Circe's Recruits 2: Zack and Ace by Marie Harte Page B

best friend, when he should have kept that part of himself secret. He’d never opened up to anyone before. Why had he thought now might be the time to try it?
    A knock on the door shook him from his thoughts. He opened it to find Zack standing on the threshold. His hair was wet, and droplets slid down his firm, bare chest, snaking under the band of his shorts. Immediately, Ace’s anger receded. The beast within purred its acceptance, wanting his mate closer. Ace forced himself to shake free of his stupid desire. He didn’t read appreciation on Zack’s face. The man remained expressionless.
    “What?” he asked more harshly than he’d intended. Zack didn’t flinch.
    “Kelly’s going through her change right now. Let’s keep this calm and together, for her,” he emphasized, as if Ace wasn’t worth the trouble. “I’m not going to fight you. And you’re not going to fight me,” Zack said quietly, steel reinforcing his words. He shifted into his beast in seconds, ripping through his shorts with his claws when he could have easily slid them off.

    Not as in control as you’d like to be. Ace found Zack’s lack of restraint comforting. So much for the stoic warrior making demands. Zack English wanted Kelly. And if Ace wasn’t mistaken, the gleam in Zack’s gaze as it ran over Ace suggested he wanted Ace as well.
    “She needs us. Change,” Zack ordered in a low growl.
    Ace kicked off his shorts and flowed into his second, stronger skin with ease. The feel of his muscles stretching and his bones rejoining no longer hurt. Instead, the transformation brought him closer to himself, to the heart that beat in his true breast.
    He scented Kelly on the air, as well as Zack’s overpowering sexual desire.
    “Don’t fuck around,” Zack warned and pulled Ace close. Zack sniffed him and focused on the faint bite mark at the crook of his neck, the mark Zack had given him the very first time they’d felt the mating heat. “Good.”
    Ace didn’t have to wonder about Zack’s sudden acceptance. No matter how their human halves dealt with one another, Zack’s beast had already staked its claim. As had Ace’s.
    Giving back, Ace grabbed Zack’s dick and rubbed a finger over the beading tip.
    Bringing the fluid to his lips, he savored his mate’s taste. “Mine.” He nodded to the door, his nostrils flaring at Kelly’s wild, alluring scent. “And ours.” Zack grunted, his eyes as dark as night. Turning on his heel, he stalked to Kelly’s bedroom and shoved open the door, Ace on his heels.
    What they saw stopped them in their tracks. Kelly Malloy had changed. Over six feet of glorious feminine Circ stared back at them with challenge in her eyes. Her blue irises gleamed against the hardened honey skin over her face. Her red hair looked almost black and had lengthened, coming to rest over the curves of her hips.
    She stood naked, her body arousing both men into a full lust. Ace could smell it in the air.

    Kelly cocked her head. “Come.” She motioned them closer. “Give me what I need.” She sniffed, and her pupils dilated. She rubbed her tight nipples, pinching them and sighing at the pleasure.
    Ace wanted to tackle her to the floor and mount her. Her breasts had enlarged in perfect proportion to the rest of her frame. He had an urge to suck those nipples until she came. His cock throbbed, wanting to feel her heat all around him. A glance to his left showed Zack similarly fixated. Which posed an interesting question. Who would sink inside her first?
    Zack met his look and nodded to Kelly. “Follow my lead,” he murmured and stepped closer.
    More willing to follow Zack when changed, Ace ceded to the larger male and stepped closer to Kelly. He was fully aware of the danger she presented. His beast sensed her need to control, to select what was hers by right. Just as he and Zack had come to an agreement those many years ago, now they had to allow for Kelly’s need to fight for her right to take her mates.
    Kelly