[Project Nemesis] Jungle Fever Page 7

  She mock growled at him in annoyance and snarled, “Bite me. I heard you earlier on, Remy, you told the others that you should get rid of me! I wasn´t about to stay around for you to maul me to death!”

  “When the fuck did I say that?” he snapped in annoyance.

  “When I passed out, I woke up and was listening to you all. I heard you say that you thought you should get rid of me. Well, in my world, that never means anything fucking good. Can you blame me for trying to escape?”

  “Sugar, I meant send you back to your camp. Fucking hell, you thought I wanted to kill you?” At her nod, he swore, then chucked at her chin. “I´m sorry you thought that, none of us want to harm you, but we do need your help. What´s your name, chérie? We none of us bothered to ever ask you, did we?”

  She hadn’t even realized it. God, she’d had sex with Armando and he didn’t even know her name. She felt like such a whore. “Yvonne,” she muttered, feeling ashamed. But hell, she’d done what she had to do.

  “Hello, Yvonne, nice to meet you. Now, how the hell did you get away from Armando? He´s one of the best fucking soldiers on the island--you didn´t kill him, did you?”

  “No, I didn´t. If you must know, I fucked him,” she hissed. She regretted saying that. As soon as the words were out of her mouth, his eyes dilated in anger and his body tensed over her, she could feel his chest start to rumble, and not in a good way. If he´d been in his cougar form, he´d have been growling. She leaned back from him warily, and watched in fear as the hairs on his arm and head started to stand up like a bristling cat. Damn, she´d really pissed him off.

  “If you´ll put out for him, then you can for me as well. Maybe I´ll let you escape? Huh? What do you think about that? Will you fuck me for your freedom?” he snarled, baring his teeth at her.

  “Fuck you, you bastard!” She hit out at him, kicking him where she could, fisting her hands and smacking him on the chest and side. He grabbed her arms and clamped her legs together with his own. Pressing down onto her to stop her from attacking him, she felt his cock brand itself against her stomach. The fight died out of her almost instantaneously, her body seizing up in shock at his arousal. She made a token struggle, but she couldn´t fight him with any real fire. Was the pheromone fucking with her body and mind as well? When a guy pushes you onto the ground, you fight, then you feel his erection, you need to be worrying that he´s going to rape you, she said to herself. It shouldn´t make her feel an answering arousal! But somehow the fight with him excited her and made her more aroused.

  Pulling her arms above her head, he settled his chest on top of hers. She tried to buck her back to shift him from her body, but it didn´t work. He was too heavy and she wasn’t strong enough to budge him. It just rubbed his chest against her breasts, making her nipples harden into tight peaks, and his cock made a further dent into her stomach.

  She moaned helplessly, and whispered, “Stop it, Remy,” but spoiled the plea by rolling her hips.

  “Oh chérie, you don´ really want that do you, sugar?” He nuzzled his face against her hair.

  “I shouldn´t, Remy,” she groaned as he pressed his hips deeper against her. “I don´t like how you make me feel.”

  “How´s that, Yvonne?”

  “You make me ache, you all do.”

  At her words, he pressed his lips against her neck, and chuckled huskily at something. He licked and supped at her skin, then pressed small baby kisses over her neck and onto her jawline. He touched his lips to each corner of her full mouth, and then he danced his mouth onto her eyelids, they fluttered helplessly.

  Her neck swayed gently from side to side, and as it tapped against his, she whispered, “Kiss me, Remy.”

  “With pleasure, chérie,” he whispered back.

  His mouth crushed against her lips, parting her mouth to him. He licked her lips, the feeling made them tingle oddly, and she parted them weakly. His tongue moved around the perimeter of her mouth, and she caught it gently between her teeth then flicked it with her own.

  She released it, then he rubbed his tongue against hers, and curled them about the other. She could feel the thrum of need start to burn through her body--she wouldn´t have thought it possible to have experienced the orgasms she´d had before, then to think about them again, but she could feel her body start to react to Remy´s.

