Circe's Recruits: Gideon: A Multiple Partner Shifter Book (18 page)

Carter wouldn’t look at her. “I’m gay, man.”

“You’re Circ. You think I ever took it from a guy before? It’s not about gender, Carter. You know that. It’s about all of
us,
together. You feel her, don’t you? She’s part of this. She’s part of us.”

Carter stood still, tense, as she came to him. She felt them all watching, knew a sense of power. Of responsibility. Like the others, Carter had hurts buried deep. She could help him, she knew, and she’d make it easier. His identity in particular was tied to his sexuality. But as Gideon had said, it wasn’t about being gay or straight. It was about being Circ. And damn it, she’d come this far. She wouldn’t let it stop with Carter. He belonged to her too.

Time to bring him into the fold.

Chapter Eleven

Carter didn’t want to hurt the pretty blond. Bailey seemed sweet, and had his tastes run toward women, he would have given her a second look. But he didn’t want a woman. He wanted… He stared at Gideon and Eli, at Alex looking so relaxed. He wanted what they had. A sense of communion he could feel, had felt, but now seemed outside of that circle.

Because of the female. A woman always seemed to come between him and those he loved. Society’s fucking rules. Gays had no place in the world, at least not in the one he’d left. But here, with these Circs, there’d been no right or wrong with them. They’d fucked and held each other, and he’d been more.

Bailey, though, she— “What are you doing?” He stared with wide eyes as she went on her knees before him.

He sensed her beast, knew right then it wanted him, and he…settled. He shook his head, sought Gideon, and was surprised by the man’s smile.

“Come on, Bailey. Do him. We want to watch you make him lose his mind,” Eli teased. “She’s wicked hot, man. You’ll come so hard.”

Bailey ran her fingers up his thighs, her claws shorter than his, but no less sharp. The slight sting as she drew blood surprised him.

He liked it.

A fire started in his groin, his balls already tight from fucking and needing to release again. His cock thickened, the desire for sex and affection all bound up—but he sensed she knew that.

He looked at Bailey then, as more than a woman, but as the Circ who belonged to the group. The piece of the puzzle who’d been missing, though he had a feeling they hadn’t finished growing as a pack. His beast knew there were more out there. Bondmates for each of them, maybe.

Carter, the man, tried to take charge. But his beast—and hers—refused to let him. Gideon suddenly stood behind him, that fat cock nudging his ass.

“Open up, Carter. We need you.”

No one needed Carter. Except… He palmed Bailey’s head, feeling the soft strands of her pretty blond hair between his large fingers. “Suck me?” his beast asked, though Carter had meant to demand.

Bailey moaned and opened her mouth, her breasts rosy, her skin flushed. She slid full lips over his slick cockhead, and he bucked deeper, unable to stop himself.

Bailey didn’t flinch. She continued to take him in, until he hit the back of her throat.

The ecstasy was unexpected. She totally enveloped him. Like Eli and Alex had, but with so much more than her mouth. Emotional fingers trailed from his cock to his heart, stroking as she bobbed over him.

Behind him, Gideon prodded his cheeks apart and pushed. Being taken by his alphas was his world. A thick intrusion burned, then his body gripped hard, needing the penetration. Bailey continued to suck and drag her mouth over him. Her fingers palmed his balls, and he felt a burst of come shoot from his dick.

“
So good.
”

“Shit yeah,” Eli said. “I want a piece of that sandwich.”

Alex laughed.

The inclusive mood turned from affectionate to sexual, amping the need. Gideon rammed harder. Bailey drew him deeper, her hands firmer on his sac, priming him. Carter put his hands on either side of Bailey’s head, but he didn’t pull her closer, afraid of hurting her.

Gideon ground and angled his cock, driving into Carter’s happy spot. He jerked into Bailey’s mouth.

“Fuck her, already. She’s Circ. She wants it. Can’t you feel it?” Gideon snarled and pounded him into Bailey.

Carter had no control, but his beast loved it—being fucked by Gideon while taking her too.

