Mated to the Jaguars - Paranormal M/F/M Menage (5 page)
Then he gasped.
He let her heel off his shoulder for her foot to once again connect to the floor.
He joined their mouths tenderly while threading his fingers through her hair.
Michelle met his kiss, beautifully sated and feeling weak.
Their embrace continued long moments, her soft flesh against his hardened muscles, and with abating heat in both their loins.
When he broke he gave her a look of drunken contentment.
Michelle let herself draw a deep breath.
Finally—she felt at peace.
She didn’t let the echo of the other man, the need that was still tearing at her heart, infiltrate the moment.
For now she demanded nothing but contentment.
Max continued soothing her hair.
“I want to take another quick shower and a nap—not necessarily in that order.
But I’ll regret it tremendously if I neglect my work.”
She smiled softly.
“I’ll help you with your work.
Then we can shower together.”
He dove toward her to press their lips together.
When he parted there was scarcely an inch between their mouths.
“I feel so lucky to have you.
I didn’t…when it all started.
But now I feel blessed.”
She caressed the side of his face while letting the sweet sentiment permeate her.
“Mmm.”
She laughed through her nostrils softly.
“Work.”
Max nodded with a grin.
“Yes.”
He took her hand in his and led her from the kitchen.
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Max took his jaguar form in the living room.
Michelle did the same, with little thought.
However, once she was on all fours beside him she became stricken.
Max froze before her.
She knew the feeling overwhelming her was mutual.
As cats their bond was harrowingly familiar.
She felt a connection that spanned centuries, and one so comfortable that no spoken language was needed for them to communicate.
In this form she knew everything about Max.
No human baggage encumbered either of them.
He was her mate, her defender, the guardian of her territory.
She felt like she’d had lifetimes running beside him, hunting, wrestling, tumbling together down grassy hills.
Michelle rubbed her furry face beneath his chin.
It was a greeting she knew she’d established with him lifetimes ago.
Unlocking the deep soul memory made joy course through her chest.
Max licked her cheek and then nuzzled her nose.
Michelle felt as though she was beaming.
In this form she loved him.
It was clear and palpable.
Nothing she could learn about Max the man could shatter what she felt now.
She understood the depth of their spirit-bond beyond the lust that had overcome her human form.
This is awesome.
Max hopped onto the couch and turned his head upside-down in a playful way to beckon her.
She cuddled against him, blinking slowly as their warm bodies mingled.
For a while they licked and snuggled each other.
She knew they’d taken the forms for work, but the loving resonance felt too good not to savor.
Without either giving any signal, they both lowered their heads.
Michelle rested her face on his large clawed paws.
Their legs and tails were entwined.
They fell asleep in a heap of furred warmth.
Michelle saw Max’s stream just a short leap from her own in the spirit world.
Something made her look up before she headed for it.
In the black void outside the streams she saw the white fuzzy line of another stream 300 feet above hers.
Votan.
He would probably be there tomorrow.
She boxed her ears.
It’ll be fine.
You have a plan.
She put all her focus back into the task at hand.
She burst into Max’s stream with an explosion of smoky white magic.
Her beloved was already fighting something terrifying.
Michelle cringed.
This had to be one of the snoutless crocodiles he mentioned.
She had no idea it stood up on two legs.
Max looked as small as an ocelot where he clung to its back.
He gnawed and tore with all his ferocity as the hideous black thing flailed with its short arms.
He’s going to fight this?
Wouldn’t it be better just to give up on this stock?
She forced her paws to sprint toward it and chomped its underbelly.
The thing fell on her, but she managed to scramble out from under it.
Now they worked together to tear out its throat.
It spewed a river of blood while still flailing.
They nearly took its whole head off before it died.
‘Fantastic!’ Max said with his spirit voice.
‘Now there’s just the small ones.’
Small ones?
There were three black furless demon dogs closing in on them that were as big as her.