  Yvonne felt as wild and unbidden as a bitch in heat around them. They’d infected her with an arousal so strong, she couldn’t resist them.

  Her reaction was instinctive, and out of her control. They seemed to know just what to do to ensnare her body in their traps. When they touched her sexually, she just couldn´t help herself from giving in. It was more than just being a slut that put out for anyone and everyone, it was about them, the completion she felt when they touched her, how right it all felt. It didn´t feel dirty or wrong, she didn´t feel cheap afterwards. On the contrary, she was filled with an overwhelming sense of rightness.

  She was just about to sleep with another irresistible man. Not once in her life had she had two sexual partners so close together. Her actions were a complete anathema to her regular way of life, but she didn´t feel used or unclean, she felt strangely powerful. The most basic part of her, the one that had preened earlier when Rafa and Armando had protected her from the cougar attack, was at this very moment, celebrating the mating between her and Armando and now, her and Remy.

  Every inch of her was happy with what was happening, if she´d have been a cat, she would have been purring in satisfaction. That basic part of her soul recognized that these three men were meant to be hers, whether she wanted it or not. She had to have them and feel them close to her.

  The modern career woman slammed the lid on that, giving her a variety of reasons of why they couldn´t possibly be mates, but Yvonne instinctively knew that they were. It upset her that she couldn´t act upon that belief, that she would never be able to either, but she knew that they would forever be in her heart, it was as simple and as complicated as that. The modern woman recognized the truth of it, and accepted it gratefully. They were hers, no matter that she could never and would never be able to truly have them.

  “You taste good, chérie,” Remy moaned against her mouth, his slow tongue-fuck was both satisfying and arousing. She could feel her hips start to rub against him, and when he removed one of the hands that he had used to capture hers above her head, and moved it down, kneading a breast, her waist, she groaned in pleasure. Reaching for the fly of her trousers, he undid just the zip, and pushed his hand inside. Her whole body seemed to tense in anticipation for that first touch, and when he ran a finger straight down the center of her pussy, she moaned excitedly into his mouth.

  “I like the noises you make for me, baby. Sing for me some more, huh?” he grunted against her lips.

  His husky voice made her wet. She whimpered, begging him with her excited mouth for more.

  He slipped a finger in between them, brushing over her swollen clit ever so softly, once, twice. His finger tickled its way down to the entrance of her body, and pushing into her, he gathered some of her wetness and raised it to her clit, using it as lube to flick against it faster and faster. Within thirty seconds, the simple act of breathing became too difficult, her muscles tensed and she spread her legs as much as his would allow her. When after every flick, he started to pinch it, she stopped breathing, her eyes going wild, and her stomach undulating at the pressure her nerves were under.

  She went over the edge when he pinched that little bit harder at her clit, and whispered, “Come for me, Yvonne.”

  With a whimper, she did in spite of herself. Arching her neck, she flung her head back, and moved her arms above her head. Without seeing herself, she knew she looked the very picture of sensual satisfaction.

  Her mind went crazy, her body in overload from all the orgasms she´d experienced that night. She felt as though she were dying, her body´s instinctive actions seemed to be too much hard work. Breathing required too much effort. Her heart fluttered to
o fast. In that moment she understood why it was called le petit mort. Because it was like death, as frightening as that seemed, the pleasure made up for it.

  She could feel her pussy gush with wetness and knew that Remy had felt it when he chuckled in her ear, and said huskily, “I think you liked that.”

  She bit her full bottom lip and nodded. He sprang away from her. She almost yelled in disappointment, but relaxed when he tugged at the button of her khaki pants, and then pulled them down and off. He then grabbed for the T-shirt she was wearing, dragged that from her head with the sports bra as well, until she lay naked on the jungle floor.

  “I love the way your big tits fit my hands, chérie,” he said on a groan, massaging her breasts like he owned them.

  “I also like your dark nipples. They look like sweet morsels of chocolate. I want to eat them,” he said on a low growl, nipping the tightened peaks.

  She moaned, holding her arms up for him. He grinned, his white teeth shining in the dark, his eyes catching what little light remained and gleaming with dark intent.

