Jungle Freakn' Bride (31 page)

“Blackmail?”

“Negotiation.”

“
I want the freedom to come and go as
I please
.
”

He shook his head. “It’s too dangerous. Even warriors travel in pairs.
”

“Then when you travel, I
want to
go
with you.
”

His
first impulse was to say no, but
the door rattled as Chaob entered
.

“How’s Ruth?” Carlie blurted.

“Last I saw, she was congratulating the winners most enthusiastically,” Chaob said with a grin. “I had to find them a room before we had too many full moons showing tonight.”

Mouth wide open in shock
,
it seemed
,
at the idea her sister got frisky in public,
Carlie
didn’t immediately react when Acat caught her hands together and wound a length of rope around them.

“
What are you doing?” she asked, her voice edged in panic.
She pulled with the fr
enzy of a wild creature caught.
“
If you’re waiting for an answer to your deal, then I say yes. Okay. Happy? Now untie me.”

Giving up control was Carlie’s one weakness.
But if she could let go…he knew she’d find great pleasure.
He shook his head.
“
Your sister leaving for your staying
is a separate affair.
This
, my datura,
has to do with what you did. Escaping and telling secrets.
I told you I was going to punish you
if you tried anything
,” he said matter
-
of
-
factly. “And I am a man of
my
word.”

“He is,” Chaob agreed solemnly.

“I thought you wouldn’t hurt me.”

“We won’t.” Acat raised her hands and
tied
them t
o
a rope Chaob threaded
over
an exposed roof beam.
Cinching them,
she ended up
standing flat footed with her arms over her head.

“We would never hurt you,” Chaob promised. “But, we’re not
above
making you scream.”

“Or moan,” Acat added
,
flicking the tip of her nipple. She bit her lip instead of vocalizing her pleasure.

“I don’t do bondage,” she stated.

“
This isn’t bondage. It’s foreplay.” He whispered the word in her ear
as he
let his
naked
torso
brush
her trembling body.
Acat monitored her
reaction
s.
H
is plan wasn’t to scare her
. Suffering a little trepidation
, though,
yes.
He wanted her to r
ecogniz
e
they shared something rare and beautiful.
He wanted her to a
dmit, if only to herself
,
that she did care for them.

Her heart rate quickened
,
especially when he circled her body, a finger trailing over her skin.

“
I think it is time we showed you wh
at it means to be
mates.”

“
We got hitched b
ecause you liked the smell of me.
”

Did she really think it was that simple?
He and Chaob would have to show her differently.
“Initially
,
yes
, we located you by scent
, the gods
’
way of guiding us to our true bride
. Now
,
though,
we are bound more closely than that.” Acat’s fingers moved and h
er flimsy
,
two
-
piece bikini met the floor a moment later
,
leaving her exposed to
their
view.

“We know you feel it,” Chaob said, joining him in circling her as they spoke
. They
stared
at her perfection
, warmed her body with
simple caresses and tickles of skin
. “
You f
eel the connection
joining us
.”

“The tug. The urge. The need to see us. Be with us.”
To never leave us…

She swallowed before answering.
“
I find you attractive.”

“It’s more than that and you know it,” Acat chided.
“
We make you feel things you’ve never felt. Will never feel with another because you are meant to be ours.”

“Soul mates,” she murmured.

“A good way of describing it.
N
ow to make you feel it.
”

“
Beg for it.”
Chaob smiled as he flicked a pert nipple.

“Scream for us.”

Voice husky, her body swayed with her next reply. “
I’m going to start yawning if you don’t stop talking and start doing.”

Always needing to have the last word
, yet in this instance
,
she was right. They’d spoken enough.
Time to show her.

Acat took her mouth, that taunting orifice with lips that tempted, the tongue that teased
,
and the flavor he craved.
He caught her head in his hands and embraced her while Chaob kissed his way down her spine.

Suspended, she thrashed, her knees sagging and putting weight on her arms, a situation he rectified by sliding a thick thigh between her legs, rubbing his muscled flesh against the moistness of her sex
, holding her up
.

A cry left her and her hips began to dance, tilting and grinding against his leg.
If he wasn’t careful, she’d find her own way to bliss.
He pulled away his leg and caught her by the waist instead.

“So impatient
,
”
he murmured against her lips.

“Horny,” she corrected.
“
So do your husbandly duty.”

