “I want you so much.” Sheridan met his gaze with a cloudy one of her own.
“This doesn't mean I'm not still mad at you. You put me in a cell, Jules.”
“I know, I know. A mistake, but one that kept you safe all the same. I'll apologize later, I swear.”
“Yes, you will.” She groaned and licked him again. “You taste so good.
Different from before. God, Jules, I want you.”
“Oh yeah. Take it, Sheridan. Eat me.” Had he ever desired anyone so much?
Burning up, on the verge of a cruel lust that spiraled out of control, Jules couldn't wait for her to do what he asked. So he demanded it.
He gripped her hair tight, but not hard enough to hurt, and pulled her closer.
“I fucking told you to eat me. Do it.”
“Yes,” Sheridan moaned. “Oh yes.” She went to town, licking his shaft from tip to base while holding him with a dainty hand that heated him from the inside out.
As she feasted on his cock, Jules felt strange, as if he were changing inside, and his beast encouraged it. Different from their sex before, this was something they both needed. Wanted. Instinct guided him, and he shoved hard into her mouth when she started to swallow him.
Her hands rubbed his balls; her mouth took him deeper. And then he was there at the back of her throat as she choked. And he didn’t care. Too rough, he tried to tell himself, but his beast hastened him on.
Sheridan clutched his ass tighter, not letting him go as she took him deeper.
She had to be gagging, had to be uncomfortable. Even as he thought it, he began to change, to grow, unable to stop himself. To his shock, Sheridan rose up with him as he grew taller, still crouched between his legs.
“Shit, no. Not now.” He tried to stop, tried to pull himself away from her, but her grip became one of iron, and he couldn't do more than thrust deeper.
“Sheridan, baby, I'm losing it. Fuck. Yes, yes,” he roared as he fully transformed into his beast and came down her throat.
The ecstasy of orgasm was so pure, so clean and hot, and then it was more. She cupped his balls and squeezed, and the small pain blazed along his shaft. He continued to come, pouring himself down her throat.
He felt thirsty, so hot, so needy. And the taste of him. He needed more. No, she needed more. Like before, Jules sensed Sheridan's emotions. Pain was a small part of what she experienced as she swallowed Jules's seed. The woman took him into her body, accepting him and his beast, and she wanted to share her desire with him.
He should have known Sheridan would be anything but typical as a lover, a mate, and a woman.
Her healing hands released his sac, and she pulled away from his sensitive cock, making him shiver as he drew back. She slowly rose and stripped out of the rest of her clothes.
She looked tiny compared to him. Except, to his utter amazement, she didn't remain small. His beast watched with satisfaction as his fiery redhead began to expand. Her large breasts grew larger, and his mouth watered. The pale skin on her slight, human frame grew darker, a shade of cream that complemented the almost black red of her thick hair that now reached down to her round ass. An ass he had yet to claim.
“Hmm. You taste so good,” she said in a throaty growl that had him instantly hard once more.
Sheridan, his little Circ, didn't just smell good, she smelled ripe. Fertile. And she smelled like him.
Smiling at him with fangs that grew even as he watched, Sheridan flashed him a wicked smile before leaning close to lick a trail from Jules's abdomen to between his nipples. She nipped her way up his body, searing him with the bite of her new fangs that could pierce his tougher skin.
“So pretty, mate. So fucking good,” he rasped as she latched on to his nipple and bit hard. “Oh, fuck. Need to take you again. All over. Flood you with cum.” She opened her mouth and released him. Her blue eyes looked neon bright as she blinked up at him. “Mate, hmm? I'm Circ now, aren't I?”
“Yeah, and so damned beautiful, you make it hard to think about anything but loving you.”
She paused, studying him for a moment. And then she smiled. “Well then, mate, come here and take me. If you think you can handle me.” The challenge he welcomed. But the sight of her in her entirety, in her changed body, stopped him in his tracks. His beast scented the wildness in her, the raw core that seemed like it had always been there. “How?”
“I don't know. This time was different than the others we've been together. It's you. And me. You changed me, made me a part of you.” Her eyes misted before the slit of her pupils widened. “My mate,” she hissed and would have swiped a clawed hand down his belly if he hadn't stepped back. A typical reaction from a mated female. His beast needed to earn her respect with a show of strength.
“Fast and sexy. I like.” He growled a warning she didn't heed, and the growing affection he'd had for the little scientist who'd healed him blossomed into an immediate and overpowering love.
Jules picked her up and tossed her onto the bed. He didn't give her the chance to argue or fight and grabbed her wrists, holding her hands by her side. He sucked hard on her breasts, tasting the reminder of her pheromones screaming for his seed.
The plump offerings drew him, and he sucked hard, imagining these same breasts full with milk for his offspring. A fantasy he'd had of his perfect woman, and one that felt like it was unfolding even as he thought it.
His cock ached, but he needed more. Jules teased her breasts until she begged for him. He kissed a trail down her belly and inhaled the scent of a female in need.
She was dripping wet, thick with honeyed cream just waiting for his tongue. Barely aware of anything but Sheridan's scent, he released her wrists.
The minute he tasted her, he wanted more. She screamed her pleasure as she came, but he didn't stop, pushing her toward another climax. Jules licked and sucked her clit, delving his tongue into her body to feel the slick walls of her sex waiting for him.
“Please.”
“Please what?” He needed her to say it again, could feel her insatiable desire to come as it tangled with her want to be independent. But that could never be, not now that he'd finally found her.
“Please, Jules. Take me.”
“No. Please, what?” He snarled and shoved his tongue deeper, but not deep enough. “Please what, mate?”
She struggled but could get no closer, and her scent drugged him to the point he readied to mount and fuck her, despite the fact she wouldn't say what he wanted.
But to his relief, she cried out her answer. “Please, mate. I need you inside me.”
Jules swept over her and surged inside her in one hard, hot thrust. The incredible feeling of oneness swelled, their joining much more than the physical, but a true mating of beast, man, and woman.
Her skin rippled, became fascinating contrasts of ivory and a darker gold, like stripes of value marking her as more than special, but unique.
“Come inside me,” she begged.
“I'm going to fill you up. All over that tight pussy, inside your mouth, your ass.
You're going to be covered in me,” he rasped as he grazed her hard clit, the pebble of lust she couldn't hide from his sensitized flesh. “Come, baby. Come for me, so I can fill you.”