The fact that she couldn’t be killed in the spirit realm emboldened her.
If she was wounded she’d just vanish, and the next time she returned she’d be healed.
She leaped at the nearest dog and latched onto its neck.
They tumbled while demon gave a hideous scream.
She tried to rip out its throat but its hide was too tough.
She struggled to suffocate it while the thing bucked and clawed her.
It took minutes for its strength to give out, then its yellow glowing eyes dimmed.
Max finished off his beast at the same time.
The last one they double-teamed.
Michelle stood beside her mate panting with blood dripping from her mouth.
‘Are you alright?’ he said.
‘Just winded.’
A dozen deformed demon monkeys were crawling around the stream.
‘Relax.
I’ll finish off these myself.
I’m so grateful.
If I can keep this stock it will carry most of the others.
If you weren’t here I would have abandoned it.’
Michelle watched him kill six of the monkeys before jumping back into the fray.
Then his spirit shifted them to another concern of his.
There were two of the snoutless crocodiles in the stream.
‘Damn it,’ he said.
‘Forget this one, it’s not worth it.
I thought it would be easy since I just cleared it yesterday.’
‘Where the heck are they coming from?’
‘It’s as though someone put a curse on me.’
Michelle bumped him with her nose.
‘We can clean it if you want.
They’re big, but they can’t cause much damage.’
He fixed his yellow eyes on her.
‘Really?
You’re up for it?’
She made a soft mew.
‘Sure.
This is fun.’
Once the area was clean he brought her to three more.
Only one had to be abandoned.
It held the dark shadow of a behemoth that Max had never encountered before, and was too scared to get close to.
They woke together on the couch.
Michelle’s muscles were tense, but she wasn’t out of breath the way she had been when she left the stream.
Max hopped off the couch and took his human form.
He was still naked.
“Michelle.”
His eyes were gleaming.
“I said our love would become real in time.”
He seemed to lose his words a moment.
His eyes searched the carpet.
“What I felt when I was with you in our true forms.
That connection.”
She transformed and stood to wrap her arms around his shoulders.
“Like we already knew each other from a hundred lifetimes.”
He closed his eyes and smiled.
“Like nothing imaginable.
It gets muddied up when we’re human, but as jaguars it’s so clear to me.”
He draped his arms around her back.
“I want you to know the human me, too.
I grew up in
Dubuque
.
My dad was a rancher.
My mom sold diet powders.
I got interested in finance when I saw how rich the bankers were that my family had to deal with.
I wanted to be a millionaire so I could buy the ancient B’alam temple grounds in
Yucatan
.
The jaguar temple grounds.
Balek-Balam.
South of
Chichen Itza
.”
“Wow.”
“It should be a World Heritage Site, but no one knows the history of the land.
Anyway—I’ve had a lot of girlfriends, intellectual women—often history majors.
I always hoped there was someone who I could love enough, who I could trust enough to be real with.
But you know how impossible that is.”
She nodded.
“I’m not perfect.
I flub on the entertainment expenses on my taxes.
I’ve broken up with a girl through text message before.”
She tsked.
“But I’m not a terrible person.
And I’ve never felt this way about someone before.”
He paused to wet his lips.
“I want to marry you.
Right away.
Tomorrow.”
She smiled.
“Of course.”
We’ll just save the real wedding for later…because you better believe I want an actual wedding.
He turned from her.
“But I have to be in the office to use the console.
I need to get rid of that
Asia
stock the second it climbs three points.”
He fumed.
“Then there’s some other shuffling I need to do.”
She rubbed his bare shoulders.
“It’s okay, Max.
I’ll be here waiting.”
“Come with me to work tomorrow.”
Now Michelle’s eyes wandered from him.
“No.”
“No?”
She pursed her lips.
Max pushed a breath out through his nostrils.
“Because he’ll be here, won’t he?
I saw his stream hovering over us like the Black Death.”
She continued to avoid his eyes.