He chuckled.
“Demanding
.
”
But damn her if he didn’t enjoy it.
In
to her sex he
plunged two fingers, the muscles of her channel clinging to them, begging for something thicker.
He couldn’t wait
to sink his cock into her
.

He withdrew his fingers and raised them to his mouth to lick them, catching her
heavy
-
lidded
gaze as he did.
He savored the taste.
Wanted more.
He couldn’t resist.
D
ropp
ing
to his knees
,
he
spread her thighs
,
and with Chaob’s aid, hung her legs over his shoulders
,
placing his mouth in direct line with her sex.
H
e admired for a moment th
e pink petals of her sex,
the swollen readiness of her clit
,
and in a gruff voice
said
,
“
Are you ready for your punishment, datura?
”

“
Punish away,
husband.
”

Whack
. Chaob’s hand slapped the meaty part of her ass.
Unexpected, s
he cried out
a nasty word
, then almost screamed as Acat flicked her clit with his tongue. A tap on her cheeks. Another thorough swipe. Back and forth he and his beta went, punishing her with
short
splashes
of pain interspersed with pleasure.
Her desire mounted, as did his own,
his balls tight under his throbbing cock.

She sobbed for them to
,
“Fuck me!” Cried at them to
,
“Give it to me!”
Begged. Pled. Promised.
When she reached the point she couldn’t take any more pleasure, not unless he wanted her pe
aking without them, they stood
, one on either side
.
She was primed.
Ready.

“Fuck me.”

“Why?”
He wanted to hear it.
Say it. Say you love me.

“Because I need it.”

“Not good enough.” Chaob slapped her ass.

“Because I need you.”

Close, so close.
“Still not the right answer,” Acat murmured, rubbing her clit.

“You win, damn you. Alright.”

“Win what, datura?”

“I’ll be your jungle bride. Just stop teasing me. Please.”

Close enough to
the answer they looked for.
Lifting her by the thighs, Chaob’s hands
alongside his, they angled her
.

“My bride
. My mate
,”
Acat
growled as he
slid in first, a mighty thrust
in then
out. Chaob, at her back,
tilted her forward and
took a turn in her warm haven
.
Pulled o
ut.
Acat’s turn again, he angled back in. Out.
They alternated, back and forth,
a seesaw of her sex that left her in
coherent but for harsh breaths.

Their thrusts grew quicker, t
heir senses touching in such a way that they didn’t get in each other
’
s way.
They f
elt each other on a level that transcended anything so paltry as sight and sound.
Complemented each other, and completed her.

Chaob and Acat
claimed her, thrusting and pumping in sequence faster and faster, her body pinned between them, her cries soundless now as she just managed to gasp for air.

Her climax
,
when it came
,
went beyond glorious.
With a scream that was also a roar, she came apart in waves of bliss, a pleasure that milked them as they continued to thrust into her.
Until with a might yell, Acat remained within, and Chaob joined him
, flesh sliding against flesh
. The two of them pulsing within her channel, fitting impossibly, yet perfectly, their orgasm rocketing her into a second
tsunami of bliss
that left her limp.

And ours. So very much ours.

Holy. Freakn’. Orgasm.

Carlie recovered her wits
G
od knew how long later. Even then, she couldn’t really move. Didn’t want to. She’d heard of explosive sex
,
enjoyed
some good times in the past
,
but
e
xperienced
even better
times with Acat and Chaob. But what they did
…
h
ow they managed to both be inside her
…
b
oth fucking and coming and…

She preferred not to dwell on the mechanics of it
, even as she couldn’t help an after quiver of delight.
Whatever and however they did it, one thing became clear.
They’ve spoiled me for anyone else.
Bastards.
They probably knew it
,
too.

Worse, she couldn’t muster the energy to hate them for it.
Actually, she felt rather…smug.
And h
appy. Dare she even say affectionate?
At every turn they seemed determined to please her, challenge her, and treat her like a woman
,
this
despite her
demands
to the contrary.
They saw past her independent words and ways
,
g
ave her exactly what she needed
,
even if she hadn’t known she
needed it
.
In other words, they were her ideal lovers. If she could ignore they were also her jailors.
It was their bi
ggest flaw and she didn’t know how to overcome it.

Or could she change their minds about her traveling with them? Nothing like
an
awesome post coital glow
to see how far she could get.
Sometime in the aftermath
–
while she drooled
and jiggled in the awesome boneless state they caused
– she’d ended up untied and snuggled on
a
hammock, a male on either side.