Savage Hunger (Project Nemesis) (17 page)

“All right then.  It’s settled.  We’re headed to Brazil, baby.  Hope you still got that bikini,” Lucas said with a wink.

Chapter Twelve

When they passed by towns, one of the men would sneak inside and steal clothes for them to change into when they finally reached Brazil.  The moment Jasmine saw the dress they’d managed to get for her, she’d wanted to put it on, but good sense told her it would be nothing but rags by the time they finished going through the jungle.

The men had found changes of clothing for them too, since fatigues were a dead giveaway that they weren’t regular citizens and they needed to blend in as much as possible.

It would just be asking for trouble they didn’t want or need.

More so than that, they hadn’t taken the time to initiate sex with her.  She didn’t know if it was because they’d decided she’d been “bred” enough, or if she smelled, or they were just too exhausted to want to take the time.

It hurt her pride a little, because even tired, she still wanted to be close to them.  Her emotions felt like they were on a rollercoaster, but she attributed a lot of that to the stress of traveling with so little down-time.

They carried on over her like mother hens, making sure she was as comfortable as she could be, given the situation.  When they found little comforts like toilet paper or soap and gifted it to her, she felt like she’d been given the finest jewelry.  She’d kissed them with gratitude and gotten a rise out of them, but nothing more.

Maybe they thought she was a delicate little flower that needed protecting, but in her mind, she just needed their love.

The next chance they got with access to fresh running water, she cleaned herself up with the soap, thinking about the kinky mess of her hair.  She couldn’t remember the last time she’d gone without some kind of cream to put in it, or at least a brush.  The cute, spiky locks she’d had it styled in were a mess, turning to tight curls with all the humidity and lack of training.

It worried her and her attractiveness to them.  What she wouldn’t give to have access to an iron!

“It’s my hair, isn’t it?  Or these clothes?” she finally said when they’d stopped for the night.

The men just gave her a blank stare.  “Huh?” Zach finally said.

“You don’t want to touch me because of my hair.  Just tell me the truth and I’ll try not to cry.”

“God, baby.  How could you think something like that?” Dante said.  “You’re beautiful just like you are.”

“Well then why won’t any of you touch me?”

“It’s just…I think I can speak for the others when I say we’re just nervous now.  About hurting you,” Lucas said, going to her for a hug.

“I’m not going to break.  I need you.  I want you.  All of you.  It breaks my heart to feel this inside and not have it reciprocated.”

“Damn, girl.  You know how to make a guy feel bad,” Lucas said, looking down at her.

She raised her face to kiss him, feeling more confident now that she was clean.  She was ready to have her fill of men, to feel them wrapped around her, touching her, loving her.  Maybe her self-esteem needed a confidence boost.  Maybe she was just horny.  She didn’t care.  She wanted all three of them and she was tired of waiting.

Lucas gave in without much fight, kissing her, his lips hungry and insistent.  The stroke of his tongue had her gasping for breath.  Heat spiraled between them as he stroked a hand down her back and cupped her buttocks, dragging her against his erection.

She was as intoxicated with him as she had been the first time he’d kissed her.  She gripped his shoulders frantically, surging against him to bring them closer.  Her sex wept with desire, readying for him with urgent need.

Dante sighed huskily and slid up behind her, slipping his hands around to cup and tease her breasts.  He kissed the nape of her neck, breathing her scent deep into his nostrils and laying kisses there like small, licking flames.

Desire unfurled, shimmering heat coursing over her skin and making her melt.

She enjoyed their touch, the melding of their bodies trapping her between them, the contrast of their skin, rough and tan, dark and soft.

Dante’s cock dug into her backside, making her feel weak.  The time they’d spent out of each other’s arms lent franticness to their touch, as if they couldn’t wait to be inside her.

Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Zach stroking himself, watching them with each other.  It only served to make her desire that much greater.  She wished she could pleasure them all at once, and it made her ache inside that she couldn’t.

Dante plucked her nipples and grazed her neck with his teeth.  Her womb contracted in response, heated blood flooding her sex.

