Jungle Freakn' Bride (13 page)

Or had she already screwed them during the spotty blackout.

“Did we…
d
id we…
?
” She couldn’t quite finish the sentence. One, because she couldn’t believe they drugged her to have sex, not when she practically begged them to take her. And two, no way
had
she ha
d
sex with them and not remember it.
Or feel it
, she
mentally
added as she took stock of her body. Her filthy body.

“Is someone going to explain to me how dirt got under my nails?” she demanded. “Of course not. That would require someone giving me answers
,
which I know you’re loathe to do.” Forget the language barrier. Her annoyance didn’t want anything to do with rational at the moment.

Despite her
dirty
outward appearance, she felt good. Better than good. Strong. Clear
-
minded. All of her senses seemed highly tuned to her surroundings. She took a deep breath and choked. Too much, so many flavors, all at once. Images flashed through her mind of what each scent meant
—
a
ge
,
d
ust
,
d
ecay
,
l
ust
,
and m
ale.
Mmm.
Mine.
Where those ideas came from, she couldn’t say, but they did adequately explain what she felt and smelled around her.

One
aroma
in particular stood out
,
w
ouldn’t allow her to ignore it. It curled her toes and saw her turning around, lips parted, sex moistening despite her irritation.

A part of her expected the tableaux of men watching her with slumberous eyes. Another part shivered as she wondered how…
how can this be?

Who knew a person could smell desire? On a man at least. Women
,
yes
,
could get a certain musk about them, or so she noted as her cleft moistened with arousal. She’d no sooner noted her body’s response than
the men’s
eyes flared. Hunger entered their gaze
,
a
nd their cocks twitched almost in synchroni
city
.

Meowr.

“What the hell?” She said it aloud even if the meowing sound came from inside her head. Suspicious, she peered at the men. Neither moved, but their eyes watched her
,
s
educed her body into relaxing, and this even though she kept her gaze chin level and higher.

“Not this time, busters. You did something to me. And it freakn’ hurt. I haven’t forgotten that.” Yet, the memory of the pain already seemed less clear in her mind, the fear less intent. Other images crowded in. Running. Trees. Shadows. The thrill of the chase. A hunt.

None of them
were
distinct images
–
more like impressions and sensations. For some reason
,
it frightened her and she put the thoughts aside.

Later she’d worry about drug
-
induced hallucinations. Alive, and surprised, she paced the room, allowing it to distract her from the naked dilemmas on the floor and the fuzziness in her mind. Their location, comprised of stone blocks, some eroded by age, and yet still noticeably intact as a room with
an actual ceiling
, contained some amenities like the pallet, and a low table with a platter of fruit and a pitcher she’d wager
contained
water
– or so her nose claimed
. Given the sensation of age, and the details, she’d guess them in some ruins
, well
-
preserved ones
. Noting a door
with a ragged leather covering
, she strode to it, expecting at any moment for them to stop her. To her surprise
,
they didn’t and she peeked out around the
tattered material
. A hallway,
vacant of debris, objects
,
or people
,
stretched in either direction.

Should I e
xplore?
She considered it
,
m
ore because she wanted to see what they’d do, but her nudity stopped her. What if they let her go? Would she run into someone
,
and if
s
he did
,
would they take her bare body as
an
invitation?

Devils
I
kn
o
w versus those
I
d
o
n’t?
She stuck her head back in the room and turned around to find the
guys
still lounging
– and still hard
.

“What do you want from me?” she muttered
.
Other than the obvious. Then again, she’d thought it obvious before and look how wrong she ended up on that score

Exchanging a glance
with his companion
, Golden Grin stood first and held out his hand. As if she’d trust him after what he did. She threw him a baleful glare. His eyes flashed with hurt.
As if
she cared. She tossed her hair, then grimaced
,
noting the leaves caught in it. “What the hell happened while I was out? Did you drag me through the forest?
Maybe by the hair
,
caveman style? It wouldn’t surprise me at this point. And to think I thought you were nice guys. I guess I know better now.
”

Bounding to his feet, Mr. Kitty didn’t bother with niceties
. H
e just grabbed her around the waist
.

“I don’t think so, mister.” She flailed ineffectually as he
carted her through an opening she’d not seen due to a
hanging,
tattered tapestry. Before she could protest his
maneuver
in a more violent fashion
, she found herself tossed.

“Eee –
”
Water cut off her cry
, filling her mouth
as she landed in a pool, not a deep one as she hit the bottom feet first and stood, water sluicing off her.
Flipping wet hair out of her eyes, she
spat out a mouthful of liquid a
s
she
glared at
Mr. Kitty
. He smirked and shrugged
, completely unrepent
a
nt
.
“Jerk,” she muttered, to which he chuckled.

