Jungle Freakn' Bride (16 page)

“Oh
,
”
s
he gasped. It was all Mr. Kitty needed to thrust himself deeper into her mouth.
He should count himself lucky she didn’t bite
,
though
,
as he moved back and forth between her lips, especially once his friend yanked her down to sit on his chin, all the better so he could properly eat her. And she meant
eat
.

Never before had someone licked her with such enjoyment, lapping at her cream, toying with her clit, jabbing a tongue so deep.
Her teeth grazed Mr. Kitty as she clamped down, and he moaned loudly as he pulled free, but not away. He held her against his muscled thigh, letting her nuzzle his skin as she squirmed and moaned her pleasure. And when Golden Grin got the orgasm he worked so hard for? It seemed natural, no
,
make that imperative, that she bite
something
.
Mouth open wide, she chomped
Mr. Kitty’s
skin, hard enough to break skin, not that she really noticed as she rode the wave of bliss
, a bliss that exploded into a second tumultuous wave as
Golden Grin
bit the soft skin of her inner thigh
.

Holy freakn’ hell!
Pain. Pleasure. Heaven. All rolled into one.
She might have even seen
G
od that time.

Before she could come down from her rapturous cloud, her lovers were on the move.
Panting, her body coated in sweat, she managed to mutter only a
,
“What are you doing now?” as they repositioned themselves. Once they were done, she found herself with her ass in the air, her face over Golden Grin’s lap and Mr. Kitty thrusting into her quivering flesh.

With gentle fingers
guiding her into place
, she found herself eagerly bobbing for cock, sucking and moaning as a dick pumped her from behind. Talk about decadent
and e
rotic.
So freakn’ exciting.

The feel of him in her mouth
made her so hungry
.
T
hick and hard, his rumble of enjoyment vibrat
ed
through her somehow
,
a
nd yet
the cock sucking
didn’t distract at all from the even wider prick slamming into her from behind. And she meant
slamming
.

She wouldn’t have thought herself capable of taking it that roughly, or deeply, but hot damn, the more fiercely he thrust, the more she quivered and tightened. The more
he rammed, the louder
she sobbed her pleasure around the shaft in her mouth
, and t
he wetter she became.

The cock in her mouth came first, a hot jet of cream that she eagerly took, sucking and swallowing until he had to pry her from his spent shaft. And still Mr. Kitty thrust. Faster and faster as she clawed at the man still under her. Cried out with wild abandon. And when the most powerful orgasm yet hit, she found herself biting again!

Oh yeah, Golden Grin got subjected to the same chomping
his friend had. It was like she didn’t control her actions
,
h
ad to have a taste of him. Needed to mark him.
I
t seemed they were determined to return the favor because as Mr. Kitty grasped her by the shoulder to give himself even better traction, his
long
,
loose
hair brushed her back as he leaned over her
, covering her in a curtain of silk
.
His lips pressed against the skin on her shoulder blade.
She screamed
in heightened pleasure
as he left his own mark.

Spent, sweating, and throbbing in too many places to count, she collapsed on top of Golden Grin. Like a rag doll, her limbs lolled as once again, they repositioned her to lie between them, a sleeping arrangement she found oddly comforting. Or so she judged considering she could swear she heard that damned purring again – times three.

As if drunk on pleasure, she managed a slurred, “What the hell is that noise?”

“Sleep
,
woman. We’ll answer your questions in the morning.”

As if.

“Did you just speak perfect freakn’ English to me?” Carlie practically screeched in her fury. She fell straight from languor
ou
s after
-
sex
-
stupor into pissed off and looking for a fight.
Up she sprang to her knees to glare at Mr. Kitty.

“Idiot. I told you she wouldn’t take it well,”
her
golden
-
eye
d lover
muttered
from his spot on her left side in heavily accented –
ridiculously sexy – perfectly understandable English
.

“You too!” Lucky him, she had enough wrath to go around. She narrowed her gaze. “How long were you planning to pretend you didn’t understand a word I said?”

“We never pretended. We just never replied.”
Mr. Kitty actually managed to say that with a perfectly straight face.

She arched a brow. “Oh really
?
Gee, I guess that distinction was lost on me, because I don’t freakn’ care! How could you? I was begging for some answers. Some kind of reassurance
,
and all this time you guys could have said something to ease my mind
,
but remained spitefully silent.”

“Not spitefully. But we did have to follow tradition.”

“Tradition? What tradition has you kidnapping girls, locking them up, making them swallow poison, turning them into
some kind of purring sex kitten
,
and then screwing her senseless until she comes so many times she doesn’t even care you
got her to agree to her very first
ménag
e?
”

“
In our tribe, all matings are done with a pair of males.
”

“Don’t change the subject! I was still talking about the whole you could have spoken to me but chose not to
thing
.”

