Marie Harte - Roane

“You,” she answered without thinking. She needed him to finish, to feel his seed bathing her womb. “Now give it to me. All of it,” she said in a growl not human. “In me.

Mine.”

“Yes,” he hissed and ground against her.

Caitlyn came, drawing him deeper as he jetted inside her with force. She’d never before felt anyone come inside her, but her sensitized flesh could feel his warm seed filling her. Joy blanketed her body as she milked him dry.

When Roane finally withdrew, she smiled sleepily, barely aware of anything but a profound sense of contentment. “You made a mess.”

“A big one.” He grunted. “You’re covered with my cum.” She made an attempt to move out from under him but went nowhere.

“Leave it. I like you covered with me. Inside and out,” he said with a grin that faded when their eyes met. His eyes were so dark they looked black. So sexy and commanding.

“Remember who you belong to, baby.”

“You,” she whispered, recognizing the truth though she didn’t understand the why of it. For now, she hastened to add, but the beast within her refused to verbally deny Roane what he wanted to hear.

“That’s right. Mine.” Before she could say anything more, he managed to shove himself inside her again, stunning her that he was still half-hard. He rolled to his side and tucked her head against his shoulder. “Now sleep. I’ll protect you.” Exhaustion struck her all of a sudden. Not questioning anything anymore, she drifted off, inhaling his scent with every breath she took.

She awakened later, her body screaming with pleasure. Roane had her facedown on the bed, her ass in the air as he shafted her in a frenzied pace. She felt every inch of him in this position, and she couldn’t stop from rocking back into him.

“You’re so tight,” he groaned and shuddered, filling her once more. “God, I love coming inside you.”

Something about what he said cautioned her, but then he withdrew, flipped her over, and went down on her, and every thought in her head flew away on wings of desire.

Bright light filtered through the lone window in the room, hitting her eyes. Caitlyn tried to block it but was unable to. A thick, muscular arm caged hers and a large hand splayed over her belly.

She squirmed and felt Roane shifting, his steely cock prodding her ass.

“No more,” she groaned and turned her head into the pillow. Her whole body felt sore.

They’d had sex at least twice more after he’d taken her from behind. To her chagrin, she’d encouraged him each time. Though they’d only just met, she knew him. That scent drew her.

It was no longer just his own, but a subtle combination of them both that proclaimed to one and all who belonged to whom.

When Roane turned onto his back, freeing her, Caitlyn yawned and stretched. She grimaced when she moved and felt sticky between her thighs. “Good Lord,” she said, feeling her face heat. “I’m full of… Oh my God! Your cum. In me. We had unprotected sex!” She felt like a complete moron. They’d been going at it all night, and she just now realized her dilemma?

“Four times,” he agreed, sounding amused. “Or was that five?”

“It’s not funny,” she seethed, trying to remember where she was in her cycle, which was to say nothing of the panic she felt about disease. “Aren’t you worried I might have given you something? You don’t know me from Adam.”

Roane pinned her to the bed in a flash, his grin white, wide, and satisfied. “Baby, I fucked you so hard, you have to be swimming in me right about now. Circs don’t get sick, so if you thought you were carrying something, you’re not --”

“I’m clean, you jerk. I just meant that you don’t know me well enough to know that.

For all I know, you have something. Rabies, maybe,” she muttered, flushing when he chuckled.

“I like this side of you. Feisty, yet shy. You’re hot, baby.” The familiar gleam in his gaze warned her.

She shot a hand to his chest to stop his descending mouth. “Now hold on. This is just really weird.” Caitlyn shook her head. Last night seemed like a dream. She’d ordered Roane to eat her. Oh, shit. What the hell had she been thinking?

“That blush is killing me,” Roane said in a thick voice. “You get all red when you come, too, you know. When your pussy clenches me tight, hugging me --”

“Stop.” She gasped, once again thoroughly turned on. “Am I in heat?” she said to herself.

“I don’t think so. If you were, the rest of the team would have been in here by now. Far as I can tell, this is just between you and me.” He sounded relieved by the fact.

The rest of the team? She was caught between his odd comment and her pressing worries. “Why didn’t you use protection?”

“From what?” He looked honestly confused. The dark brown of his eyes drew her, the depths filled with a peace she hadn’t before seen in him.

“From conceiving a b-a-b-y,” she said slowly, so as to avoid any confusion.

Roane blinked. “Baby, right.” He shrugged. “That’s a possibility, I guess.”

“You guess?” She stared at him in shock.

“I admit, I wasn’t really thinking last night. I got your invitation, and I came. Many times,” he added with a smirk.

She wanted to brain him. The thought of a baby put her in panic mode. She was nowhere near ready for motherhood on a good day. And turning into some psycho beast with the threatening PPA on her ass definitely did not qualify as a good day.

Caitlyn opened her mouth to ask Roane what he meant about her “invitation” when she saw his gaze focused on her breasts. He leaned close and took a nipple in his mouth before she could speak.

Heat centered in the tight bud and traveled like lightning to her groin.

“Not again,” she groaned, caught in that crazy lust that muddled everything. Roane sighed and sucked harder. It took everything she had to push him away. She rolled out from under him with a speed she’d only used once before -- when she’d fled Vincent and Simon.

Roane whistled. “You’re fast, baby. Not bad. I really like this side of you, I have to admit. A real hellcat.”

She gasped when she realized she’d grown several inches…everywhere. Her limbs, torso, and body felt bigger. Her vision seemed keener, her sense of hearing and smell intensified as well. Right now, Roane smelled like a vanilla cupcake, her favorite. She centered on his lengthening cock and licked her lips.

“Yeah, that’d be good.” Roane bit his lip and groaned. “How about you swallow me again?”

“What do you mean, again?” A brief moment of clarity dawned, and she forced herself back to awareness. How, she didn’t know, but her body returned to normal. It felt like sliding through a slender tube, squeezing back into her smaller frame. Nothing painful, just pressure.

“Come on, baby. Do we really have to discuss this now? I’m hurting.” He held his huge cock like an offering. One she had to force herself not to worship.

“Roane, this isn’t funny. I could get pregnant if we keep this up. Hell, I could be pregnant now.”

“You’re not.” He stroked his cock.

“You can tell?” She swallowed nervously, fascinated with his swollen member.

“Your scent hasn’t changed. Still as sweet and spicy as before.” He wiped a drop of precum from his slit. “Coming inside you is pure heaven, Caitlyn. How about we go five out of six?”

Annoyed with him and her lust-crazed brain, she shoved herself into the robe hanging off the back of the door and stalked out of the room. Thankfully, she didn’t run into anyone on the way to the bathroom.

Once inside, Caitlyn locked the door before disrobing to enter the shower. Pulsing jets of hot water soothed her, enough to encourage her to sag to the floor of the walk-in stall.