Golden Grin shook his head as he used the steps to enter the basin of water. She took a moment to look around, and ignore them, the warm water soothing some of her irritation. Probably about ten feet across and four feet deep, it was
as if
she stood in a giant bathtub, or miniature pool, fed by a waterfall cascading over chiseled rocks from an unseen source. The water
glistened
crystal clear and she could
clearly
see the bottom, including her toes
squishing
in the golden sand layering the bottom.
Illuminating the space were portholes
placed
high up in the arched ceiling.
She twirled to see more and noted a pile of cloth
s
a
long with
a woven basket
by the edge
.

“A bathing room?”
s
he mused aloud. “Nice
,
i
f unexpected.
” But definitely welcome.

With a groan of pleasure, s
he sank in the warm liquid, luxuriating in the full immersion. Dunking her face, she emerged with a flip of her head
–
hair
went flying and
sprayed
Mr. Kitty who’d yet to join them.
He growled, a mocking sound that showed no anger.

“Serves you right
,” she sassed.
Never mind she’d wished for a bath, his method of showing her left a lot to be desired.
Golden Grin caught something Mr. Kitty tossed him and moved to stand under the waterfall. She practically drooled as she recognized he held a bar of soap.
With no thought about her nudity, she sloshed toward him and held out her hand imperiously for it. He shook his head.

“
Share,” she snapped.

Grinning widely, he shook his head
as he soaped his upper chest.

The suds taunted her and not just because she craved the fresh cleanliness they promised
;
she found the motion of his hands, circling and rubbing his skin –
my skin –
hypnotizing.
She stepped closer, intent on stealing the soap – or something else. His hands flashed, one curling around her waist to draw her near, the other rubbing the softly scented bar on her flesh.
Mmm… Okay, so he didn’t want to share because he wanted to do it himself. She could handle that. She’d kill him for his actions later.
Much later, she decided as a second body brushed up behind, the tip of an erection announcing Mr. Kitty’s arrival to the party.
She let her head tilt back as his strong fingers claimed the hair on her scalp, rubbing something scented yet pleasing into her golden strands.

Hands roamed her body, each touch energizing, arousing. Their masculine bodies brushed hers, taunting her with their closeness, increasing her desire.
She made no move to touch them in return. That seemed to
o
much like forgiveness to her, but she wasn’t averse to letting them do as they willed for the moment,
especially since
it felt so good.

Spun
around
, she found herself under the tumbling water, head tilted back as
t
he
y
rinsed
her hair
. She gasped as a pair of hot mouths clamped onto straining peaks, tugging and sucking. She threaded fingers into the wet skein
s
of hair
coating their heads
, the long ends
swirling in the water. Tugged them
painfully,
probably
,
but she didn’t care as they tortured her with their mouths, their suctioning lips and grazing teeth driving her wild with passion and need.

Pressing in against her, their hot flesh rubbed
and
teased her. The hot brushes of their cocks, so thick and hard, exci
ted
rather than frighten
ed
.
She didn’t know whose finger teased the swollen flesh between her thighs first. Didn’t care as she panted, her desire mounting.
In went a pair of fingers, thrusting, pushing, filling her, and yet
it was
only a teaser to what she really wanted.
A thumb
–
again
,
whose she couldn’t tell
–
brushed at her sensitive clit, pinched and rolled it, drawing a cry from her lips.
Her hips bucked. They pinned themselves closer, trapping her between them. Another finger joined the two in her channel, stretching her as the other digit worked her clit with
slow
circles.

Her orgasm hit fast and hard, pulling forth a scream as her body bowed with pleasure.
Hands and muscular frames kept her sagging knees from sinking her under the water in the bathing pool as she struggled for breath.

Wow.
Explosive didn’t come close to describing her climax. But… “Don’t think one little orgasm means you’re off the hook,” she muttered, pushing away from them.

She almost laughed at Golden Grin’s dropped jaw. Surely he didn’t think she’d forgive them that easily.
On legs a touch unsteady, she w
ad
ed
through the water
.
S
he exited
via the shallow steps
and grabbed a towel. Two actually. One for her hair and one for her body. The fact
it
left only one behind for them to share didn’t bother her in the least.
If they could share her body, then they could handle one towel.

A part of her wanted to stay and watch, see them emerge like wet male nymphs from the water, maybe fight over the single fabric sheet, but that smacked too much of interest.
And besides, she didn’t trust herself
,
d
idn’t trust she wouldn’t molest them because despite her climax, her body still wanted more. Lots more.
The level of her need frightened her. Since when did arousal claim her so strongly that she would forgive them their heinous actions
?
Did some kind of drug linger yet
in her system
,
a
n after effect of the still unexplained agony? Whatever the reason, she didn’t trust herself around them
and she d
idn’t trust them either. She needed to get her head straight and remember that these men, despite their hotness level, didn’t have her best interest at hear
t
.