Savage Hunger (Project Nemesis) (11 page)

Captain Davis sighed.  His Spanish and Portuguese were rusty, but he thought he could manage if he had to.  He was pretty sure some of the men were bilingual and could be split off into multiple groups.  They had the special tranquilizers now.  It shouldn’t be a problem to take them down, and it was better than murdering the escapees right in front of militia men.  “All right.  They’ve been moving from fishing village to fishing village and keeping to the coast.  I think if we get the local militia to help, we can cut off their escape before they move inland where we’d lose them.”

“Good.  I trust you’ll recover the subjects, Captain,” Doctor Wagner said, hanging up.

***

Lucas took the punishment from Dante and Zach without a fight.  Guilt kept him immobile while they each gave him punishing punches to the body.

“You’re a fucking idiot, Lucas.  I thought I’d lost my fucking mind.  You didn’t have one to start with.  What were you thinking?” Zach said, shaking his hand out after he’d given Lucas a good one.

Lucas rubbed his jaw, knowing he’d been in the wrong.  “I wasn’t.  She was begging me and grabbed my cock and I just lost it.”

“Don’t blame that shit on her, Lucas.  We’re better than that.  We’re soldiers,” Dante said, giving him a lick that sent him reeling backwards.

Lucas sat down on the ground, defeated and ashamed.  “I know.  It’s not her fault.  It’s mine.”

“Damn right it is.  We’ll be lucky if she doesn’t change and go berserk on her.”

“Guys, look on the bright side.  We’ll know once and for all how infectious we are.”

“Dipshit.  Putting her life at risk is no way to do it,” Zach said.

“Screw you, Zach.  If I hadn’t walked up, it’d be you right here and not me.  You just about lost your precious self-control the same as I did.  Except I didn’t start it with her, I just ended what you began.”

Zach clenched his fists but finally backed off, knowing Lucas was right.  There was no sense in arguing about it anymore.  “Fuck it.  What’s done is done.  Either she’s sick like us, or she’s safe.  Either way, we don’t have to be so careful around her anymore if something happens.”

“Shit, he mighta done us a favor, Zach,” Dante said, considering the facts.

“Maybe us, but damn sure not her.  Let’s get a shelter built and stop fucking around.  Lucas, you help me.  Dante, you can go find us some food.  Maybe she won’t hate us if we can provide her with a little comfort and some to eat.”

***

The guys thought they’d kept their little punishment out of Jasmine’s earshot, but they weren’t very successful at hiding what they were doing from her.  It wasn’t as if there were a lot of places to go, and she was terrified of being left by herself and running up on something horrible to let them get very far away.

She didn’t know why she’d pushed Lucas so far.  Sure, she could blame it on Zach getting her riled up, but it went deeper than that.

She hadn’t given a thought to being infected by whatever virus had them in its grip.  Maybe she was a moron, but after what they’d told her, she’d assumed it was something blood born and not an STD.

She hadn’t felt like herself after Zach had touched her.  That simmering desire rushed to the surface and wouldn’t go away.  It wasn’t that she’d never experienced insatiable feelings before, but this went way over that.  She’d had this crushing need to have one of them inside her.  Almost fiercely alien and unbidden and out of control.  Deep down, she’d known the only way to get it out of her system was to feel him come inside her.

Worries of infection, pregnancy, and everything else had never even risen in her mind.  And that just wasn’t like her.  In this day and age, it didn’t pay to be careless and stupid like that, and she knew it, and still couldn’t help herself.

Maybe something was wrong with her.  It’d been this way since they’d all kissed her.  Had something changed in her from that?  Had she in effect been given a small taste of the virus and now subconsciously wanted and needed more?

She didn’t feel any different other than the unshakeable lust pushing her to the limit.  Not yet.  And if they’d had that much concern about it themselves, they shouldn’t have pushed her.

Jasmine regretted urging Lucas to take her in the water.  She’d been so achy and unfulfilled, she hadn’t been thinking right.  That growing attraction to the three men had reached a breaking point.  They were each different and appealing, hard to resist.  She enjoyed their protective nature.  It appealed to that womanly side of her which had never seen a lot of stroking.

