Mated to the Jaguars - Paranormal M/F/M Menage (2 page)

She saw Maximon’s lips part and his eyes glimmer.

He feels it too.

He closed his eyes and shuddered.
 
Then he drew another long breath and wrest his hand from hers.

Maximon turned to a man Michelle hadn’t noticed before.
 
He was tall and thick with a full beard and a grey suit that looked less expensive than Maximon’s.

“Dom, this woman…what do you see when you look at her?”

The man tipped up his chin.
 
“Sir?”

“This woman.
 
This one standing here right next to me.
 
Tell me exactly what you see when you look at her and don’t lie.
 
It’s important.”

Michelle curled her trembling hands close to her body.
 
She saw Dom wet his lips and then look her over.

“Yes, sir.
 
Uh, well, she’s attractive.
 
She’s got dark blonde hair going to the middle of her back that looks natural.
 
A good figure.
 
Looks in her early twenties.
 
A really pretty face, without even much make-up it looks like.
 
Clothes…um…probably need a little work, but she’s got a girl next door quality to her I guess you could say.”

Max nodded at him.
 
“Then you see the same thing I see.”
 
He turned to her.
 
“I wasn’t sure.
 
I can’t trust my own eyes with this spirit-bonding.
 
It’s like some vicious type of mind-control.
 
It’s turned me insane.”

She swallowed.
 
“Me too.”
 

He walked to Dom.
 
“Take her to my condo.
 
Just leave her there.
 
She’s moving in with me.”

The man looked confused.
 
“Oh.
 
Ms. Jerrica…she’s not coming around anymore?”

“I broke up with her last week.”
 
He scowled.
 
“Ever since this—whatever it is started happening.”

Dom’s brow rose.
 
Michelle felt like a dark cloud of grief had descended on her.
 

He thinks it’s a curse.

He turned to her sharply.
 
“You are moving in with me, right?”

She managed a quick nod.

“Dom will take you to my place.
 
I have to go back to work.
 
I’ll see you this evening.”
 
He headed for the crosswalk.
 
There was a stagger in his step that he quickly recovered from.
 
He paused a moment, but didn’t look back.
 
“Make sure she gets something to eat.”

Dom moved forward to gather up her bags.
 
“Alright then Ms…?”

Her eyes stayed fixed on Maximon as he tore free from the thread of connection that had entwined her heart when they touched.

“Nacan.”
 
Tears built behind her eyes.
 
“Michelle Nacan.”

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One week ago.

Michelle swam herself to exhaustion in the small above ground pool behind her rickety adobe style house.
 
She loved diving her furred body to the bottom to seek imagined prey.
 
When she emerged from the pool a good head-to-toe shake would allow her bathing-suit clad human body to be mostly dry when she transformed.
 
After that she surfed job postings online into the evening.
 
Once in bed she played a game on her phone until she fell asleep.

Then the dream hit her.
 

She saw a jaguar in a jungle, and could see him as the man he was even when he was in his animal form:
 
tall and tanned with long dark hair and a regal face that edged toward Native American.
 
He bristled with gleaming muscles, from his thighs to his abdomen to his thick shoulders and rippling back.
 
She wanted him—that’s all she knew.
 
Whoever he was, he had to be hers.
 
This man had to take her body and sire her children.
 
She would run beside this man in the jungle.
 
No matter how difficult it might be, she had to be with him.
 
This was her spirit-bonded mate.

Things got hazy.
 
She was being taken away from her beloved, and it felt like her insides were being torn.

Votan!
 
My Votan!

Anguish burned in her throat as the vision of him faded.
 

A different man crystallized into her view.
 
He was dressed sharply and working in front of three large computer screens on an ornate mahogany desk.
 
She saw his yellow eyes and suffered the same torturous need all over again.
 
How could this be?
 
He wasn’t the same man she saw before.
 
Still—he was summoning her heart and body to him with the same devastating power as Votan.
 
She needed to hear his voice, to learn who he was and what he was doing.
 
She needed to be taken into his arms, lowered beneath him, and ravaged.
 
She would have his children too.

Too?
 
Two?
 
