Circe's Recruits 3: Derrick (15 page)

“Change with me,” he growled, his voice lowering as nature took its course.

Her change was slower and more painful. She couldn’t hide her muted cries from him.

He waited, watching her with stunning clarity. With his senses enhanced, all of Sabrina came to him. Her scent, the sight of her, the soft, sexy cries of pain and pleasure as she grew accustomed to her new skin. In this frame, she reached the bottom of his chin but remained slender, feminine.

“So pretty,” she murmured in that husky alto as she stared up at him. She stepped closer and cupped his balls in her hand, squeezing with enough pressure to promise a danger that enticed him all the more. “So mine.”

“That’s right, princess. Mine. Now get on the damned bed and spread yourself for me.” She purred and turned her back, showing a resolute trust. Her long, black hair curled over her hips like tendrils of silk. She knelt on the sturdy frame and crawled on all fours, showcasing that glorious ass. Glancing over her shoulder, she flashed him a heated gaze that centered on his erection.

Resisting the urge to mount and fuck her right then, he growled another warning and watched her slowly fall to her back. He tied her up in no time, making sure the leather straps were tight but not too tight.

When finished, he stared down at the picture lying on the bed. Spread-eagled in an X, Sabrina looked anything but submissive as she challenged him to tame her. The look in her eyes promised pleasure if he was man -- or beast -- enough to take it. He advanced, prepared to play with her until she screamed. And then he sensed it. That darkness she worried about flashed through her eyes.

“It’s there,” she warned.

“I know. I guess I’ll just have to beat it out of you.” She narrowed her gaze, and he smiled, relishing this opportunity that had landed in his lap.

“Or maybe I’ll bite it out of you. Whatever I feel like doing, I’ll do. About time you realize who you belong to.” He sat down next to her and grabbed her hair, hard. “Not Roane, not Hale, not Pearl, McKinley, or anyone the fuck else. You’re mine, princess. Now, it’s time to show you.”

Sabrina forced herself to breathe deeply and contain the monster threatening to break loose. She longed for a return of her inner beast. It was wild and rough, but pure. And it loved Derrick. The monster didn’t like him, and that worried her. Derrick thought he’d controlled her, but in truth, he’d only scratched the surface of her strength the other day.

She’d been so in lust, she’d have crawled on all fours to feel him inside her. And her inner beast would do anything for the man she’d decided would be her mate. But since their bonding, the darkness inside Sabrina had grown. Hell, it didn’t even like her warning him.

Her monster, as she thought of it, wanted pain. It wanted death and violence, hungers that she didn’t think sex could assuage. Derrick, for all his dominance, wasn’t a brutal man.

He had violent tendencies, but at his core, he was a decent human being. This thing inside her needed blood. It needed to harm someone else, to kill.

“I don’t think you’re paying attention.” Derrick shook his head, his eyes almost black as he studied her.

His muscles looked huge, shadows of his definition making him seem even larger. His chest was twice as broad as hers, his legs more massive, more muscular and firm. His thick cock was already moist, though she didn’t think he’d need the natural oil he secreted. She was already wet from the scent of him.

He climbed on top of her and thrust inside. The woman wanted to sigh with happiness, the beast wanted to purr with delight, pleased at being claimed again. But the monster pushed them aside. It demanded more. The tender touch of Derrick’s hands bothered her.

The sweeping feel of his cock brought pleasure only when he accidentally pushed too hard.

Which scared the hell out of her.

As if sensing something different about her, Derrick stopped. “Sabrina?”

She wanted to tell him how she felt, but she couldn’t. Instead, she smiled and beckoned him closer. “Come here.” She licked her lips, thrilled when he shifted, his cock huge inside her.

He leaned closer, and she struck. Biting the muscle of his upper shoulder, she sank her teeth into him and sucked, craving his blood.

Derrick didn’t move for a moment, allowing her actions. He started pumping again, pistoning inside her with more and more force.

The wildness within her subsided enough that her fangs retracted, and Derrick yanked his head back, furious.

She wanted to apologize, but that inner darkness loved this part of him. Turning her head, she bared her neck, waiting. He didn’t disappoint and bit hard. The minute he sucked, he came, shuddering inside her.

