Mated to the Jaguars - Paranormal M/F/M Menage (4 page)

She drew her hand away from him, snapping the precious connection.
 
“I’m going to be with both of you.
 
I can’t exist any other way.
 
The only question is whether I’m with you both at the same time, or if you’re going to take turns with me.”
 
She paused to swallow.
 
“If you don’t accept Votan into your home, then I have to leave with him.
 
It will be his turn.”

Max spoke slowly and clearly.
 
“He doesn’t have a home, Michelle.
 
He lives in the
Yucatan
jungle.”

“I’m a jaguar.
 
That’s my ideal habitat.”

He scoffed.

“If I leave with him things are going to get complicated.
 
I’m a broke kid just out of college.
 
I can’t afford to fly back and forth to
Mexico
to split my time between the two of you.
 
You’re going to have to fund my travel if you want me around.
 
And then you’re also going to have to find me—which will be hard.
 
I’ll be a big cat running wild in the jungle.”

Max placed his forehead in his hand.
 
“Oh, God.”

“When Votan gets here I’m going to convince him to stay.
 
For that to happen, for things not to get completely screwed up, you need to be willing to accept him.
 
Not just as the second mate to your wife—but as someone who will be living in your home.”

He lifted his head to eye her.
 
“You’ll be my wife instead of his?”

She turned up her palms.
 
“It’s your household.
 
It’s only right that you get the husband title.”
 

Max stared at her a moment.
 
Then one side of his mouth pulled up in an exhausted smile.
 
“Even if I agreed it wouldn’t matter.
 
You obviously don’t know Votan.
 
He’s not going to live here, and he’s not going to share you.”
 
He turned away to sneer.
 
“I bet he’ll try to kill me.”

This caused a thud in Michelle’s belly.
 
“That seems a little extreme.
 
I mean, we’re all rational people, aren’t we?”

“Votan’s not.
 
He dove into his stream and let his god essence consume him.
 
He doesn’t have a human side anymore.”

Her lips parted.
 
She couldn’t believe one of their kind had managed it.
 
Every time she entered the stream she felt like she was going to explode.
 

Michelle shook her head slowly then looked at Max.
 
“How do you know him so well?”
  

“I went to
Yucatan
for a pilgrimage—and a bit of business.
 
He attacked me in the spirit world.
 
He said I was a disgrace to the B’alam.
 
He wouldn’t listen to reason.
 
He was right and I was wrong—that’s all there was to it to him.
 
The bastard sunk his teeth into my throat.
 
I had to vanish, and then get out of
Mexico
.”

She groaned and pushed her fingers into her hair.
 
“It sounds like I’m going to have to let him take me.”

His eyes darted toward her.
 
“Absolutely not.
 
You’re my mate.
 
I’m not about to let that muscle-bound savage steal you from me.”

“You’re not willing to give me up and neither is he.”
 
She looked at him with pain building in her chest.
 
“There has to be a compromise.
 
You’re the rational one, right?
 
You have to help me push for it.
 
There can’t be a war between the two of you.
 
No one will win—least of all me.”
 
A tear trailed down one side of her cheek and her words became choked.
 
“I’m meant to love both of you.”

He stared at her a moment, reflecting her pain in a grimace.
 
“Love.
 
That’s where it’s headed between us.
 
I swear I feel it right now, but I don’t trust it.
 
It’s just the magic of the spirit-bonding.
 
But I think it will turn real eventually.
 
Don’t you?”

“I know it will,” she said with quiet conviction.

“I don’t want you to be miserable.
 
I’m not completely without empathy.”

She waited.
 
Hope was brimming in her chest, but she didn’t dare believe it yet.

He placed both his hands on the table and took a long cathartic breath.
 
“It has to be here.
 
In my city.
 
My house.
 
Where I work and where I’ve built an empire.
 
If I have to share you, it’s going to be in my domain.”

Michelle allowed herself a tearful smile.

He frowned.
 
“This will be an ordeal.”

She reached over to take his hand, luxuriating in the tingly thrum of their connection once again.
 
“I’ll make it work.
 
We’re already halfway there.”

Max fixed on her.
 
The eyes gazing at her now were no longer fretting over their dire situation.
 
They dipped down her throat to the rounds of her breasts.
 
Michelle heard him breathing through his nostrils.
   

And then it was as if she became a different person, no longer the boring girl from a tiny southwestern town, but the sultry spirit-bonded mate of the man before her.
 
The man who could satisfy her body.
 
His aura crackled that message to her.
 
It made her breath quicken.

She let her shawl fall off her back.
 
Then she brought up her delicate fingers to the strap of her chemise and pulled it off her shoulder.
 
Her full round breast, tipped with a jutting coral nipple, was exposed to Max’s hungry eyes.

He made a sound like a breathy snarl.
 
Suddenly his large arms closed on her.
 
Her body collided into his and her lips were crushed in a searing kiss.

Yes…please!

She clung to him.
 
The electricity between them was so strong it made her legs falter.
 
Their spirits were already melded.
 
Now it felt as if their bodies finally caught up to the truth.
 
