Reluctant Mates - 21 Paranormal Romance Stories (Werewolf, Vampire, Minotaur and Monster collection) (57 page)

“I will never, as long as I live, feel anything like that, ever again.” She said out loud, as if to make it real.

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A
s far back as I remember, I dreamed of being a doctor. I did the whole thing, worked my ass off in college, got into a medical school, and spent year after year studying, learning, and working in hospitals. I spent so long in school that when I finally finished and became Jeremy Mathis, M.D., instead of just regular old Jeremy Mathis, I was a little shocked. Not quite sure where I wanted to end up, and still young – only 28, even after all that school – I decided to take my medical degree to the rest of the world. I’d always wanted to travel, and I loved the idea of helping people, so it was a natural progression. That’s how I ended up in jungle.

My first posting out of the gate was in the northern stretch of Bolivia. Part of the Amazon that people from the outside didn’t show up in very often. The chunk of jungle I’m in has its share of problems past the need for medicine in poor villages. Drug cartels are, some say, the government out here. Smugglers, enforcers and kingpins seem to be as numerous as the tree frogs sometimes. Most of my job is taking care of problems that they have created. They shoot people, I dress the wounds. They steal all the medicine and I treat the infections. A month ago today, my path crossed them in a far more direct way. During one of my routine treks through the jungle, I was taken hostage by a gang of cartel enforcers on a shakedown patrol.

I spent three days in the dark. These toughs kept me locked in the middle room of a small compound that seemed to be some kind of a clearing-house. Every day I counted three, sometimes four, trucks coming to haul off product. My little room was guarded around the clock of course, by rotating groups of three. Their voices were distinctive, so I was able to keep time by the shift-changes. On that third day, about halfway through it, judging by the voices outside, I met another group, one that I had no idea existed.

Out of nowhere, the buzzing florescent lights in my room cut off, and my door guards panicked. I heard gunshots, I couldn’t tell you how many, and then bodies hitting concrete. Two quick, hard blows shook my door on its hinges, and the third knocked it not only open, but completely off the hinges.

“Mathis?” a voice called through the gun smoke and darkness. “Jeremy Mathis?”

“Yes? I mean, me, yes, that’s me, I’m Jeremy Mathis.” I’m sure I sounded flabbergasted. I
was
flabbergasted, after all.

“We’re here to get you out. Keep your head down and keep quiet. They don’t know we’re here.”

***

T
here were, as I counted, six men in the group. They had a way about them that said “military” to me. Always “yes sir” or “no sir” standing stiff as boards, incredibly polite and unbelievably strong. All six of them were well muscled, big, tall men with rather close cropped hair, although the leader, the guy that had called to me in that room had longer hair than the rest, but it was still rather close cropped.

“We’ve been out here... must be going on three years now.” The leader of the group, who everyone called Bolton, explained. “I guess I can tell you. You seem like a person who is smart enough to already suspect what is happening.”

He was right. I had already guessed what he was about to tell me. “Mercenaries, or well, we prefer to be called ‘contract workers’ even though everyone knows what that really means.” I nodded, finding it much easier to swallow a rescue-by-mercenaries than I thought it would have been. “You probably figured that we were military, and we were. Every one of us was a Ranger in the U.S. Army, but some... things... changed. On assignment out here for some black ops business a few years ago, we came across something that isn’t supposed to exist. But, I’d better stop there. A lot of the guys are sensitive about the whole mess.”

Regardless of who they were, I owed my life to these guys. My little experience with the cartel meant a pile of paperwork for the administration, so I was stuck out here until things got ironed out. The longer I was with this troop of mercenaries, something else began to happen. I
wanted
them. These were real man’s men. Like I said, they were all well-built and strong, but more than that, they had decency. Good guys, all of them. I couldn’t fathom what had made this obviously very elite bunch of troops abandon their posts and go mercenary. Just didn’t make sense. Bolton especially, was a dyed-in-the-wool military man. Whatever it was, I realized, must be huge.

The dreams started soon. I began nightly to fantasize about them, all six of them, having their way with me. I was never much one for crazy sex dreams, so either I was really, really horny, or somehow the trauma I’d been through made me want to please these men somehow. In any case, the dreams kept getting hotter and more debauched. At first I dreamt of just sexy encounters with Bolton, but eventually the rest of the troop showed up. I knew none of this would ever actually happen. I mean, it
couldn’t
happen. These were military men, all just doing their job.

