He withdrew when he sensed the man on the verge of passing out. Cum dribbled down the blond's lips, and still he swallowed. McKinley noted the precum glistening at the man's slit. Everyone but the male who'd been escorted out would find pleasure tonight. “Good hurt, hmm?”
Once he caught his breath, his opponent rasped, “Shit, yeah. You're so damned big. So fucking fine,” the man groaned and rubbed his throat. His eyes widened when he looked down. “Shit, dude. You're still hard?”
“Always.”
Always wanting for what I don’t have…can’t have
. McKinley nodded to the male tied down to the bench. He was rousing and swearing up and down. “Go on. You can have first go at him.”
“You're going to watch?”
“Yeah.” Only because he needed to get off at least once more. The beast was hungry tonight, thanks to Paige. And Rogers, he hated to admit.
“No way,” the dark-haired man argued. “This is bullshit. Only the winner gets to top me. Todd didn't earn it.” He pulled against the chains at his wrists.
I know how you feel
. McKinley watched as the blond donned a condom and put on a minimal amount of lube. “That's it,
Todd
. Don't want to lube up too much. Then it might feel too good for our friend. Let's see if you can make him scream.” Todd laughed. He grabbed a stool to even his height and stepped on it. He angled between the dark-haired man's legs, pulled his ass cheeks apart, and shoved himself deep.
The bottomed male cursed while he suffered a rough ass reaming. It pleased McKinley to watch Todd taking his pleasure, to see him ride the other, stronger male, only because McKinley had allowed it.
It didn't take the blond long to finish. Spent, he withdrew, disposed of his condom in the lavatory, and left the room with a salute to McKinley.
Leaving him alone with his prey.
“That was a shitty thing to do,” the man grumbled. But McKinley smelled his arousal, strong and sure. He liked being taken. Being bound and helpless.
“And yet you're going to endure it again. You clean?”
“Of course I'm clean. Adam sent me, and all his boys are clean. He owns the damned house.” The man paused. “Wait a minute. I don't do bareback.”
“You will tonight.”
“Hell, no. I'm not catching anything from you, asshole, not for a lousy grand.”
“I don't have anything you can catch.” McKinley smiled, his teeth sharp, his gaze centered on a tight, rosy ass now slick with lube. “And there isn't a condom big enough to fit me, anyway.”
“Shit,” the man moaned and squirmed over the bench.
“Don't worry, stud. I'll even let you come first.” McKinley reached under him and jerked him off. Using rough strokes, the slight rake of his claws, and several punishing slaps to his ass, he pushed the pain junkie into a heavy orgasm. Before he finished coming, McKinley pulled his cheeks wide and thrust slowly inside, one inch at a time.
Though narrow, the man's rectum stretched more easily than he'd anticipated, as if he was used to thick penetration.
“Mmm, yes. So tight.” McKinley closed his eyes, wanting to savor the ecstasy as warmth surrounded his shaft.
At first, the shouts and the begging were for him to pull out and stop. To cease with the burning thrusts splitting the man in two. But as McKinley rocked faster, his lover begged for more. Apparently, his prey liked fisting, and he liked his sex rough, his lovers big and kinky. Eager to fuck and be done with the sense of wrongness in being here, McKinley shoved himself deeper and deeper, until his balls smacked his prey's ass. But as he fucked his way to a second, stronger orgasm, it was Hale Rogers's ass he took, and Paige's face he saw.
Hale poured another cup of coffee, his nerves stretched taut. He'd spent the past few hours watching Paige sleep and wondering about her. She'd slept like a baby, which surprised him. After the ordeal they'd gone through, he would have expected a bad dream or restless slumber. But she'd curled up on the pillow and hadn't moved, even when he'd gotten up from beside her on the bed and left his room.
“Yo, Hale. Where've you been?” Derrick asked as he entered the dining area. “You look like crap.”
Trust Derrick to tell it like he saw it.
The back door opened, and in moments, Ace and Zack joined them. The pair wore workout clothes and looked way too cheerful for eight in the morning.
“Hale, how goes it?” Zack asked with a smile.
Hale grunted and took a swallow of dark coffee.
Ace and Zack exchanged a glance. “That good, hmm?” Ace took a step closer and sniffed him. “Well, well. I'd say our boy is just fine. I smell female all over him. About time you found some pussy, playboy.”
