Authors: Cara Adams
Unchained Love 2
The Dom Protects His Puma
Omar Brown, a Dom and a panther, knows Ramona Davis, a puma, is his. But she refuses to accept him unless he includes Javier Miller as well. Omar is worried sick about the danger from the rogue panthers, and Javier is only a human, so he finally agrees to them being a ménage, but just for sex.
Against a background of self-defense from the rogue panther attacks, and Omar becoming the pack Alpha because Sam seems unable to focus on anything except protecting his pure-blood panther daughter Leticia, Omar introduces Ramona to BDSM, the lifestyle Javier also follows, and which they all find fulfilling.
Omar wants Ramona as his and his alone, preferably wearing his collar. Javier wants Ramona and is prepared to share her with Omar, as long as he gets her, too. Ramona wants them both, and her job at the movie studio. And the rogue panthers want pure-blood cat shifters—like Ramona, for instance.
BDSM, Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Shape-shifters
Unchained Love 2
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Unchained Love 2
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The bell sounded sweet and charming, like something from an old village church. But the sound ripped through Omar’s mind like fingernails on a chalkboard, only much worse.
Ramona. Oh gods, Ramona.
The rogue panthers had come for the woman he loved. The woman who refused to mate with him because she wouldn’t listen to reason and common sense. He jumped to his feet and raced out of the barn, where he’d been playing cards with some of the other male panthers, across the courtyard, and into the main building of Carnal Connections. He was first, but the other men were right behind him.
Where is she? I must find her! She’s mine, goddammit, mine!
Omar’s feet were pounding up the staircase while his brain was still trying to work out where to search for her first. The problem was she was so very friendly she could be visiting with almost anyone at all in the community. Omar rounded the bend in the staircase and decided to keep going up to check her room first, only to be almost shoved off the stairs by several human men running down them. “Go to the gate!” yelled one as he pushed past.
But Omar couldn’t. Ramona was his top priority. Only Ramona. Other people could fight off the attackers. He had to protect Ramona. He flung the door to Ramona’s room open. The room was empty. Why wasn’t she hiding in here? He crouched to look under the bed, pulled the closet door open, but it was plain to see there was no one here. He managed to knock on the room next door before wrenching that door open. But Leticia was gone, too.
Finally, Omar stopped and took a breath. Of course. Leticia’s father would have taken them both down to safety, along with the other unmarried women. He should have thought of that first. He’d wasted valuable time!
Omar headed down the staircase, leaping three and four steps in every bound, this time all the way to the basement, the dungeon where the community played their BDSM scenes. Knowing many people might be inside, he opened the door a bit more carefully, but the huge room was empty.
What the fuck? Where is she? Where’s Ramona?
He needed to protect her. Gods, surely she hadn’t been captured already! No, she couldn’t have been, he’d come the moment the bell rang.
Yeah, but what if the alarm was rung only after they were missing?
You were playing cards, not guarding your woman as you should’ve been, his conscience sneered at him.
I want to mate with her. I’ve asked her over and over, but she won’t agree. All I want is to keep her safe.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Go cry a river.
You’ve lost her for good now,
sneered the other half of his mind.
! the Dom part of his mind insisted.
So where could she be?
Reluctantly, his brain told him what his heart refused to believe. She’d be out where the trouble was. In the midst of the action. Doing her part to fight off the attackers.
No! They’ll take her! The rogue panthers want full-blood cat-shifters, and there are so few women around. And only one Ramona. One Ramona, and she’s mine!
Omar exploded out of the dungeon, up the stairs, and into the parking lot. He’d never run so fast in his life, and he had to fight to stop himself shifting into his panther form. As a panther he was a better fighter, but he needed to be human to hold Ramona in his arms, against his heart, pressed hard to his body, where she belonged. Where he could protect her. And he’d never let her go ever again, no matter what she said.
In a distant corner of his brain Omar thought it seemed awfully light out there for nighttime, but he was running so fast, his heart so full of fear for his woman, that his brain wasn’t functioning at peak performance. When he reached the main driveway he saw all the enormous lights that illuminated the front of the building and the main entry to the community, making everything as bright as if it were the middle of a summer’s day, not the night.
Several people were standing on the roof of a truck, filming. He recognized Nicholas and Curtis, the movie people Ramona and her friend Gaynor worked with.
What the fuck?
Omar skidded to a stop, looking everywhere for Ramona, but he was so confused he wondered if he’d been transferred into a different dimension or something. Omar shook his head hard, blinked his eyes, and stared at the crowd. On the road outside the main gates of Carnal Connections were several groups of people. Some of them were the people from the basketball match where the rogue panther group had first tried to capture Ramona. He noticed one man with long dirty-blond hair holding a very large knife against the leg of his jeans. Okay, so it
the rogue panthers, and they
planning to attack.
Omar moved through the crowd of people from Carnal Connections. They were wary but didn’t seem worried or upset. Suddenly, he saw Ramona’s long black ponytail. Omar used his bulk to push past people until he was behind her, then he grabbed her around the waist and wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight. A boot slammed into his shin, making him wince. Ramona twisted in his arms and her knee got him right in the balls. All the breath left his lungs and he wanted to scream like a girl with the sudden pain. “Ramona?” he gasped.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing, Omar? I had no idea who’d just grabbed me. Get your hands off me, right now.”
Obediently, he let go. What he really wanted to do was massage his aching balls, but he managed to stand up straight and say, “Ramona, thank the gods you’re not hurt. I was so worried about you.”
“Whatever for? I’m fine, Omar. I’ve told you a million times I can look after myself.” She stared at his nuts as if she could see the bruises forming there right through his jeans.
“I love you. I was worried about you.” He forced his arms to stay by his sides when all he wanted to do was hold her. Or his balls. Or maybe both Ramona and his balls.
“Sshhh,” said the woman standing beside Ramona.
He had to think for a minute before he remembered her name. Lucy, one of the human members of the BDSM group. Next to her were Carey and Jubilee. They were humans, too, and part of the community here at Carnal Connections. But he still didn’t understand what was going on. The lights and camera indicated they were filming a scene for a movie. But the rogue panthers were definitely here. Surely they hadn’t been hired to be the bad guys in a movie? Was this whole thing a fake? Was it just a movie scene? Had there never been any danger at all?
No, of course there’d been danger. That stupid wolf, Tor, had gotten himself knifed at the basketball game, and Ramona had been abducted there. So—
Once again Omar shook his head, but it didn’t clear his thoughts or stop his balls from aching. The blood was flowing to his cock and balls, and the pain was nasty. If Ramona had pulled that nifty trick on anyone except himself, he’d have been so proud of her. Then he smiled. Gods, she was wonderful. Strong, and beautiful, and brave. Maybe he’d better buy one of those things baseball players wore to protect their family jewels if she was going to stay in her current mood, though.