  Spreading her legs, he raised her calves onto his hips, and tilted her so that her butt was in the air, but the bottom of her back and hips were on the ground. He moved closer, and the position of her body made her pussy a perfect shelf for his dick.

  She felt like swooning when she saw it lying there, so blatant, it was almost like putting a flag down to declare you were there. She moaned at the thought, and when he released her legs from his hands, she kept them clamped around his hips to keep the position he obviously wanted her to hold.

  Spreading her pussy lips, he pushed his cock between them, but not into her. He used the wetness from her climax to coat his dick in lube, and started to rub from her clit to her entrance. Sawing his hips steadily, then at the very end thrusting against her clit, she felt herself climb the mountain to a climax again. Both she and Remy were looking at his cock between her pussy lips. Even in the dimness, she could see the contrast of their skin with one another. It aroused her tenfold, looking incredibly erotic as she watched the movements

  It was a major turn on to watch his motions, and it increased her pleasure immensely. Every now and then her hips would jerk in helpless reaction, and the movement quickened Remy´s thrusts--it was a maddening feeling. She knew that she couldn´t come in this position, and it drove her mad. Made her need to climax the most urgent thing in the world.

  Jeez, she couldn’t believe herself!

  “Remy, please, Remy, love, please...” she shuddered at a hard thrust, “fuck me,” she completed weakly, her eyes flickering closed, hips jerking more and more often. She thought that he was ignoring her, but after another five or six thrusts, he stopped, and then proceeded to drive her even crazier. Through shuttered eyes, she watched him grab a leg to support her, then grasped his cock. She didn´t think anything other than Thank GOD, at his actions, but she hissed when she realized that he was still intent on teasing her.

  “You’re a fucking cunt tease,” she said with a growl, her fingers digging into the dirt around her, desperate to do something, anything to ease the torture he worked on her body. She was ready for him, beyond ready—desperate, dying to feel that great, hard cock deep inside her.

  He moved his cock to the entrance of her body, and finally, plunged the head of his mushroomed dick into her, stood still then pulled out. He rubbed her, his chest rumbling as he controlled himself, then thrust forward between her nether lips, and entered her up to his glans, then stilled and pulled out.

  “No, no, no,” she whimpered, then screamed when he did it again, and again. She felt like crying, she wanted him inside of her all the way, filling her every inch. When he continued to tease her, she did start to cry, her body couldn´t take it, couldn´t handle being teased much longer.

  “I´m sorry, chéri.,” He leaned over to kiss away her tears. She moaned gratefully when it pushed him further inside her. “You want me?” he asked her softly.

  She opened her wet eyes, and gave a shaky nod. She whispered, “I really do, Remy.”

  With a grunt, he plunged himself deep into her. Her body tensed in shock at the abrupt penetration, but with a keening cry, she clamped her inner muscles around him to keep him in there. He laughed then groaned when they fluttered around his sensitive dick.

  Bracketing her face with his arms, he leaned his chest on top of hers, and kept his hips flush to hers as well. It meant that he could hardly move, but she enjoyed the feel of him surrounding her with his scent and touch too much. He resumed kissing her, and although his thrusts were small, because he was so deep inside of her, they set off fireworks behind her eyes. His cock was just as wide and long as Armando´s, but it curved slightly upwards at the end, the way he thrust meant that that curved tip brushed against a part of her that had never ever been touched before.

  Until this very moment, she´d never actually believed in the G-spot, but when she started to pant, her stomach shuddering again at the heavy breaths she was taking, and her pussy quivering at the direct hit of his cock against that hidden bundle of nerves, she started to cry. She flung her head from side to side, couldn´t take his kisses anymore. He began to thrust a little faster, she began screaming at the sensations plummeting at and against her, and then Remy completed her satisfaction, with a final plunge and an odd twist of his hips. She came.

  This time, le petit mort, was complete.

  She roused to find Remy still on top of her, his cock was still hard. “Welcome back, chérie,” he whispered huskily.