It was on the tip of his tongue to say something mean, when he caught Derrick shaking his head. Since both Zack and Ace weren't the most stable Circs during their mate's pregnancy, Hale decided to save his obnoxious comments for later.
He sighed, and Derrick relaxed. “That's not just any female you smell. That's Paige Masters. We almost had a run-in with some Circs last night.” Roane entered the room just then. “What?”
“I was out driving and decided to go back to Paige's house.”
“Under whose authority?” Roane crossed his arms over his chest.
“What do you mean, whose authority? Doc wants to see Paige. I went out and found her.”
“Without anyone else.” Roane stepped closer, and Hale stood to defend himself.
“You could have been hurt or captured, dickhead. You know that area was swarming with mutants and rogue Circs just two nights ago. What the hell were you thinking?”
“That I don't need to ask permission to leave the fucking house,” Hale snarled and shoved Roane back.
Everyone stared in shock.
No one
challenged Roane's leadership. They never had, not in the eight years they'd been together. And especially not Hale, Roane's best friend.
But Hale couldn't contain his anger. He was pissed that Paige was in danger, that his female hadn't yet submitted more than her body. That she still clung to McKinley…
Throughout the night, Hale had been plagued with thoughts of
Robbie
as well. Odd, lustful, violent thoughts that made him hard and made him want to tear into someone.
He didn’t want the creature tied up in front of him. He wanted Paige. He wanted Hale.
Not blood and sex, but love. Another burst of ecstasy filled him as he released his seed…
“Hale, snap out of it, dammit.” Roane shoved him into his seat and waved his hand before his face.
“Wh-what?” All around him, his brothers looked concerned. Hale wiped a hand over his face. “What's wrong?”
“
You’re
wrong,” Derrick said. “You looked ready to go toe-to-toe with Roane, and then your eyes rolled back in your head, and you nearly cracked your thick skull on the floor. Roane caught you.”
“Don't thank me,” Roane growled. He poked Hale hard in the chest and sat down next to him. The others sat as well. “You tell me every damned thing that happened last night.
Now
.”
“I—”
“Now, Hale,” Doc agreed as he entered the room. He grabbed a cup of coffee from the pot on the serving table and joined them. “This looks like a fascinating discussion.”
“I'm fine. Everything's okay,” Hale began. “Last night, after, well, after that mating heat struck, I needed to get out of here.” Thankfully, Roane nodded but said nothing. “I had planned to go downtown. Find a few friends. But instinct told me to backtrack to Paige's house. I took an alternate route to get there and found Paige.” For some odd reason, he paused, not sure whether to mention McKinley's presence. He needed to talk to Paige about him first. Not that he planned to keep anything from his family—his friends—but he felt uncomfortable discussing McKinley with anyone else just yet.
“Go on, Hale,” Doc prodded.
“Anyway, I met her just as a bunch of PPA were coming after her. We ran, then drove back here.”
But not before we stopped to fuck like rabid bunnies.
Roane's eyes narrowed, as if aware Hale was holding back.
“Wait a minute. You drove back here with Paige?” Doc asked. “She's here? Now?” Hale nodded. “She's sleeping in my room. We had a rough night.”
“No shit.” Ace whistled. “So Doc's mystery niece is finally found, eh? Good job, Hale.”
“Not bad,” Zack seconded his mate.
“Is she all right? Does she need medical attention?” Doc sounded nervous.
“She's fine,” Hale reassured him. “Just tired.” He turned to Roane. “I didn't get any sleep last night either. It's been a rough couple of days. I'm sorry, about before.”
“Don't sweat it.” Roane pounded him on the shoulder. But Hale had the sense Roane wouldn't let this go. “So you've told us everything, right, playboy? Nothing else we need to know?”
Shit
. Hale fought the urge to squirm. Roane always could see right through him.
“Uh, well. I can tell you she's Circ.”
“She is?” Doc should have sounded happier, but instead, he sounded distressed.
“You saw her
change
?”
“Not exactly.” Hell. This was going to be embarrassing. He didn't mind admitting to sex with a beautiful woman. But this woman happened to be Doc's niece. He swallowed. “See, when we were together, in the close confines of the SUV, there was this chemistry. I'm not sure if it was because of our mating heat last night or not, but another heat struck me out in town. Really hard.” Roane blinked and sat back. He started to smile, glanced at Doc, and muted his amusement. He coughed into his hand. “So you and Paige…?”