“Fate is pushing all of us together, Max.
There’s got to be a reason I bonded with both of you.
I don’t want to hurt you…I just can’t cut myself into two pieces.”
A moment of tense silence passed.
“I don’t want to hurt you either.”
She looked at him.
He brought a tender hand over her scalp.
“Let’s have that shower.
I want to enjoy every second I have you all to myself.”
Michelle squeezed herself against him.
Oh, God…please let everything work out.
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Max soaped her breasts with his sponge while his rain-style shower cascaded water over them.
“What an incredible body you have.”
She smiled.
“You’re no slouch yourself.”
“Not to be crass—but these tits.”
He leaned down to kiss the swell of one.
“I just can’t get enough of you.”
His sponge dipped below her thighs.
He crushed it against her sex, getting soapy water to drip from her hairless groin.
“Turn around.”
She obeyed.
Her motor felt revved again.
Max had her tip forward and penetrated her from behind.
Her eyes rolled back in her head.
His thick cock always managed to hit the right notes.
His hand came around her front and two fingers pressed circles over her clit.
Michelle lurched up on her tiptoes.
Holy shit.
As he fucked and fingered her Michelle got a harrowing wave of déjà vu.
She’d been in this position before, with this mate, in other lifetimes.
Something was off however.
In the past he’d put it in her ass.
Her anus clenched with enigmatic need.
Her goddess form knew what she liked.
Apparently—it was this.
“Why do I have the urge to…?” Max said.
Michelle pursed her lips.
“Um…anal?”
“Yes.
I feel like I’m fucking you the wrong way.”
He reached down for one of the colored bottles on the rack of his tub.
“
Bath
oil.”
He uncorked it with his thumb.
“Is it too soon for us to be experimenting?” she said.
He put the oil back down.
“Of course.
No problem.”
“I didn’t say to forget it.
I was really asking.
Are we moving too fast?
I legitimately don’t know.”
He laughed through his nostrils.
“Let’s make our own rules, Michelle.
This is a situation like nothing else in the world.
It’s stupid to try to adhere to social norms.
We’re gods.”
She looked back and grinned at him.
“Okay.
As long as you don’t think I do this sort of thing on a regular basis.”
His brow rose.
“You’re worried I’m going to think you’re promiscuous?
You don’t think I can tell you have a good character?
What self-loathing state made you?”
“
New Mexico
.”
“Preacher’s daughter?”
“No.”
She turned away and got back into position.
“Just young.
Only twenty-three.
You said you have a lot of girls.
I’ve only had two boys.
Only one of them was serious.”
“I’ve been around longer than you.
I’m thirty-two.”
He shut off the water.
“You need to tell me about yourself later.
It was rude of me not to ask.
I was too focused on selling myself to you.”
His greased fingertip mashed against her anus.
Michelle lurched upwards.
She braced herself against the wall.
Her nipples firmed into twin pearls.
“Oh…shit.”
“Is that good?”
A shuddering sigh came out of her lips.
His finger was gliding over her hole, pressing against the taut wrinkles, and harvesting sublime pleasure.
The cluster of nerves he agitated made her clit perk.
He used the pad of a second finger beside the first and rubbed slippery circles against her ring.
Her legs began to tremble.
“Oh my God…why does this feel so…oomph…”
“Your squirming is turning me on.”
He paused to relubricate his fingers, then began a deep tissue massage to her ring.
Michelle’s eyes rolled back into her head.
She stood up on tiptoe while pressing her chest against the tiled wall.
“Hnnngh!”
“I feel like I’ve done this a thousand times before.
Relax the muscle, then stretch.”
His voice was turning breathy.
“That’s the trick.”
Michelle’s stomach quivered.
“I think I’m going to…”
“Just from this?”
She bit her lower lip.
“Mm-hm.”
He pushed one oily finger into her.
Her ring opened with a pleasurable throb.
His other hand reached around to her front.