They waltzed awkwardly back, going down to the ground, Lucas on bottom and trapped.  Dante pulled back enough to allow them all to relieve themselves of their clothes, and then she was sandwiched again, straddling Lucas’ hips and grinding her cunt against him while Dante knelt behind her and rubbed his cock in the cleft of her ass.

Lucas watched her with smoky eyes, his gaze heated and slumberous watching her above him.

Just meeting his gaze had fire licking her veins.  She arched back into Dante, enjoying him play with her tits as Lucas lazily fingered her pussy and clit.  She bit her lip, needing more, and moved until the head of Lucas’ cock nudged her opening.

She broke free of Dante until she could take Lucas inside her pussy.  The moment that thickness stretched her tight hole, she wanted to cry out.  She resisted, moaning instead to feel her channel stretched and full.

Collapsing on his chest, crushing her breasts against him, Lucas gripped her ass, spreading it wide for Dante.

Dante groaned and lubed her anal hole with his spit and thumb, tickling and teasing her until she relaxed enough for him to wedge the head of his dick inside her tightness.  The moment she felt both of them enter her body, she thought she would explode.

Slowly, carefully, they set a rhythm that made her nerves claw to screaming life.

“Oh god.  It’s better than I remember, baby,” Dante growled heatedly into her ear, sending shivers down her neck and spine.

“You’re so tight,” Lucas muttered, his fingers tightening on her spread ass.

Jasmine moaned, allowing them to dominate her as they willed, to do with her as they wanted.  She just wanted to enjoy the ride, and they didn’t disappoint.

Their stroking and pulling sent hard spasms rippling through her insides.

The world seemed to spin.  She felt dizzy with desire, her heart beating so fast she was wildly disoriented and breathless.

Her sex clenched around Lucas, her buttocks flexed to the sound of Dante’s groan, his insistent pressure behind her.  She was overwhelmed with sensation, drowning in pleasure.  Tension built inside her, reaching a point of no return as their pace increased.

Lucas grit his teeth, groaning and straining as the quaking of her sex began and took them all over the cresting wave of ecstasy.  She felt them both come almost at the same time, warming her from the inside out.

She cried out, overcome and quivering with pleasure until she thought they’d wrung every nerve of sensation.  And then they were rolling and pulling out of her, and Zach was there, kissing her, holding her as she trembled in his arms.

Dante and Lucas left them alone, allowing her to enjoy Zach all for himself.

She was so weak and drained from the previous bout, she almost denied him, but the moment he kissed her, she felt her desire rekindling.  What was it about them that fired her up so much?  Drove her to crave them like life itself?

He rolled on top of her in a dominating position.  She was already relaxed and ready to accept him, and he pushed easily inside her slick channel.

Zach bent his head, nibbling her jaw and neck, heightening her sensitivity to his touch and scent.  She enjoyed breathing the smell of him in, touching his skin and feeling his warmth.

She raked her nails along his back and he gritted his teeth, nipping her in return.  She grinned and reciprocated, snatching his black, silky hair in her hand and holding him to her neck until he’d suck a love bite on the column of her throat.

He plunged shallow then deep, moving at a rapid pace that soon had her hips arching upward to meet him.  She wrapped one leg around his hips and he grabbed her ass, pulling himself so deep she thought she’d bruise from the pressure of his cock against her cervix.

When she cried out, he paused, looking down at her.  “Did I hurt you, baby?”

“Only in a good way,” she said breathily, clutching his tense shoulders and arms as he fought to pound her into the ground.

“Fuck,” he ground out when she undulated her belly against him, breaking his tenuous hold on control.

The frantic edge took over and he drove into her hard and long.  She cried out with his forceful fucking.  He tipped her hips up, grinding into her g-spot until quivers racketed her sex and she began to shake all over.

She lost all awareness of everything as the orgasm rioted through her veins.  There was only the thick feel of him moving inside her.  And when he’d reached his own pleasure and collapsed on top of her, panting, she thought she could die happy in that spot.

“I love you,” he murmured beneath her ear.

Hearing the words from him set her soul on fire.  She hadn’t realized how much she’d longed to hear it from him.  From any of them.  She’d known they cared for her, but it was different hearing it come out of his mouth.  One part of the puzzle was complete.

