Caitlyn, the way Kelly talked about her mates on each of her visits. Unlike the ugly sex and occasional rape in Pearson Labs -- rapes that she’d been unaware of until she’d caught Simon Dunn attacking one of the females -- the Circs here accepted their need for sex. The mating heat, as Kelly had been all too happy to explain, had cemented her bond with two males.
God, am I going to have to go through that? A sexual frenzy that only a Circ can satisfy? Unnerved, Sabrina felt more than ever the need to escape. But how? She had no intention of trying to overcome a pregnant woman, not that she could with one of Kelly’s mates always at her side during her visits. So what then?
The sudden turning of the door handle startled her. The damned room was soundproof, so visitors constantly surprised her.
Instead of Kelly, Caitlyn entered. Roane’s mate, the female alpha in the group. A low hum settled in Sabrina’s belly. Worthy of challenge. Possible escape. Tamping down the notion, Sabrina studied Caitlyn closely as the woman approached her, confidence in her stride. They stood about the same height. But Caitlyn was curvy, whereas Sabrina was leaner.
She had blonde hair and green eyes, a real beauty. Like every annoying cheerleader who’d ever taunted Sabrina in high school.
Sabrina realized she might derive some pleasure by putting Caitlyn in her place. And she’d have no better opportunity than now. The late hour would ensure a dark cover, though any of the Circs would be able to spot her easily enough. Though Caitlyn was a Circ, she was a newly changed Circ. As a young girl, she’d been given shots to enhance the EP12 -- what Doc called the Circe serum -- that she’d been born with.
“You might as well just tell them what they want to know,” Caitlyn said in an even voice. She wasn’t as friendly as Kelly, but she wasn’t as aloof as the men were. She set down a tray of food on the counter. “You take any longer and Derrick’s threatening to force the truth out of you.” Caitlyn frowned. “He had a scary smile on his face when he said that, so I’m envisioning something unpleasant.”
Sabrina lowered her gaze, adopting a position of defeat. She forced herself to think of something sad -- of Anita, now dead thanks to the unrest in the Middle East. A temporary duty station that had turned into a permanent one, thanks to naval orders and an unforeseen car bomber. Sabrina keenly felt the loss and tears pooled in her eyes. She could almost hear her best friend cheering her on. Use it, girl. Work this bitch.
“I can’t do this anymore.” Sabrina lifted her gaze to meet Caitlyn’s, not surprised when Caitlyn softened. “I don’t know who to trust. It’s been so hard, being all alone.” The truth, all of it, but she would never normally admit such to a stranger.
Caitlyn nodded with sympathy. “Want me to get the others?”
“Roane’s the squad leader and your mate, right?”
“Yes.”
“He cares for you, treats you right?”
Caitlyn smiled. “He loves me.”
Terrific. So when he finds you crumpled in a heap, he’s going to rip my lungs out.
Sabrina didn’t have to force a sigh. “Do you think you could answer a few questions for me, then, before you get him? I’d feel a little more comfortable talking to you.” She gnawed her lip and glanced at a corner in the room. “Off camera.” As Caitlyn’s suspicion flared, Sabrina flushed, hoping she didn’t look as obvious as she felt.
“Look, I know you’re Circ,” she tried again. “You can tear me apart pretty easily. It’s not like I can overtake you. I just wanted to know a few things about the others, and I wouldn’t feel comfortable talking about this in front of the men.” She lowered her voice. “I want to trust them, I do. But I saw…things…during my time with Pearl.” Caitlyn glanced at the camera. “Roane is right outside,” she warned.
No, he’s not, Sabrina’s beast argued. No one came in with the female.
God, am I going to have to go through that? A sexual frenzy that only a Circ can satisfy? Unnerved, Sabrina felt more than ever the need to escape. But how? She had no intention of trying to overcome a pregnant woman, not that she could with one of Kelly’s mates always at her side during her visits. So what then?
The sudden turning of the door handle startled her. The damned room was soundproof, so visitors constantly surprised her.
Instead of Kelly, Caitlyn entered. Roane’s mate, the female alpha in the group. A low hum settled in Sabrina’s belly. Worthy of challenge. Possible escape. Tamping down the notion, Sabrina studied Caitlyn closely as the woman approached her, confidence in her stride. They stood about the same height. But Caitlyn was curvy, whereas Sabrina was leaner.
She had blonde hair and green eyes, a real beauty. Like every annoying cheerleader who’d ever taunted Sabrina in high school.
Sabrina realized she might derive some pleasure by putting Caitlyn in her place. And she’d have no better opportunity than now. The late hour would ensure a dark cover, though any of the Circs would be able to spot her easily enough. Though Caitlyn was a Circ, she was a newly changed Circ. As a young girl, she’d been given shots to enhance the EP12 -- what Doc called the Circe serum -- that she’d been born with.
“You might as well just tell them what they want to know,” Caitlyn said in an even voice. She wasn’t as friendly as Kelly, but she wasn’t as aloof as the men were. She set down a tray of food on the counter. “You take any longer and Derrick’s threatening to force the truth out of you.” Caitlyn frowned. “He had a scary smile on his face when he said that, so I’m envisioning something unpleasant.”
Sabrina lowered her gaze, adopting a position of defeat. She forced herself to think of something sad -- of Anita, now dead thanks to the unrest in the Middle East. A temporary duty station that had turned into a permanent one, thanks to naval orders and an unforeseen car bomber. Sabrina keenly felt the loss and tears pooled in her eyes. She could almost hear her best friend cheering her on. Use it, girl. Work this bitch.
“I can’t do this anymore.” Sabrina lifted her gaze to meet Caitlyn’s, not surprised when Caitlyn softened. “I don’t know who to trust. It’s been so hard, being all alone.” The truth, all of it, but she would never normally admit such to a stranger.
Caitlyn nodded with sympathy. “Want me to get the others?”
“Roane’s the squad leader and your mate, right?”
“Yes.”
“He cares for you, treats you right?”
Caitlyn smiled. “He loves me.”
Terrific. So when he finds you crumpled in a heap, he’s going to rip my lungs out.
Sabrina didn’t have to force a sigh. “Do you think you could answer a few questions for me, then, before you get him? I’d feel a little more comfortable talking to you.” She gnawed her lip and glanced at a corner in the room. “Off camera.” As Caitlyn’s suspicion flared, Sabrina flushed, hoping she didn’t look as obvious as she felt.
“Look, I know you’re Circ,” she tried again. “You can tear me apart pretty easily. It’s not like I can overtake you. I just wanted to know a few things about the others, and I wouldn’t feel comfortable talking about this in front of the men.” She lowered her voice. “I want to trust them, I do. But I saw…things…during my time with Pearl.” Caitlyn glanced at the camera. “Roane is right outside,” she warned.
No, he’s not, Sabrina’s beast argued. No one came in with the female.
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