Dawn Endeavor 1: Fallon's Flame Marie Harte (tharntype novel english .TXT) 📖

she stimulated him with her tongue, which never seemed to quit. He gripped her thick hair and held on, nearing his end once again.

“Yes, sweet, that's it. Lick me. Suck it good. I'm going to come in a rush down that pretty throat. Mmm. God yes,” he murmured as he pistoned faster. Shorter jerks as his ass puckered and his balls drew up, readying to unload.

So hot, so tight, her mouth suctioned him, taking him to heaven as he yelled out and showered her throat.

“All of it, swallow me,” he insisted on a heady groan, though he needn't have.

Olivia's long nails dug into his ass as she devoured his cock, sucking away his cum as fast as he jetted into her.

Finally spent, he withdrew, pulled up his shorts, and shivered, caught in the aftermath of a powerful orgasm.

Olivia rose to her feet, her gaze lowered. Her chest rose and fell with a quickness not at all natural.

“Olivia?” Worried he might have hurt her and not known it, he waited for her to look at him.

When she did, he did a double take.

Her eyes weren't human. They were Circ.

She blinked, and he once more stared into human eyes. What the hell had he just seen?

“Olivia?”

She rolled her neck, her shoulders, then stepped back.

“You didn't know how I'd respond when you kissed me, did you, Jesse? Bet you weren't expecting that.” A gleam of victory lightened the frustration in her gaze. “Well, I'd best finish my run and get back to that folder. I'll see you later.” She turned without another word and took off down the path toward the house.

Fallon stared at her retreating back until she rounded the bend out of sight. A chill breeze whipped through the trees. An owl hooted in the distance. Overhead, the clouds shifted to cover the emerging moon.

“Am I fucking nuts, or did I just have sex?” He actually pulled his shorts from his body to examine his cock. Fading lines along his shaft proved he hadn't lost his mind. “She did it. Olivia gave me not only a handjob, she sucked me down like a champ.” Still reeling from the incredible orgasms that had finally drained the all-consuming hunger for the woman from his tired body, Fallon jogged back toward the house. Before he reached the garden, Jules met him.

“Olivia passed by. Tell me I did not just smell you all over the female, and right before a huge operation is about to go down.” Yet Jules didn't sound angry.

“Am I dreaming?”

“Did you or did you not just fuck that woman?”

“No. Yes.” Did I? Did she really take all of me? I didn't change fully, but a part of me grew a helluva lot larger than normal. And she swallowed me anyway. Her eyes…

“Fallon?” Now Jules sounded concerned.

“That woman just gave me the first true peace I've felt since I turned Circ.” He couldn't explain how she'd done it. Incredible sex, but it was still just sex. Wasn't it? “I don't get it. And I think—I mean, I'm not sure, but—”

“But what?”

“There at the end, I could have sworn her eyes changed.” Jules didn't say anything.

“I think I need sleep. She fucking wore me out,” he said with a huge grin. His beast purred inside him.

Jules's eyes widened.

“What?”

“Your aura is changing.”

“Yeah?” Probably to a glowing red, what Jules had described as the picture of health.

“Nothing, never mind. Look, it's late. Get some rest. I need to work on a few things myself.” Jules ran past him, not along the trail, but through the woods and into the forest.

“Probably needs to change,” Fallon muttered, exhausted. Too tired to dwell on anything more than sleep, he promised himself he'd deal with Olivia tomorrow. He wasn't sure, but she'd seemed annoyed with him there at the end. He shrugged. Women.

He dreamed about her all night long, and in every instance, the blue-green eyes that stared out at him from her pretty face remained Circ.

* * *

Unfortunately he didn't see her for the next two days. Mrs. Sharpe, Hayashi, or Jules constantly shadowed her. He might have been jealous if he hadn't sensed Hayashi's disinterest.

He'd never seen his friend entertain women, and though Hayashi didn't talk about his sexual preferences, Fallon was almost positive his friend favored men. Why Hayashi thought he had to keep it a secret was anyone's guess, but Fallon didn't want to intrude, so he never brought it up.

Jules, on the other hand, aggravated the shit out of him. He'd heard his team leader and Olivia laughing together on several occasions. If Mrs. Sharpe hadn't sent him and Tersch on errands away from the house, he'd have insisted Jules keep his distance from Olivia, the hard way.

Fallon couldn't stop remembering her scent. So sweet, ripe, and Circ. He wished he could be sure of what he'd seen, but in the aftermath of so much pleasure, he'd been too dazed to fully recount the sight of her slit/not-slit pupils.

He and Tersch left the SUV and walked up the drive to the door.

“Earth to Fallon. What's eating you? Or should I say, who's not eating you?” Tersch teased, his comment surprisingly on target. “Olivia seems to like Jules and Hayashi well enough.”

“Fuck off.”

“Nice. And here I am trying to make you feel better.” The Viking laughed. “Come on, Fallon. Not like you have a claim on the woman. I'm thinking she should try me on for size—” He gagged behind Fallon's fist around his throat.

“One more word and I'll crush your larynx.” Fallon couldn't help his beast's raging need to state his claim. “She's mine. Don't forget it.” Tersch clutched at his hand. Not until he nodded, his face purple, did Fallon let him go.

Coughing, Tersch rubbed his throat and glared. “What the hell is your problem?” Fallon wished he knew. “I'm not in the mood for jokes.” He couldn't help adding, “I smell you anywhere near her, and my beast is going to geld you.” Tersch's eyes