She cupped his cheek, meeting his eyes.  “I love you too,” she breathed, and fell into sleep.

***

They reached the bustling town the next day.  There were enough tourists around that when they’d changed into the clothes they’d procured through their trek, they were able to fit in without sticking out like a sore thumb.

Jasmine didn’t realize they’d had her purse with them, stuffed into the bottom of one of their bags and she had the prepaid credit card still inside.  It was untraceable and the owner of the small hotel let them get a room and advance cash, so they weren’t strapped to provide for themselves in the small, coastal town.

“My god.  Are we really going to have a real room and a real bed?” Jasmine said, looking at the small hotel room as if it was a mirage that would disappear the moment she stepped foot inside.

“Believe it, honey,” Lucas said, going inside and dropping their bags on the floor.

“Where are the others?” she asked, collapsing on the clean blanket and breathing in a sigh of relief.

“Zach and Dante have gone to meet this guy about securing fake papers for all of us.  Then they’re going to book a ship to take us to Mexico.  Should be back in a few hours if all goes well.”

She sat up in the bed.  “Are you sure they can do it?”

Lucas nodded.  “Zach can do anything.  And Dante could charm pants onto a buffalo.  They’ll be fine.  Good thing you had that card on you.”

“I just didn’t think y’all would think to grab my purse.  I thought it was lost forever.  I got it when I had this hare brained idea to smuggle cancer drugs into the country,” she said with a laugh.  “God, that seems like forever ago!”

“Yeah, it does.”

“I can’t wait to get a shower.  Ooh!  And clean clothes and fix my hair.  Oh my god.  There’s a real toilet!  I can’t wait to use it!”  She was practically dancing around the room.

Lucas chuckled at her.  “You’re cute when you’re excited.  “You do what you want, honey.  We’ve got plenty of time for you to get right.”

She grinned and ran up to him, hugging him tight and laying a kiss on him.  The moment she wrapped around him, he fell backwards onto the bed, trapping her.  She struggled with him for a minute, then decided it was pointless, and allowed him to have his wicked way with her.  When he’d finished giving her a mind-blowing orgasm, she was almost too worn out to get a shower.

And opted for a nice hot bath instead.  “You’re too much for me,” she said, smiling like a satisfied cat when she reclined in the hot water.

“That’s what love does to a man.  You know I can’t resist you rubbing that sexy body on me and kissing me with that mouth.  You’ll get yourself in a bind every time, woman,” Lucas said, grinning from the door.

“You’re cute when you smile at me like that.  I wonder what you looked like as a little boy.”

“Rounder and shorter.”

She grinned and threw a wet rag at him, which he ducked.  “Love you too, lover,” she said in a murmur, feeling the heat relax her aching body.

Chapter Thirteen

“We’ve recovered nine of the original twelve subjects, Dr. Wagner,” Captain Davis said, motioning to the body bags.

“Good.  Put these in the incinerator before they have the chance to heal.  I don’t want to take any chances on them ‘coming back to life’,” he said, looking pleased with the soldier’s progress.  “And the others?”

Davis scrubbed his jaw, hating this part.  “I’d like to say I knew, but the last group has been careful.  The boat they used to get away didn’t lead us anywhere that would help us track them down other than the coast.  We found everyone who had any contact with any of the villages.  It wasn’t hard to track these groups down.  They seemed to have lost control early on and just didn’t give a fuck if they were found or not.”

Dr. Wagner looked at the nine body bags.  “It could be the change took over their minds when they were unable to breed.  It’s something we’ll have to study the next go round to see if that’s the case.  If so, it could be the big break we’ve been looking for.  I’m confident the others will show themselves eventually.  We can outwait them.  The jungle is no place for them.”

“I’m not so sure, Doctor.  They could be halfway across the continent into Mexico by now.  Or down to the South.”

“We have contacts at the borders.  They won’t get anywhere without identification, and they have no one to help them now.  They aren’t in America anymore.  Time will tell,” Wagner said, leaving the room and cutting off further conversation.

Davis nodded.  He agreed.  Time would tell, but he thought in this instance, time wasn’t on their side.  They would never find the other pack.  Not in the jungle.  They could live off the land forever in wolf form and no one would be the wiser