A week after I was taken back to camp, I figured out I was wrong.

When I fell asleep, I was vaguely aware of the full moon that night. For whatever reason, I had a lot of trouble getting to sleep. I tossed and turned, but eventually, I drifted off. I had just started to dream of a full-on gangbang with the whole troop when I was shocked awake by a tremendous noise outside. I thought I heard footsteps – lots of them – coming toward the door to my quarters, and I thought that maybe that crazy dream was going to come true. Sadly, the noise was footsteps going
away
from me. Out the front door of our little camp compound the sound went, off into the jungle. Thinking about it, I realized that all that sound was very uncharacteristic. When these guys moved, they were absolutely silent. Right now though, they were just crashing around in the trees. The noise carried on for at least an hour or two before I started to get concerned and decided to poke around the building.

Completely empty. Now I was starting to worry.

They hadn’t left me unguarded since I had been brought here. But, they were gone.

That’s when the howling started.

I’d never heard such a racket. From the sound of it, I thought there must have been an entire pack of wolves wandering the jungle. That was a bit strange because, you know, wolves don’t often hang out in jungles. I listened to that for a time, but a few moments later, the jungle went dead silent. No howling, no crashing, nothing. All of this was just too bizarre. I had to go have a look around.

Outside of the front door, I realized that a heavy fog had drifted in during the night. The full moon hung low and seemed to be haloed by the mist that swirled through the camp. Soon, not even a minute later, I realized that I was not alone. Six pairs of round, piercing, yellow eyes peered through the darkness and the cloud and straight into me. Wolves, I knew immediately. Reason dictates that I should have bolted as quickly as I could manage – after all, wolves aren’t really known for being friendly, and I
did
have a large compound behind me to lock them out. I didn’t though. They didn’t feel threatening. Even now, writing my own story, it sounds ridiculous. I can’t explain why, but they didn’t seem to be any kind of danger at all. They were huge animals, much bigger than any wolf I’ve ever seen before, and slowly, they began to lope toward me.

The mist seemed to act as a sort of shroud for the beasts. As the first one crossed the threshold of it he began to change. The process was quick; the fur receded to reveal hard muscle and sun-tanned flesh, then the legs changed to one pair of arms and one of legs, and the creature, now human, stood. It was, to my absolute astonishment, Bolton. He was exquisite, naked in the musty jungle air. His cock hung heavy between heavily muscled legs, his arms and chest resplendent in the moonlight. Suddenly, I knew exactly why they had gone AWOL.

“Don’t worry. He’s fine. Come on out guys, you can trust Jeremy.” Bolton reassured his men in that soft but certain voice of his. Permission from their leader was all the men needed. One by one they emerged from the cloaking mist and returned to their familiar, human forms. Every single one of them was a sight to behold; Franks with his longer blond hair and smooth, chiseled jawline, Crockett with the dark buzz-cut and huge, sloping shoulders, Andrews had an unbelievable chest, Samson was, like his biblical namesake, a muscular giant of a man and Miller was smaller than the rest, and almost hairless, but had a beautiful, cool look about him and an easy smile.

They all, to a man, also had big, meaty dicks that rivaled Bolton’s in size. He was obviously in charge though. He commanded the men with gestures and sent them to circle me. I had already stiffened under my loose pajama pants, which Bolton noticed.

“I hear you, you know, in the night. Moaning, calling out for us. Dreams, I guess you’re having. Either that or you’re the most active masturbator in the world.” He grinned. “Well. Here we are. And now you know why we went merc. You’re free to ignore this, and tomorrow we’ll just act like nothing happened. Or...” he trailed off, and I knew what he meant. I wasn’t going to miss this opportunity. To answer him, I closed the distance between us and fell into his arms, our bare chests pressing together. Bolton’s scent aroused me instantly. He smelled like meat, like the jungle, like a sexual beast. I’ve always gone for guys like him – big, strong ones – but nothing prepared me for the alpha and his pack of mercenary werewolves.