Bailey scratched him, drawing blood, and he roared, lost to his beast. He withdrew from her mouth and yanked her to her feet, pulling away from Gideon as he did so. Then he bent Bailey over, braced against the SUV, and dug into her ass. The way he liked it. A hard anal fucking that had her begging for more as he let loose all restraint.

Gideon returned, hammering into him again, and the threesome made Carter lose his mind. He howled as he poured into her, as Gideon poured into him.

Threads of affection wove him closer to the group, until he could feel Bailey’s feminine energy accepting him, pulling him into a loving heart.

Sappy but true, and he felt it from all of them. From so many who’d never had a home, to this new place of belonging. He did his best to catch his breath as Gideon withdrew, but he remained locked inside Bailey. Her ass hugged him, and she felt damn good.

“Mmm. Again, Carter.”

He didn’t have the energy. Except he did. And as he took Bailey once more, he wondered how the sex among them could get any better. And when they could put that thought to the test.

Gideon watched Carter finish inside Bailey, still in a daze at how this orgy had started in the first place. He hadn’t meant to hurt the woman or God forbid force his attentions, but her beast had made it pretty clear she wanted him. Not liking the fact Bailey—the woman—hadn’t seemed to want him back, he’d waited.

And had been rewarded with more emotion than he knew what to do with. What the fuck had just happened?

He glanced around and saw Eli and Alex going at it again, this time in a sixty-nine on the ground that threatened to get his motor running once more. Thankfully, he’d given the last of his sexual arousal to Carter. Fuck, that guy’s ass was like heaven. Almost as good as Bailey’s fine pussy.

It would have been so easy to chalk up everything they’d done to Circ sex. But the emotional aspect to their connection had been there from the start. Only now with Bailey, it felt more complete.

She’d done something to him, something that shared his beast’s power, and he didn’t know if he liked it. Oh, his beast was thrilled with the female, thoughts of breeding with her at the forefront of his mind. But the danger present… He needed to take care of Norton, Lang, and Smith. Especially Smith.

His dead friends had to be avenged. Yet the thought of their passing no longer hurt him so deeply that he had to seek numbness to survive. Bailey had done something that softened his pain. He wanted to be pissed, but he could better function now. His gift for ferreting out his opponent’s weaknesses would be stronger if he could add his rage to the mix. The burning need for revenge gave him an edge, one they’d need to get back at the assholes who’d hurt them.

He glanced down at his messy body. He wore blood and semen. He’d been super far up Carter’s ass—that ass that was even now flexing as he pumped into Bailey’s fine body.

He’d fucked her hard enough to have a ton of cubs—kids—but he had a feeling they wouldn’t be having any babies tonight. He couldn’t have said how he knew, but he had a feeling the sex had been to lay a foundation for the group. Not to make kids.

Thank God.

He had no idea how being Circ worked in all its peculiarities. Probably should have stayed for more lessons from Doc and the guys, but being around another group not his own had bothered him. Not to mention those Feds had been more than annoying. His pack needed their own territory.

“I’m done. Shit,” Carter groaned. “Bailey, honey, thank you.” He eased away and left a mess.

The guys on the ground had finished with a lot of swearing and moaning. They stood, looking drunk on pleasure.

“I feel
so
good,” Eli said.

Alex threw an arm over his shoulders. “Me too. Man. An orgy. Great stuff.”

Eli snickered.

Bailey straightened, stretched, and sighed. “I feel like I just ran a marathon.”

Gideon crossed to her and gave her a good looking-over. “You okay?”

“I feel really mellow.” She yawned, and her fangs had retracted to look tiny. She appeared kittenish, but he didn’t think she’d appreciate the analogy.

Hiding a smile, he folded her into his arms. She fit.

He’d never had a girlfriend for more than a few months before shit hit the fan. Sex would get boring. The chick’s gold-digging ways would turn him off. He’d need to move because the cops were getting closer. Or the kicker—the ladies didn’t like Rod and Ollie.