“We are
conversing
now.”

His calm reply made her seethe.
Too furious to speak, she clamped her lips tight.

“Now that the ritual is complete
and our souls bound
, the restriction on speaking is lifted. You may ask your questions now.”

Pompous ass.
“What if I don’t want to talk to you?” Too late, she bit her tongue.

Mr. Kitty
laughed. “
I doubt you are capable of silence.”

She growled.
A nice growl as a matter of fact. Not that anyone but her took notice.

“What? No questions?” Golden Grin asked. “I’m surprised.
I’d thought for sure you’d want to know about the ritual.
”

“
Or would ask about the battle where we
fought off all challengers for the right to claim you as
mate
.”

Okay
,
forget her angry silence.
She did have some questions.
“Mate? Slow down
a
nd back up. Let’s start with who the hell are you and what have you done
to me
?
”
Because, good sex or not, purring wasn’t a normal reaction for her or anyone she knew.

“I am
Acat
, warrior and chief in training for the
Luunaa Xtaabay tribe
.”

“The what?”

“Your English translation would be Moon Ghosts.”

“And I am his trusted second,
Chaob
.”

“Moon ghosts? As in legendary tribe of shape
-
shifting warriors?”

They nodded.

“We’re also both your mates
,
”
her big lover announced.

For some reason, the bold claim struck her as ridiculously funny. Plopping down hard,
Carlie
giggled. Laughed
her ass off
.
She tried to control it, but one l
ook at their frowning faces, and
s
he chortled some more. “Mate. Oh boy. Do I have news for you
,
boys. No ring. No priest. No marriage. Thanks for the sex, but if you don’t mind, I’m going to leave the settling down part to someone more suited to the lifestyle.”

“Whether we’ve done it by your cultural traditions or not, we are mated.”

“For life,”
Chaob
added.

Why did they say that so seriously? She frowned. “Is this because of the whole
potion thing?
Which
,
by the way, really freakn’ hurt.”

“It was necessary to make you like us.”

“Like
you
how?” A part of her already sensed the answer, but needed to hear it.

“You are now a shape
-
shifter
–
a jaguar, more specifically.”

“
A jaguar.” She snorted. “That’s nuts. People can’t change into cats.”

“We do.”

And did. One moment, Chaob lay there in all his tanned naked glory, the next, his frame shivered and morphed
into a furry feline, an act
that stole her voice.

“Holy. Shit.” She could barely breath
e
the words.
“Are you trying to tell me I can do that too?”

Acat nodded. “It is part of who you are now. The gods chose you because of your strength.”

“No way. I don’t feel any different. Much. Okay, I do, but I thought it was just because you purged me or something. You’re trying to tell me this has to do with me now being able to turn into that?” She pointed at the large cat.

“
That is a jaguar.”

“I know.”

“You’ll also notice
you have
e
nhanced vision, hearing, smell
,
and strength
,
as well as a rapid regeneration ability. As you become more comfortable
with your new duality
, you’ll hear your feline side speaking to you, not so much with words
,
but feelings and images.”

“My conscience,” she muttered.

“Your what?”

Well, that explained why she was suddenly arguing with herself.
“Never mind. While this is all very messed up, it still doesn’t explain why you called me your mate. I never agreed to mate you.”

“Yet you marked us
,
j
ust like we marked you. The circle is now complete. In the eyes of the gods, we are all three bound for eternity.
”

H
er eyes roved over to the men and saw her
teeth
marks
on their thighs
, marks made in
passion,
still
red and angry.
“
All because of a
bite?” Peeking down at herself, she noted the
silvery
crescent
s on her wrist
s
. Healed from when they bit her…the first time
,
it seemed
,
judging by the still
vivid indentations
on her
upper
thigh
and the one she felt throbbing on the back of her shoulder
.
“You chomped me twice? W
asn’t
once good enough
for you
?”

“It was necessary. Once the potion lulls your body into a state receptive enough, a dual bite
by your chosen mates
is needed to introduce our enzymes into your bloodstream. This
transfers
the jaguar
essence
.”

“
Like a disease?
” She didn’t bother masking her skepticism
or repugnance
.

“
Think of it more as a b
lessing.
”

“
So
I’m
part j
a
gu
a
r
?
”

Acat nodded.

A few days ago, she would have wet her pants laughing at the absurd idea of shape
-
shifting. Now…
Giant spiders, unexplained events
,
and vivid dreams of hunting on four legs…
God
,
I hope this doesn’t mean I’ll end up craving Whiskas.
“
I’m a
werecat
. I
s
this like
a
were
wolf
thing
,
where I change on the full moon and howl, or meow, whatever it is cats do
?
”