  During the past couple of minutes, he´d obviously rearranged her body, her hips and butt were now on Terra firma, but her legs were still around his waist, albeit loosely. He gently kissed her on the lips, and rocked into her. She hissed at the sensation. It didn´t take long for her to start panting again.

  Her cunt muscles clutched at his dick. Remy came quickly, he climaxed with a loud bellow that ratcheted up her excitement. The splash of his semen inside her deepest self, drove her crazy. The heat scalded her, branding her as his. His cock throbbed against her sensitive flesh, making her clench against him helplessly. Her body wanted to climax again, to experience the wonderful sensations that these two men had gifted upon her, but she was too tired to even try. Her butt and hips ached from taking the strain of her body's weight for the duration of Remy´s teasing, her inner thigh muscles protested at being spread so widely, and so her legs started to drop from around his body.

  He didn´t crash like Armando had, but there was no chance of her escaping, not only because he was a dead weight on top of her, but because he was still awake. She didn´t think she would be able to manage to run away anyway—her legs objecting to all the exercise they´d had today, she thought that if she had to move even an inch, she´d groan in agony.

  He kissed the side of her neck, and she nuzzled him tiredly. Groaning as he pulled out, she shivered at the loss of his heat on her body. She felt strange, not like the Yvonne of twenty-four hours ago, she felt primal and possessive. It was a new and unwanted feeling, and it told her how imperative it was that she needed to escape these three bewitching men.

  Yvonne jumped when she heard the clearing of someone´s throat. She quickly looked around, saw Rafael and grabbed her clothes then started to pull them on.

  “Too late, muñeca, I´ve already seen the good bits,” he told her sardonically.

  Her face flamed in embarrassment, and she was glad the darkness hid her shame.

  She made a face, but dressed quickly nonetheless. Part of her couldn´t help but be thrilled at the note of jealousy in his voice, it pleased a part of her that she´d never realized she´d had. It was something that was emerging during her time with Rafe, Armando, and Remy. She didn´t particularly like it, but it was unavoidable, instinctive.

  She looked up at him and grimaced in disgust when she noticed he was carrying a dead boar over his shoulders. “You´re welcome, cariña,” he said sarcastically, obviously noticing her distaste at the dead body slumped across his back,
“How did you get away from Armando, anyway?”

  Narrowing her eyes at him, she snarled, “I fucked him, okay? Not a crime is it? You taking me fucking hostage, on the other hand, is! I don´t appreciate being held prisoner and at the whim of three guys--one, who earlier told you that he wanted to get rid of me! He´s changed his tune now, but he would wouldn´t he?” She glared at Remy, but he just shook his head at her and quirked his eyebrows.

  She felt her anger grow when he grinned at Rafael. “What are you laughing at? You think I appreciate your sense of fucking humor here? I need to get back, they´ll be searching for me now. I did what I had to do to escape you three. Is it my fault a rock accidentally fell on Armando´s head?” she asked him guilelessly and felt her pulse quicken at Rafael´s anger, both in fear and lust. It was the first time she´d seen the laid-back member of the group lose his temper even slightly.

  “You hit him with a rock? Fuck, we´d better get back.” He glared at her, and hissed, “Never try anything like this ever again, I warn you, you´ll never be prepared for three pissed off cats chasing your blood--don´t fuck with us.”

  She turned her head away from them both, and stood with a grimace as her muscles complained at the abuse she´d put them through that day.

  “Get over here, Remy, make sure she doesn´t run off.”

  She scowled at him, but let herself be marched away and back to the cave. Her stomach tingled with butterflies. She felt sick at the thought of facing Armando, who’d surely be pissed. She’d seen his temper flare, and she hadn’t liked the look of it—directed at her….

  A shiver raced over her sweat dampened skin.

  She wasn´t afraid of them, knowing that more than likely wouldn’t hurt her, especially if they thought she was the key to escape. God knows how she knew that, but she did. She supposed, that it was because they´d worked damned hard all day to protect her from the others like them, so why would they themselves hurt her?

  She hoped her line of thinking was correct, since she was about to find out anyway.