But this woman—
Circ
—liked his new friends. She seemed to think they belonged to her, like they belonged to him. His inner beast didn’t disagree.
Huh.

She glanced up at him and shocked him with a blush. “I’m still naked.”

He grinned. “I noticed.” She had the perfect body. She stood a head smaller than him but had a rockin’ frame. A slender belly, toned legs, a bitable ass and perfect breasts. Not too much, but they totally fit in his hands. High and firm. And so pretty.

“What now?” she asked.

The guys paused and looked to him.

A good question.

Gideon considered their options. “Now we find that file in Jersey. Once we read it, we decide how we’re going to handle Lang and his dickhead cronies.” To forestall Alex, he added, “We’ll call in Circe’s Recruits, don’t worry. But we’re using them as a cleanup team to take care of the mess we’re going to make of Lang’s new lab. He needs to go.”

Bailey cleared her throat. “Me too?”

“Oh, honey. You’re part of the pack now. Can’t you feel it?”

The others watched her, and they reacted when she did something funky with her feelings. “Oh, yes. I feel it.” She smiled up at him, and he knew he’d never seen anything more beautiful in his life than her golden eyes. “I feel all of you. That’s so weird.”

They laughed, easing into a new camaraderie that would have its ups and downs. But man, Gideon had a new family. Time to make sure it stayed protected. And his.

***

Bailey glanced around the new van they’d “liberated” from a used car dealership at the ocean. They’d finally reached New Jersey, only to steal a car. She still had a hard time being involved in a crime, but the guys promised they’d make it right with the owners.
I’m so not jailbait material,
she kept telling herself.

She looked out the front window and saw Alex and Gideon walking toward the lockers. Number sixty-nine, Katie’s favorite number. She gave a sad smile, remembering her friend and appreciating the courage it must have taken to save others in the face of her own danger.

Alex had shared with them the fact that his sister had abilities like his. But he’d never realized she might know of her own death and done nothing to prevent it. Bailey could still feel his pain when he remembered Katie, but it had been tempered by the affection the team shared for one another.

“You’re projecting again, cuteness.” Eli grinned at her.

She rolled her eyes. “Cuteness?”

Carter chuckled. “It’s better than tight ass, which he calls me. That or Lurch.”

She tried not to laugh.

“So you’re feeling our emotions? That’s being empathic, right?” Carter said.

“I don’t know. It’s weird. Since we all…well, you know. On Saturday, when we were, um, together.”

“Together. Yeah.” Eli sighed. “We need to get together again. My mojo’s back and wanting another round.”

Carter flushed. “Ignore him, Bailey. You were saying?”

Gideon and Alex were returning from the lockers with a suitcase. “Before I was made Circ, I didn’t think of myself as psychic.” The guys had mentioned that Lang had used psychic test subjects. “I had flashes of what I’d call women’s intuition. Mostly about people, who to trust, stuff like that.” She frowned. “I never liked Myers or Yates.”

Eli snorted. “Yeah, join the club. Fuckers kidnapped us and injected us with all kinds of shit. I wasn’t psychic.”

“He’s lying.” Carter kicked back in the backseat, stretching out his long, long legs. “I’ve always been able to get people to do what I want, though not to the extent I can now. But not Eli. He’s got a natural shield. Not much affects him. He’s immune to a lot of suggestion, even when it’s for his own good.”

Eli shot him the finger, and Bailey tried not to laugh. To her surprise, she felt comfortable with the guys. Reminders of the sex they’d all shared, shockingly, didn’t bother her at all, because they’d
all
been in the grip of that desire. Carter felt like a snuggly older brother. Eli’s appreciative glances made her feel pretty. Cared for.

Alex made her want to offer comfort and protect him. But Gideon… She stared at him. He challenged her, affected her beast in a different way than the others did. She didn’t know what to make of him.

“So when we’d tangle in fights in the underground circuit,” Carter was saying, “it was like fighting a rock.”

“Thanks.” Eli preened.

“An obnoxious rock.” Carter opened the van and Alex slid inside. “Did you get it?”