“Yeah, me and Paige,” Hale huffed, wishing he didn't have to announce the details to everyone. Then again, there were few secrets in this tight group. Where everyone depended on everyone else, lies didn't belong.
“Oh.” Doc didn't seem upset, which put Hale at ease. He looked thoughtful. “Did you experience this the other night? A sense of sexual need?”
“Doc,” Zack complained. “Do we have to talk about sex before breakfast?”
“Yeah. Sex and Hale before coffee is just wrong.” Ace grimaced and stood to grab himself a cup.
“Kind of,” Hale answered, glaring at the pair. “There was an attraction to her scent. But nothing as potent as last night. I couldn't stop it. I tried, but it was a powerful thing.” And so damned right, he wanted to do it again.
“Interesting.” Doc took a sip of coffee. “We have three mated sets of Circs, one expectant female, and one unmated male. Your attraction might be the result of Kelly's powerful pheromones. She's throwing Caitlyn and Sabrina into early ovulation, trying to extend procreation throughout her 'family.' The more babies, the stronger the chance that you Circs will continue. As an unmated male, you're not furthering your 'species,' per se.”
“Tell me he didn't just say Caitlyn's ovulating.” Roane ran a hand over his face.
“Sabrina too?” Derrick asked, stunned.
“It's not Kelly. It's much more than that,” Hale automatically protested, then wished he hadn't.
Derrick nodded. “Has to do with those weird-ass dreams you've been having lately, I'll bet.”
“
What
?”
“You talk in your sleep, hoss. And the name Paige is one you've mumbled a time or two.”
“Hale Rogers, you and I need to have a talk.” Doc opened his mouth, no doubt to blast Hale with another lecture about full disclosure, when Paige walked into the kitchen. “Paige?” Doc whispered.
“I'm sorry. I'm intruding. I should—”
“Stay.” Hale hurried from his seat to intercept her. “Please. Come and meet Doc, so the rest of them will leave me the hell alone.” She regarded him with a curious half smile, and his beast purred with satisfaction.
She’s here, and she’s mine.
“Paige, I'd like you to meet Evan Dennis, our Doc. Doc, this is Paige Masters,” Hale said. “I believe she's your niece.”
Hale had to pull her closer to meet Doc. She ignored the other Circs, her attention riveted on her uncle.
“You know, you look exactly like your mother,” Doc whispered. Tears filled his blue eyes, and Hale felt a pang for the mild-mannered man.
“I do? I've never seen a picture of her. They wouldn't let me have one when I asked. And I used to ask a lot.”
Doc quickly stood. “I think I have one in my study. Would you like to sit down and talk for a while? Would you mind?”
Paige turned to Hale. To his relief, she didn't seem panicked or upset, just unsure of herself.
“Go on.” Hale gently pushed her toward Doc. “He can answer a lot of questions for you. And he is your uncle, you know.”
She bit her lower lip, looking at him as if he had all the answers, then turned and followed Doc from the room. Hale watched her go, his heart full at just the sight of her.
When he turned around, it was to find his friends staring at him with shit-eating grins.
“What the hell are you looking at?”
Derrick burst into laughter. “Oh man. Playboy's finally fallen. That was priceless.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Dude, you were looking at her with that lovesick expression Zack makes when he stares at Kelly,” Ace said with a chuckle.
“Ass.” Zack elbowed him.
“Doc's niece, hmm?” Roane drawled. “So that's why you've been so different lately.”
“I'm not different.” Hale cursed them and sat back down again, cradling his coffee, which was growing cold. “Paige needs some help, that's all.”
“Oh, I'm sure you're helping her, all right.” Derrick smirked. “I bet you
helped
her a helluva lot last night. No wonder you've been moaning and groaning during the night the past few weeks. Wet dreams about a hot blonde, eh?”
“Fuck off, D.” Embarrassment seared him. God, he'd been calling Paige's name out while he slept. What if he'd mentioned McKinley as well?
“Man, I don't need to fuck off, not with the hottest mate in the world in my bed.”
“Thanks so much for the reference,” Sabrina said dryly as she entered the room with Caitlyn and Kelly on her heels.
“Oh, ah, hey, baby,” Derrick covered lamely and greeted his mate with a kiss.
Every damned one of the Circ females shot Hale cheeky grins. The torment would never end.
“So, Hale's finally found his true love, hmm? Who is she?” Kelly asked as she waddled to her mates. At only five months, her belly had grown to the size of a watermelon, and Hale wondered if she might be carrying twins.