He let go of her neck and leaned up, and she saw the wound in his shoulder had already healed.

No more blood. No more pain. Frowning, she yanked at her restraints again while the sane part of her fought for control.

“Derrick, I’m sorry,” she said in a strangled voice. Dammit, she couldn’t speak! “Sorry I couldn’t do more damage,” some part of her ended with a demonic laugh.

He didn’t say anything, just stared at her. His cock remained hard, and the monster approved of the way he’d used it and his fangs.

Oh, God. Was this turning Derrick on? Was he really into pain and brutality? Sabrina tried to free herself from the fugue turning her into something she didn’t want to be. But then she fell under the weight of that angry cloud and could only share in the monster’s experience.

Without a word, Derrick withdrew from her and left the bed. He returned with something in his fist. He walked right up to her, leaned down, and sucked on one nipple, then the other, alternating between the two.

The suddenness of his action surprised her, and she squirmed as heat rushed to her sex.

Changed, her nipples were extremely sensitive to touch. He left one nipple, and the brief flare of pain that followed made no sense until she realized he’d clipped something to it. A golden alligator clip surrounded one nipple and then another clamped over her other nipple, linked together by a thin chain. Derrick stood back to eye his handiwork.

“Oh, now, that’s beautiful.” He licked his lips, and the sight of his fangs made her purr with arousal. “The fun we’re going to have…”

Kneeling on the bed, he positioned himself between her legs. He latched on to her clit and sucked hard before biting down with his teeth. The pleasure before the pain shocked her enough to mentally break free from the monster. Sabrina fought back, testing her bonds, not sure she liked where she sensed this playtime was headed. The monster not only liked it but welcomed it and took charge once more.

“Go ahead. Struggle. Those were made specifically for Circs, by a friend of Doc’s who’s into bondage. Fight it, princess. Show me your strength. Then I’ll show you mine.” He rose to his knees and stroked his cock. She wanted to suck him, to bite him and listen to him howl in pain.

“Pull hard,” he breathed, yanking his shaft. “Let the restraints chafe your wrists and ankles. A little pain’s good for the soul.”

The monster relished the thought, and she tugged harder, burning her limbs.

“Yeah, nice.” Derrick walked on his knees over her until he stopped with the tip of his cock an inch from her lips. “Now, I want you to open that mouth.” She did so without question, wanting to watch him squirm as she took control back from the arrogant male.

“You bite me, and I’ll sedate you,” he said. “I’m not kidding.” He held a syringe to her neck, and she wondered where the hell that had come from. The monster didn’t want to leave, as it would when she changed back. So it kept silent and nodded.

“Watch me,” Derrick said as he slid the head of his shaft between her lips, then pulled it out before she could suck him. “I’m going to fuck your mouth. Don’t close your lips over me. Open your mouth wide. Let me scrape those teeth,” he said in a gravelly voice.

The monster liked this side of Derrick. His danger she respected, but this affection for pain aroused her. She waited, wishing he would turn around and touch her while he played in her mouth. Tasting Derrick was a pleasure in itself. His rich blood fed that burning hunger that throbbed inside her. She hadn’t thought she’d like it, but being bound and helpless while he fucked her made her oblivious to everything but him. Centered on the desire overriding her system, everything else but Derrick faded from existence.

Derrick shoved his dick to the back of her throat. Her monster’s form allowed him to go all the way in without a responding gag reflex, but the foreign sensation of being stuffed and unable to breathe for a moment thrilled her.

“That’s it. Let me fuck that mouth.” His growl drove her crazy. She could not only feel his desire, she could hear it as well. “But I’m not going to come, not yet. I just want to show you what I can do if I want.” He pushed harder over her teeth and groaned. “That little graze probably bled me a split second before I healed. You like that, princess? You like taking me in your mouth?”

The thought that she’d injured him excited her. Derrick’s broken breathing told her how much he liked it. Hmm, there was more to Packard than she’d suspected.

“You love this, don’t you?” He reached behind him and thrust a finger inside her.

“You’re dripping wet because of me.” He glared, and the monster sensed he looked right at her. “Don’t ever forget that. I make you wet, not the others, not Pearl or McKinley,” he seethed. “Me.”