Sure, she’d had boyfriends, but they’d never made her feel as desirable as Lucas, Dante, and Zach made her feel.  There was something irresistible about them, an animal magnetism and wildness she’d yet to wrap her mind around.

Hearing the sounds of fists striking flesh made her wince.  She wanted to run into the group and put a stop to it, but this was something they had to work out between themselves.

If she’d been infected, so be it.  She was used to living with a death sentence hanging over her head.  She really had nothing to go back to in America.  If she could find some measure of pleasure and reward here, she was going to take it and enjoy it while she could.

The men didn’t seem any worse off for the illness spreading through their bodies.  If anything their supernatural speed and senses were something to be admired, even if it did come with some hellacious side effects like changing into pure animals.

Who was she to judge them?

More like, who was she not to pity their situation and want to provide womanly comfort to them when they needed it.  And they so obviously needed a woman’s touch with a desperation that bordered on obsession.

The sensation of being desired was thrilling.  A devilish impulse had entered her and she could no more put it out of her mind than she could stop breathing.  She knew that she was going to sleep with all three of them.  It was only a matter of time before they would stop resisting their baser natures and show her exactly what they wanted to do with her.

Simply thinking about having them claim her spread a delicious warm need throughout her body.

***

Little was said as they built a more comfortable shelter with freshly chopped bamboo.  The area had enough resources that they could remain in the area for a while before moving on.  There were fish in the stream, and the plentiful bamboo made for good firewood, dinnerware, and extra cookware when sectioned out and carved.

They had what they needed to make themselves a place to rest for a few days before moving onward.

That is, if no one was giving them chase.

Jasmine was just looking forward to giving her body time to heal from the upheaval she’d been through.  She could only go so long on fumes and fear.

Dante was an expert hunter, to Jasmine’s surprise.  He came back to the camp with a small, male boar he’d gutted somewhere off in the woods.

“Roast pig, tonight, boys!  And lady!” Dante said, slicing up the pig into more manageable sizes to cook.  They took the ribs and wrapped them into thick fronds, burying it in the ashes of half the fire.  The other side, they stoked to keep continual warmth feeding the smoking process, while strips of back fat dripped and sputtered over the open flame.

Jasmine’s mouth watered just smelling the pork cooking.  She’d given up red meat long ago, but given the situation, she was glad to have it to eat.  Her body craved protein with the strain she’d put it through the past few days.

Lucas and Zach remained quiet.  A tension had grown between them, and she knew she lay at the heart of it.

She thought about apologizing for her total lack of good behavior, but she was a big girl.  If she wanted to do something, then by god, she was going to do what she wanted.  They were all adults here.

After watching them sulk a while and continue to sulk through eating supper, she’d finally had enough of their continued silence.  She missed the camaraderie the men had had with her and each other.

She wasn’t sure why they couldn’t handle things better than they did, but she supposed that was just the way of men.  Jealousy nagged at them.

Jasmine stood up and looked at both of them, glaring.  “Look, you two.  Nothing’s wrong with me.  I’m not infected, so you can just stop sulking around the fire.  Lucas, you said the virus or change hit you in a matter of hours.  We fucked when it was still daylight.  Don’t you think if something was going to happen, it would have by now?  I feel fine.  I’m okay.”

Grudgingly, the men nodded.  “She’s right,” Lucas said, chewing on a piece of meat.

“You just want her to be right so you can fuck her again,” Zach said angrily, glaring at Lucas with a look to kill.

She half expected them to start beating on each other again.  Jasmine threw her hands up.  “You’re like a bunch of teenagers.  If this is about the fact that he got to me before you did, then let’s settle this right now.  I want you.  All of you.  Let’s make it even between us and get this shit over with so you can start acting like men again.”

The three men gaped at her in stunned silence.  If she’d not been so irritated with the situation and her own anxieties at an alarming height, she might have ignored them.  She knew she couldn’t handle much more of this, however.

When they didn’t make a move, and only stared at her dumb-founded, she peeled her shirt off and threw it on the ground like a challenge.

Firelight danced across her skin, making her shimmer.

