Dawn Endeavor 2: Hayashi's Hero Read Free Page A

before he toppled over the prisoners. “I can see they're in good hands. Make sure the conscious one gets back to Mrs. Sharpe. She wants one of our team members to take a crack at him.” He watched them load the mercenaries in the van. “Best of luck, gentlemen.” He nodded and walked toward his own SUV.
    Before he reached the vehicle, he turned and watched the government vans pull away until their fading taillights winked out of sight.
    Overhead, the moon disappeared behind a mass of clouds. The streetlight flickered and then died. The cold made the emptiness of the space feel like the lot where he'd fallen all those months ago. Except here shouts, backfiring cars, and occasional gunfire filled the night. Not the best section of town to frequent. Then again, the way he felt, he looked forward to a scuffle.
    The faint, tempting scent of cedar and mint drifted through the partially open driver's window.
    Hell. They wouldn't. Not here, not now . His entire body tensed, and his cock throbbed, hard in an instant.
    He quickly opened the driver's side door to the SUV and started to enter. He froze at what he saw: Tersch and Fallon in the back. Together . Fallon had his head buried in Tersch's lap.
    Neither male wore pants.
    Tersch groaned. “Fuck, that's it. I hate the mating heat sometimes, but not right now. Oh man, you're only getting better with practice. Olivia likes to watch you go down, doesn't she?” Kisho couldn't move, caught in a lust so extreme, it hurt.
    No question. The damned mating heat was back.
    “Come on, Hayashi. Shut the door, man. You're letting all the hot air out,” Tersch said on a gasp and buried his hands in Fallon's hair.
    Swearing, wishing he didn't want this but wanting it more than his next breath, Kisho slammed the door shut and opened the passenger door instead, letting himself in. He closed and locked the door behind him, shucked out of his jeans, and positioned himself behind Fallon.

    His beast rose to the fore, and Kisho thickened, the familiar oils of arousal secreting around his changed cockhead to make the taking easier. He consciously transformed all of himself back to normal, though it wasn't easy. He wanted to remain in control of himself for once.
    He rubbed his body's natural lube up and down his cock and groaned when the scent of mint intensified. Apparently, deep throating Tersch was turning Fallon on, because his pheromones flooded the space. Not to be left out, Kisho gripped Fallon's hips, angled for penetration, and slowly pushed forward.
    “Oh, yes,” he hissed and threw back his head, taken with the incredible intimacy, the sense of belonging he felt every time he fucked one of his team. Fallon's tight ass gloved him, but careful not to ram too hard, Kisho inched inside until he fully seated himself.
    Fallon groaned and gasped, letting go of Tersch. “Damn, Hayashi, you fully changed or what? Man, I am stuffed. Olivia is going to be pissed she missed this.” Kisho grunted and pulled out, then pushed back inside Fallon's warmth.
    “Stop talking and suck,” Tersch growled. “You know Hayashi's big when he's not changed . Big cock for a little man.”
    “Little, my ass. I'm only four inches shorter than you,” Kisho growled back and started reaming Fallon harder, unable to help himself. His own arousal lingered, a subtle cinnamon that layered over the grunts and groans among them.
    Tersch tilted his hips and arched, shuddering on a moan. “I'm coming hard. Swallow me.
    Oh yeah.” He came, stirring Kisho to reach his end.
    “Gonna fill you up,” Kisho warned and tightened his hands on Fallon. “Just let me come, and I'll suck you off soon as I'm done.” He loved feeling a warm cock in his mouth, and the idea of going down on Fallon only increased his arousal.
    Fallon jerked, and Kisho shot hard, unloading the pent-up rage, hunger, and desire always riding him lately. An image of emerald green eyes filled his mind's eye as he climaxed, obliterating the good mood