Marie Harte - Roane

“Explain that, Doc,” Roane said.

Caitlyn studied him. God, he looked even better this morning than he had…an hour ago? She blushed, recalling too easily how he felt under her hands. What a body. And more impressive, he knew what to do with it.

She felt Hale watching her and ignored him, not wanting to see what was probably a knowing grin. Oh hell, they probably all knew where Roane had spent his night. Great, she was the squad “ho.” Maybe she should tell Doc that, to let him know where she fit into the Circ world.

“Of the viable Circ females I’ve observed --”

“You’re telling me there are other female Circs out there?” Ace demanded.

“Technically, they’re Circs, but physiologically, they’re still normal females. They’ve never changed, never experienced the mating heat.”

“Then how do you know they’re Circs?” Caitlyn asked.

Doc paused, studied Caitlyn, and nodded. “Come here.” She slowly approached, feeling all eyes on her.

“Go change into this, please.” Doc handed her an overlarge shirt, one that looked like it would have dwarfed Roane. Doc leaned closer. “Only wear the shirt, nothing else. Trust me, you’ll understand before we’re done.”

Though she had no idea what he was after, she changed in the bathroom adjoining the room and returned feeling like a kid playing dress up. The shirt draped off her shoulder and exposed the slope of her breast if she wasn’t careful. Caitlyn felt ultra-aware that she wore nothing but a thin layer of cotton protecting her from the five tough, battle-ready males surrounding her.

“Nice threads,” Hale said with appreciation.

“You look damned good in white, Caitlyn.” Derrick nodded. “Damned good.”

“My new favorite color,” Ace murmured, and even Zack seemed taken by the stupid shirt she wore.

Caitlyn took a subtle whiff, but couldn’t detect a trace of any scent or reason for them to be so enthralled by what she was wearing. She snuck a glance at Roane and hurriedly turned back to Doc, the only safe male in the room. Roane looked as if he wanted to eat her, which brought back last night in vivid detail.

“You’re definitely Circ.” Doc nodded at the men. “They can sense it, and you know it, even if you don’t yet understand what that means. Before yesterday, had you ever changed?”

“No.” She still didn’t understand what she’d “changed” into, or why the feeling that she was now more lingered under her skin.

“Why were you at Pearson Labs in the first place, Caitlyn?” Doc knew the answers to these questions; she’d told him earlier. He obviously wanted her to share it with the others. Their gazes didn’t waver from her. The intensity of their interest would have had her running for the door had Roane not been there, too. He provided a measure of comfort, whether he knew it or not. She instinctively knew to turn to him should she need aid.

“I used to go to the labs for monthly checkups. I was never sick, but my parents told me I’d had an unusual development following my birth that made it necessary to constantly monitor my health.”

“What development?” Doc asked.

“I don’t know. They never really explained why, and I went because they asked me to.

It was no big deal. Blood samples, a strand of hair, a fingernail clipping. The labs took harmless pieces of me. Then they’d give me a shot each visit, to boost my immunity, they said. Nothing too hard to swallow.”

Roane honed in on her mouth. Not a great choice of words, Caitlyn. She nervously continued. “When I hit puberty, my body changed.”

“No kidding,” Hale murmured.

Roane scowled.

“You mean more than physically,” Doc added and faced the others. “Elliot made sure Caitlyn received a monthly dose of the Circe toxin for the first twelve years of her life. The gradual exposure to the virus in small quantities, in addition to the genetic manipulation from her father, helped her body overcome the resistance so many other Circs later fell to.

Caitlyn is a one hundred percent, fully functioning Circ.

“I’m guessing Elliot and his team found something in your blood, something they can use. You hadn’t changed until now, so whatever they found is recent. I’d love to know what made them come after you.”

“So would I,” Roane said in a low voice. “What happened to you on the beach that day, Caitlyn? When we spotted Dunn and Hoff near you, we knew we had to act fast.”

“Who?”

“The PPA? Simon Dunn and Vincent Hoff. The assholes who met you on the beach.” She swallowed and crossed her arms nervously over her chest. “I’ve been, or at least, I was sick for a while. I’d come to the beach to relax, to take some time and think.”

“Sick?” Roane looked her over from top to bottom and inhaled. “You’re fine.”

“Now. I’ve been getting really bad headaches for months. Joint pain, fevers, chills.

Nothing a doctor could explain, but pain that would put me down for days. I didn’t know what was wrong with me.”

“Your body was preparing for its first change,” Doc said, as excited today as he had been yesterday when she’d explained her symptoms.

“I guess. All I know is that Simon and Vincent threatened me on the beach. They were going to tag me, they said.”

“Bastards,” Derrick growled.

“I thought they meant beach tags.” She laughed nervously. “They said a few things…”

“What?” Roane asked, his voice hard.

“I’m not going to repeat what they said.” Her face felt on fire, and she shifted uncomfortably. “But they weren’t nice. When they touched me, when I smelled them, I wanted to vomit. They smelled wrong. Evil. And the things they wanted to do scared me to death.”

Roane clenched his fists. To her surprise, the rest of the team looked equally angered.

On her behalf?

“How did you escape?” Doc prodded her to continue.

“I did what I used to be able to do, before the ability vanished a few years ago. I released my scent into the air. It’s like a heady perfume that goes straight to your head. It only affects males that I know of.”

“Show us,” Doc ordered.

“Doc, that might not be a good idea,” Roane said.

“We need to see what Caitlyn can do, how you react to her. I’m trusting that you’ll all control yourselves,” he warned and tapped a small tray next to him. On it lay what looked to Caitlyn like a small, metallic gun. “No one will hurt you, Caitlyn. But if any of these guys get out of hand, as sometimes happens during testing, a small tranquilizer will even the playing field.

“I’m trying to illustrate to you all how Caitlyn and the other females are different. Go ahead, Caitlyn. Release your scent. Just a small bit, mind you.” That Doc had dealt with the men when they were out of control shouldn’t have surprised her. Still, comparing his slighter frame to all five behemoths in the room, she credited his preparedness when dealing with the men. At least she wouldn’t need to fear a mass rape if she overshot the mark.

She released a small bit of scent into the air. As one, the men stilled and took a step in her direction. Even Doc had to shake his head.

He had to clear his throat to ask in an audible voice. “That’s a small bit?”

“Yeah. I hit Vincent and Simon with more than that. A lot more, actually, when they tried to kidnap me.”

“Oh man.” Zack licked his lips.

She would have had to be blind to miss the physical reactions in the men around her.

Every one of them was flushed and glassy-eyed and definitely aroused. They looked as if she’d blasted them with her entire arsenal.

“Not a good idea, Doc,” Ace added. His arms rippled, and he grew in front of her, several inches wider and taller. He split his shirt and his shoes.