A gleam entered the men’s eyes.  A hungry gleam that made her shiver in the cool, humid breeze caressing her naked flesh.

She felt her nipples pebble under the breeze and their stare.  For a brief moment, she wondered if she’d gone too far.

Zach and Dante stood up, dropping everything.  They glared at each other as if ready to fight.

Jasmine held up a hand, hoping to diffuse the situation.  “No fighting over me, boys.  I won’t stand for it.  I can’t handle you hurting each other because of me.”

“Go ahead.  Go for it.  You heard her,” Lucas said, jugging them in the ass with his foot.

Zach and Dante moved forward, pinning her between them and watching each other warily the whole time.  They weren’t going to take turns.  Not if they were going to keep things even between them.

Jasmine took a shaky breath, wondering what she’d gotten herself into.  All she knew was that she couldn’t handle them resenting each other for the fact that one of them had fucked her first.  If it meant she was going to have to keep all three satisfied to keep the peace, then she’d damn well do it.  They all needed each other, no matter what they might think.

The moment she felt their rough, warm hands on her skin, all thought of peacekeeping was lost on her.  She felt an immediate rush of desire just as strong as she had before, maybe stronger.  She shivered with the unfamiliar contact, her body reacting like an engine roaring to life.

Dante stroked her back, leisurely cupping her ass and rubbing it, sliding her pants down over her hips to drop to the ground.  In front of her, Zach massaged her breasts, bringing them to hard points of pleasure in his rough palms.

Warmth spread from their touch, pooling in her center like liquid heat.  Across from them, she could see Lucas watching through the flame of the campfire.  He rubbed his groin, obviously aroused by seeing her sandwiched between the two men.

She should have felt embarrassed or ashamed, but no such thought entered her brain.  There was only hot touch and lust now, and that strange, insistent ache that needed to be unleashed and tame before she went mad.

Zach rested his forehead against hers, his nose touching her nose, and then he moved his mouth to connect with her full lips.

An electric slide slithered through her, awakening her senses to his sensual onslaught.  She rejoiced in the taste of his mouth, the feel of his firm lips against hers, the almost hungry way he nibbled her bottom lip.

He kissed her slowly, leisurely, as if enjoying the taste of her lips before urging her to part for his tongue.  That slow, gentle glide into her mouth promised delights to come.

She reveled in the rough possession of his tongue, the slow exploration he perused of her mouth.  She tangled her tongue against him, feeling her engine rev to a higher notch.

Dante’s mouth on the nape of her neck only fueled her further.  She moaned when she felt his thick cock press against the cleft of her ass.

Dante wrapped his hands around her hips, grinding against her and rubbing his hands along the front of her hips in a teasing circle, increasing his closeness to her needy pussy.

A spasm of pleasure made her jerk.

Her breath caught in her chest.  Arousal made her wetter than she thought possible.  She rubbed herself against Dante’s hand, wanting and needing more and hoping they would give it to her.

She didn’t know what possessed her to act like this, so much unlike her normal self.  If anything, she felt they’d infected her with a bizarre, unquenchable arousal that she couldn’t seem to control.  Her body ached for their possession, to feel them deep inside.  She craved them with a longing that should have frightened her with its potency, but instead, she embraced the carnal feelings, hoping to urge them stronger.

Dante gripped her thighs, pushing her up high on Zach.  Zach took over his possession, pulling her thighs wide around his hips.

Air tickled her bare pussy, making her cold, but the feeling was soon banished by the hot press of Zach’s cock against her slick cleft.  He teased her, gliding against her wet folds, ratcheting up her desire until she thought she’d soak them all with her desire.

They reacted to the scent and feel of her like gasoline on a fire.  Their movements increased, the roughness of their hands, their urgent touch and taste.

She arched her neck back against Dante’s mouth.  Lucas, she saw, had pulled his

cock out and was jacking himself off to the show.  Just knowing he liked what he saw was enough to make her pussy cream on a hard spasm of pleasure.

Sensing her readiness, the liquid glide of Zach’s cock became a push.  Her vaginal hole stretched with his girth, slowly allowing him to press exquisitely inside.