He coursed his hands over her scalp and back while his tongue slid against hers.
 
Michelle kissed with a passion she’d never unleashed before.
 
Her mouth was desperate for him.
 
Slippery tongues wrangled together in the heat of their sealed lips.
 
Both her nipples hardened—the one that was free, and stimulated by the friction of his hard skin, and the one that was still hidden by thin fabric.

He broke their mouths just long enough to pull of her top.
 
Then he kissed again, while both hands fondled her breasts.
 
Michelle’s sex felt so tight that she winced.
 
The tingly nipple-play was making her arousal almost uncomfortable.
 
She clenched her thighs, getting a pleasurable throb, but no satisfaction.
 
Would it be rude to ask him to hurry up and fuck her?

Max moved his lips down to her throat, and then further, to suckled each fiercely erect nipple.
 
She emitted soft sounds with her breaths, an attempt to convey her desperation.
 
His hand slipped down over her tender belly, lighting it with tingles, and then breached the waistband of her shorts.
 
Strong thick fingers pried into her moistened cleft.

“Ngh!”
 
She had to grasp his shoulders to keep her footing.

He curled his fingers against the opening of her sex and rubbed.

Michelle got a surge of erotic pleasure that reverberated through her entire pelvis, ending with a clenching of her anus.
 
She parted her thighs to free the movement of his hand.
 
His palm was crushing against her sensitive clit, but the pressure at her entrance felt even more sublime.
 
This is where the tightness needed to be relieved.
 

She needed him to enter her.

Without thinking she groped at his pants and pulled them down enough to reveal his erect shaft.
 
Max grunted.
 
He looked so hard the vein along the side of his cock was punctuated.
 
She seized him in her fist and started masturbating him—sloppily, jerking as fast as she could.
 

Max snarled and his hand wrenched away from her sex.
 
He yanked her shorts down to the floor and made her step out of them.
 
Michelle felt her face grow hot from her nakedness.
 
Her skin lit up with goose bumps from the eroticism of her exposure.
 
She was painfully aware of how her tits poked outward with rock-hard pebbles topping each one.

Max pulled off his pants.
 
His legs were as muscular as his torso.
 
Michelle’s eyes were led to his cock.
 
It was a formidable length and girth, not large enough to be intimidating, but he seemed to have gargantuan testicles.
 
She had the urge to weigh each one in her palms.
 

He grabbed the back of her thigh and lifted her leg high enough for it to be folded toward her breast.
 
Then he steered her calf until her heel rested on his shoulder.
 
She clung to his shoulders once more to keep herself balanced.
 
He had her scissored open, and her pussy stretched between her splayed legs.
 
Michelle gaped at him with her chest heaving in breath.
 

His cock pressed right against her hole without his hand needed to steer it.
 
She dug her nails into his shoulders.

“Yes!”
 

He pressed in, popping the head of his cock past her wall, then easing in the rest of his heated length.
 

Michelle felt herself throbbing inside.
 
Her body yielded to his girth, pulsating as she was opened.
 
Her core felt hot.
 
It was as though she were melting, and her stomach muscles began to quiver.
 
The one leg remaining below her buckled.
 
She had to clutch his muscular frame with all the faltering strength left in her.

“Urgh…Ixchel.”

She looked at him.
 
The muscles in his neck were straining.
 
He met her eyes with a fiery gaze.
 
They’d melded as their spirits demanded.
 
She knew he was as overwhelmed as she.

“Feels so good.”

“Urgh!”
 
He began thrusting upwards into her.
 
The position he’d put her in made his cock beat right against her pulsing g-spot.
 
He jabbed hard, grunting with each stroke.
 
Michelle panted with the beats into her.
 
Her hands roamed over his shoulders, seeking an anchor in her onslaught of riotous pleasure.
 
Max’s rhythm persisted, with hard thrusts that made her breasts bounce.
 
When she locked her gaze to his eyes she saw animalistic fervor.
 
She kissed him, and he desperately sealed their lips.
 
This lasted only a moment; his focus was once again consumed by the thrusting of his cock.
 

The tightness of her sex had been penetrated, and yet still felt taut around him.
 
Every powerful stroke mashed her g-spot while pushing through stretched lips.
 
She began to purr with heat inside.
 
The vigor of this had her grimacing.
 
Prickly preorgasmic thrums were tensing the muscles of her sex.
 
Her stomach clenched, and then she whimpered.
 
Powerful spasms seized the organ buffeting into her.
 
She clung to Max’s shoulders with trembling arms.
 
Her insides convulsed with toe-curling ecstasy that made blood rush to her temples.
 
He continued thrusting and her body kept spasming.
 
She couldn’t help but cry out with her neck craned back.
 
Heated pleasure made her clit twinge and the whole of her body tingled.

“Hurgh!”
 
Max’s neck muscles were now articulated and reddened.
 

She could feel his cock pulsating.
 
He continued grunting and his thrusts grew stilted.
 
He clutched her a little too hard, with all his muscles straining.
 
A soft sound of built-up pressure came from his nostrils while his cock continued to squeeze inside her.