He raked curled fingers up and down her labia.
She began to whimper.
Her legs lost a fourth of their strength.
The finger in her ass swirled gently, creating more space with every pass.
Her nerve endings pulsed in a melty, exquisite way.
She jolted as his fingers bumped her clit.
“Finger me.”
Her face grew warm from the request.
He had her quaking now.
She wished she could have masturbated without being embarrassed.
Max pushed a second finger into her ass first, and then he curled two fingers around her front to penetrate her.
His sexy voice hit right beside her ear.
“You get so tight when you’re horny.”
She whimpered again.
She was beyond any capacity for decorum.
His fingers threaded inside her ass, creating space between them.
The ones in front were more brutal, piercing deep, and coiling upwards.
Michelle squeezed her eyes tight.
She was feeling prickly preorgasmic heat.
If she came like this she was going to fall.
A third finger worked into her ass.
The throb still didn’t have any notes of pain.
She felt ready for cock—eager for it—but Max continued to coax her open.
His palm was crushing her clit and pussy lips while he fingered her front.
Michelle reached up to twist one of her nipples.
Then her stomach muscles clenched.
“Ngh!”
Max gave a soft gasp and jerked the hand fingering her sex up and down.
She convulsed around his fingers, squeezing them inside her.
Her clit contracted beneath his wet palm.
She couldn’t hold back her sounds.
Max’s hand was so strong, and he knew how hard he could handle her body without hurting her.
Her legs caved.
She slid to the floor of the shower, dislodging his fingers.
Aftershocks were still wracking her stomach muscles.
It took a moment for her regain coherence.
Then she heard Max grunting behind her.
She looked and saw him yanking on his swollen cock with his clenched teeth bared.
“Urgh…you sexy thing.”
He pulled her up by her armpits and positioned her against the tiled wall once again.
Three fingers went back into her ass, dousing it with more oil.
Then he clutched both her hips and pushed in the head of his cock.
Michelle remained braced for him, as much as she was capable of with quivering thighs.
There was a sting of pain, but a rapturous throb accompanied it.
Her desire was for him to go deeper, not pull out.
“You okay?”
“Uh-huh.”
He pressed himself in, inch by inch.
“Oh, fuck, you feel so good.”
Michelle’s pussy felt like it was buzzing.
If he fingered her again she knew she could be brought to a third orgasm that night.
She focused on the feelings in her ass, the heat and the pulsing.
An ache dulled the pleasure, but beyond that she felt sublime.
His cock buried into her ass to its hilt.
“Tell me if it hurts.”
Her pussy began to tighten again.
“Doesn’t hurt.”
He pulled half his length out slowly, then pushed back in just as slow.
Michelle moaned.
“Shh.
I’m going to explode.”
Somehow she knew that would feel good.
“Do it.”
“Rrg!”
He managed three more controlled strokes, then she felt the hot gush of his seed shooting inside her.
He grasped at her breasts while burying his cock deep.
“Fuck.
Hrrg!”
Then he pressed against her back, making the whole of her front press against the cold tiles.
“Oh shit.”
He kissed her neck.
“I can already say you’ve been the best lover I’ve ever had…and that was before the anal.”
“Mmm.”
She felt too weak and dazed with pleasure to formulate a response.
Max turned back on the water and cleansed her with the sponge once again.
After toweling off and throwing on some nightclothes they went to his bed to rest.
Later he made her dinner from some expensive lobster ravioli and white sauce.
Michelle drank the white wine he served because it was sweet.
It was only the second glass she’d had in her life.
He went to his computer to work into the night.
Michelle lazed on the couch, flipping through TV channels and texting on her phone.
She hesitated to call her parents, since lying to them was difficult for her.
She sent cryptic texts reassuring them of her safe arrival.
When it was time to turn in for the night she went to the spare bedroom.
She felt she couldn’t get into the habit of sharing a bed with Max.
She was meant to be with another man also.
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