Bolton was rough, but I liked it. He grabbed me by hair on the back of my head and wrenched my head backward. My skin prickled, enthusiastic and excited, when he nibbled and nuzzled behind my ear, then trailed his lips down the front of my throat. He pushed my chin up and tickled my neck with the tip of his tongue. My cock, hard as steel, managed to free itself from the fly of my pajamas, and when he grabbed me with his calloused, powerful hand, I thought I was going to explode. His slow, purposeful strokes took me to the edge of climax almost immediately, but he stopped when I began to strain against it, and turned his attention to his men.

Waving a hand in the damp night air, Bolton commanded his men to descend. They all had a certain look – feral, almost wild – in their eyes; they had what seemed to be a completely insatiable lust focused directly on me. I was a bit scared, I’m not too proud to admit. Of course the fear I had was partially allayed by how safe I felt with these men. I knew they were going to have their way with me, and that made me so horny that the fear and trepidation melted away.

Andrews was the first to act on his superior’s orders. He never spoke much to me, although none of them said much except for Bolton. He barked a “Sir!” and knelt in front of me, drawing my dick into the warm wetness of his mouth. His sucking and tugging distracted me from the rest of the men drawing nearer and planning their approach to my violation. Crockett stood behind Andrews and led my head down to his engorged, enormous cock, parting my lips and shoving his dickhead into my mouth. Andrews scrunched down lower to the ground and continued to suck as his leader had commanded, and Crockett had, by then, filled my entire mouth with probably half of his dick. The size of his member was unbelievable; it had looked big as he was pulling me toward it, but once my mouth was around it, I had to stretch my lips and open my jaws wide just to admit the small part of it that I had managed. I wanted to suck it all the way down though. I wanted to taste as much of the soldier as I could.

With a concentrated, focused effort, I relaxed the muscles of my throat and jaw as best I could and crammed another inch of him into my mouth, the head of his cock buried in as much of a deep-throat as I was able. Crockett rolled his head around on his incredible shoulders, and moaned out his pleasure with my rhythmic sucking and jerking. He shuddered loudly, which I thought was the precursor to a huge orgasm, but he clenched his jaw hard, and only a tiny trickle of pre-cum escaped. I lapped it up, already hungry for more of this sexual workout, and wondering when the others would join in. I didn’t have to wait long – gobbling on Crockett’s dick, I was taken completely unaware by Franks and Miller who came up from behind me.

My first clue was Miller cradling his cock in the bend of my legs. He pressed it up against the base of mine, rubbing back and forth as Andrews focused his attention on the sensitive underside of my dickhead. He flicked his tongue up and down, tracing the lines of my glans and popping the whole head into his mouth every so often to have a suck. My balls hung down heavy on either side of Miller’s thick prick, and as he stroke-fucked me between the legs he massaged my sack on either side. I have absolutely no idea how I hadn’t ruptured all over these werewolf soldiers yet, but I didn’t. I think, honestly, I was a little afraid of what would happen if they weren’t satisfied. Just a little – like I said earlier, I trusted them all completely, but they didn’t seem to be all there. Aside from Bolton, who was his stolid, stoic self, the rest of them were still slightly feral.

Franks got tired of waiting for his turn, so he made his way to the front of the line and stood as close to Crockett as he could. I’d never seen such a thing. Two huge, rock-hard cocks staring straight at me. I decided to act like something I’d seen in a movie once: I grabbed each one around the base and jerked them in quick, hard pulls while I alternated popping one head into my mouth, then the other. Back and forth like that, I kept on and on. I was completely lost in this debauched world of sex and manly, musky smells; so wrapped up in the whole thing that I didn’t realize that Andrews and Miller had changed place. Miller with his lithe, swimmer’s body, had maneuvered underneath me and got down on his elbows, pressing his ass upwards and around my shaft. He was clenched around me so hard that I thought for a second that I was already inside him.

The two with their dicks in my face were rolling their heads around and moaning happily out loud with each pull or suck I gave them. While I was busy pleasing those two, Miller snaked out from underneath, joining Andrews behind me just as the bigger mercenary slicked his cock with spit and pushed it against my hole. I had known I was ready for him, but I was still surprised how easy he shoved in. He moved into me slowly, enjoying my pleasured grunts and letting my exquisitely tight hole stretch over his thickness. The pain was delicious and intense; when he’d push in, his movement inside me excited and teased my desire and when he pulled back he left a vacuum that demanded to be filled up again and again.