How could it be?
 
She was overcome by even more searing anguish.
 
Her heart was being pulled in two directions by two men who had equally consumed her.
 

When she woke she was drenched in sweat and had an ache of tightness deep in the folds of her sex.
 
She’d always known that she would be joined one day with her spirit-bonded mate.
 
But two mates?
 
How could this be?

She hugged herself and went over the details of the dreams.
 
She was waiting for the painful need to subside.
 
It wouldn’t.

Michelle transformed to a jaguar.
 
She had more harrowing urges in her furred body—the desperate need to mate.
 
She was panting and it was hard to focus on anything besides her yearning, but she needed answers.
 
Why were there two men attached to her heart?

She went into the spirit world.
 
The fast dive into her spirit essence only confirmed that she indeed had two mates—it didn’t tell her why.
 
And she knew this had never happened before in all her lifetimes.

The next day she told her parents she was sick and stayed in bed.
 
Masturbating took the edge off her painful need, but didn’t subdue it.
 
She writhed in her bed, sweating and aching between her legs.
 
She had to put herself back together and start on the mission of finding the men.
 
Why couldn’t they just be here?
 
Both of them—right now, taking turns thrusting their thick hard cocks into her.

Holy crap.
 
She’d never had these kinds of thoughts before.
 

When was she going to get this under control?
 
It wasn’t just sexual desire, either.
 
It was as if her soul had been taken out of her and given to these men for safekeeping.
 
She wouldn’t be right until they made her whole.

She thought that when she finally spirit-bonded with a mate all her questions would be answered.
 
She’d have a chance to finally connect to one of her own kind.
 
Maybe he could tell her what her purpose was.
 
Why was she a goddess who reincarnated in the mortal world lifetime after lifetime?
 
What was she meant to do?
 
She must have figured this out in prior lifetimes, but she couldn’t tap her spirit memories easily.
 
She needed answers for her present life.

All she got was more questions, confusion, and an agonizing choice.
 
Two men owned her heart but she was just one girl.
 
She had to pick one of them to go to.

She’d seen Maximon’s skyscraper in her dream.
 
She knew where he was.
 
This other jaguar deity was in some jungle, probably outside the
USA
.
 
How could she ever find him?

Maximon was her only choice.

She lied to her mom about a job in
New York
.
 
Her flushed face was just due to how excited she was.
 
She claimed the made-up job was entry-level, but they were giving her a room in company housing.
 
She even lied and said they bought her a plane ticket, when she’d actually wiped out her own bank account to buy the quickest flight she could afford.
 

I’ll be fine, mom.
 
Just drive me to the airport.

Nothing could have stopped her, but she didn’t want her parents to worry.
 
This was what she needed to do.
 
She was dying every moment of every day that she kept away from her spirit-bonded mates.

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Michelle sat on a white leather couch in an industrial loft that looked like something out of a magazine.
 
The ceilings were too high with exposed ductwork and the floor was polished concrete.
 
Next to her was a wall of metal framed windows that had probably once belonged to a factory.
 
It was chilly, with multiple radiators fighting to fill a ridiculously expansive space with heat.
 
Michelle was too tense to relax on the stiff couch.

Was Maximon really the right choice?
 
She chewed her fingernail.
 
Even now she was craving the arms of Votan,
her jungle jaguar.
 
Well, she craved the arms of Maximon, too.
 
Damn it.
 
How could he leave her alone?
 
Wasn’t he suffering as much as she was?

Dom had brought her there, showed her where the kitchen was, and left her.
 
Now she sat and she waited, only opening her suitcase to take out a knit shawl.

This sucks.

After a while she got up and explored.
 
There were small rooms opposite the windows.
 
One was a den with a bookshelf.
 
The Books of B’alam caught her eye.
 
She plucked it from the shelf and sat in a small armchair to read.

Maximon had dismissed Caquix’s attack on her with a few words, but she was still fighting off tendrils of fear.
 
What if the creep came after her again?
 

Caquix was a demon from the dark world that existed beneath the spirit-world.
 
Michelle knew about this other world well enough—it was where all the pesky monkey demons came from.
 