He pulled out and shifted, turning around on top of her so that his sac rested above her mouth, his cock aimed at her breasts. “Suck me while I come on your skin. I’m going to mark you.”

The monster wanted this claiming. Despite the restraints, she sensed Packard’s inner strength, surprised it was indeed a match for hers. It dawned on her that he must have let go of the syringe, that she could hurt him if she wanted to. But the monster needed more.

Packard’s harsh beast refused to let her take advantage.

He squeezed her breasts and tugged on the chain, making her wheeze in glorious pain.

“I said to suck me. Now.” He released one nipple from the clip, then let it snap around her flesh again. The agony was orgasmic.

The monster moaned her release as she licked and sucked him, wondering if he’d give her the same satisfaction again. Soon lost in his taste, she groaned when he pushed his cock down between her breasts, pinning down the chain. It couldn’t be comfortable for him, but his erratic breathing increased.

“That’s it,” he rasped as he ground into her sternum. The chain rubbed her uncomfortably, and she relished the beads of blood that slicked over her flesh. The monster’s power grew as she settled into the place Sabrina’s beast should have been. She arched her hips, wishing he’d bite her clit. She wanted to tell him so, but she couldn’t when he shoved his ball sac deeper into her mouth. She nicked him just a little with a fang, to see what he would do, and he slapped her between her legs.

Heat gathered in her clit, the stinging slap turning her on like nothing had before.

Crazed with lust, she sucked harder, alternating her mouth between each of his tight balls.

He pushed his cock between her breasts even faster. He slapped her pussy again and again, grinding into her face and making it hard to breathe.

He suddenly jerked and came in silence, hot jets of seed spattering over her belly. Then he bent over to suck her clit, his fangs teasing with the promise of delicious pain.

Their oddly positioned sixty-nine had her on the verge of climax before he pulled that magical mouth away and knelt over her face, putting distance between them.

She cursed him and pulled harder on her restraints. “Fuck. Why did you stop?”

“Because I can.” He levered off her and scowled. “What’s wrong, mate? Did you forget who’s in control?” He pulled her head up by her hair, the pain making her eyes water.

“You are,” she breathed. “So strong.”

Weakness invaded her limbs, and her head spun as Derrick quickly mounted her. He stared into her eyes and rammed hard inside her. Then he put his hands around her throat and began to squeeze.

“You need it rough, don’t you?” he asked, taking her without mercy. His invasion stabbed as he slid through the soft flesh toward her womb. “I’ll fuck that darkness out of you.

She’s mine,” he snarled, staring through a haze of rage into her eyes.

He knows me. He sees me, the monster thought in wonder and fell in love with the Circ on the spot. She’d found a mate, the need to harm Derrick no longer an imperative as she sought fulfillment.

He pounded into her and came again, leaving her without her own orgasm, and she needed it bad. Sabrina roared her displeasure, not caring who heard her.

He squeezed her neck harder.

As her air intake slowly ceased, pleasure swelled inside her. Derrick had yet to stop moving, nor had his erection faded. He deliberately pressed against her clit as he thrust, and ecstasy consumed her.

“That’s it. Let it out,” he panted. Pushing her. “Let it go, dammit.” The monster thrashed and shook, feeling threatened by the hum of pleasure breaking through. And then it happened. Ecstasy crashed through her being, and Sabrina took charge once more. Her passion exploded, and as the monster roared in denial, Sabrina forced herself to change back.

Derrick changed with her, as if sensing what she meant to do.

Sabrina shuddered around him, still caught in an inhuman orgasm that wouldn’t stop.

When she caught her breath, she stared up at him. He shook as he leaned over her, sweat dripping down his chest, matching the perspiration on her own body.

“You okay, princess?” he asked quietly.

She burst into tears.

Derrick panicked. He quickly released her from the restraints. “Damn it. Sabrina, honey, it’s okay. You’re okay.” He dried her eyes, only to see them fill with more tears. “Shit.

I’m so fucking sorry. But it was the only way to bring you out of it. I’d never --” She pulled him down and hugged him tight. Shaking, she seemed so incredibly frail, and not at all like the creature who’d looked out at him from her eyes.

One minute they’d been making love, the next, he’d felt unexplainably threatened.