Apparently Caquix had many brides and thousands of children.
 
He was subdued by twin gods long ago, but could never entirely be destroyed.
 

What the Hell does he want now?
 
And why had he tried to kidnap her?

It was a pity.
 
Caquix was one of her godly kin.
 
If he wasn’t so damned creepy she would have liked to get to know him better.

Somehow she knew that was overly naïve.
 
He might have looked like a man, but what she felt from him was terrifying.
 

Michelle took her jaguar form and went back into the main open area to recline on the couch.
 
She’d go into the spirit world and see if she could tap into the essence of her goddess form for any memories of Caquix.
 
It was probably going to be futile.
 
The stream was too overwhelming to withstand for long.
 
Still…doing nothing in response to the encounter was foolish.
 
If she needed to act then this was the only way to learn what to do.

Her cat form always fell asleep quickly.
 
She entered the spirit world and swam above the stream of her light essence.
 

First she checked to see if any demons were annoying her parents.
 
The things looked like small monkeys with short deformed limbs.
 
She loved to sic her claws and teeth into the little monsters.
 
Once she ripped apart one that was going to cause her father to get into a car accident.
 
Then there was another one that meant to get her mom fired from her work.
 
She didn’t understand how she knew these things—it was just a spirit power she was able to tap into.
 
Of course she’d destroy any demon out to hurt the people she loved.
 

She waded her paws around the stream of light looking for any dark spots where a demon would emerge.
 
This was procrastination, she knew.
 
Eventually she was just going to have to dive into it.
 
The prospect made her tense inside.
 
Her godly essence was so overwhelming she could never endure it for long.
 
She knew if she let it consume her she would become the goddess Ixchel completely.
 
It seemed so much easier just live her life as the human Michelle.

Far ahead of her, on the horizon of the stream, she saw a dark figure much too large to be one of the monkey demons.
 
She got an instinctive jolt of terror.
 
Anything bigger than a monkey demon represented more evil than she’d ever encountered in this world.
 
As she stared at the form she realized she didn’t sense any evil.
 
Her feet began to move toward it without her willing them.

The figure became clear quickly, because it was moving towards her.
 
It was a beautiful male jaguar, huge and majestic, slinking toward her with his hypnotic yellow eyes locked on her.

Votan!

She stopped moving toward him and sat on her haunches.
 
If her cat form was able to make human expressions her jaw would have been dropped open.

‘Ixchel…why have you gone to Maximon?
’
 
His mouth didn’t move as the words came forth.
 
He was speaking with his spirit voice.
 
‘You’re my spirit-bond.
 
You must be with me.’

Oh my God, how awkward.
 
How could she explain this?
 
She didn’t even understand it herself.

‘I don’t know why—but I’m spirit-bonded to both you and Maximon this time.’

Votan stopped moving toward her.
 
She could sense a smoldering cauldron of emotion emanating from him.
 
She almost wanted to back away.

His eyes grew pinched.
 
‘And you chose to go to that disgraceful profiteer, instead of me?’

Disgraceful profiteer?

‘It’s not like that.
 
You see—’

Votan leapt at her with a roar.
 

Holy shit!

Michelle scampered back, but the massive beast collided into her, somersaulting them over the stream.
 
She struggled to get back onto all fours.
 
Votan bit her scruff and her limbs became weak.
 
Then she realized he was mounting her.

Immediately, and with instinct rather than thought, she crouched to present herself.
 
The penetration she braced for never happened.

He got off her, but she remained in the compliant position for more.
 

‘See, Ixchel?
 
Your spirit knows you belong to me.
 
I’m coming for you.’

He leapt into the stream of light and vanished.

Michelle woke and took her human form.
 
Her hand went to her crotch, which felt like it was throbbing.
 
Her body still felt lit up by the feeling of his muscles over her smaller frame.
 
Her hunger returned to the fore.

Then she grimaced.
 
That was more forcefulness than she’d want to deal with as a human.
 
They may have been spirit-bonded, but she wasn’t his possession.
 
How would she deal with him if this is how he treated her in all forms?

Damn it.

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