[Project Nemesis] Jungle Fever (11 page)

            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.

            As they walked
nearer to the caves, she prayed Armando wouldn´t be too mad, and that the cave
was close.  The man had a fierce temper on him that she didn’t relish facing.

            Her legs burned
with the strain of going too much for too long..  She´d done some things today
that she´d never ever done before--things like having sex in a cave and riding
a cougar.  She thought her legs deserved to be rested after all the action
they´d seen.

            The closer she
came to the cave, the more she stopped worrying about Armando´s reaction and
concentrated on actually getting there and resting as soon as she could.  She
needed to sleep and to eat.  There was no way in hell that she was going to eat
that pig though, she´d rather starve!

            They walked into
the cave to find Armando standing, but holding his head.  Dried blood on his
face made her immediately feel contrite.  If she wasn’t so proud and unsure of
his reaction, she’d have gone to him and checked the wound she’d inflicted upon
him.  The wound had obviously stopped bleeding and was practically healed.  She
supposed that being part cat did something to their bodies that made them heal
fast.

            Backlit by the
fire, he crossed his arms over his chest and glared at her as she walked in and
collapsed on the ground with her back to the cave wall.  He stalked over to
her, and hissed, “Don´t ever try anything like that again!  You could have left
this cave and ran off, only for another fucking bunch of cats to come after
you.  I gave you a choice about fucking me, you might not be so lucky with
another pack.”

            He was right. 
She hated to admit it, but at the time, she hadn’t thought about any
consequences.  Actually, at the time, she’d had a hard time thinking at all. 
Escaping had become almost lost on her once he’d had a hold of her body.

            “I get it, okay?  Don´t
try any funny business.  I´ve already had this frigging lecture, three times
now.  I´m your prisoner, I´m supposed to try and escape you,” she said sarcastically.
 “Keeps you on your toes.”

            “What it does, is
tells us that we can´t fucking trust you.  Well that´s not a problem, I didn´t
trust you much anyway, now I don´t at all.”

            The cave was
silent for a moment while Yvonne digested his words.  She tried not to feel
hurt that he didn´t trust her, which was a fucking stupid thing to feel--obviously
they didn´t trust her.  She didn´t blame them, but that stupid part of her that
enjoyed being protected by them, that felt possessive about them, was outraged
that they didn´t trust her in turn, and angry that she´d tried to escape from
them at all.

            “If it makes any
difference, I was sorry the moment I’d done it,” she said.

            She realized she
was an idiot and couldn’t have it both ways.  That didn’t stop her wayward
thoughts, however.

            It was as though
her mind had split in two, one part of her knew that she had to get away, the
other part wanted to cling to them.  At this moment in time, she couldn´t do
either.  She couldn´t escape because her body was too tired, and she couldn´t
cling, because she´d just tried to run away from them.  Talk about sending
mixed messages!  God, whenever she´d listened to guys complaining about women
that sent mixed signals, she´d never understood it.  She herself, had always
been very black and white.  There was no gray in between, she´d said what she
felt and that was that.  Here in this jungle with these three, her mind wasn´t
working normally.  She didn´t understand it, and could only think that it was
the pheromone that was fucking with her somehow.

            She´d thought it
impossible at first, since she was human and not cat, but now as she felt her
mind grow more and more confused and befuddled, she thought it a distinct
possibility.  It could have been that she was reacting to pheromones that the
three men released, maybe because they were cats as well as men, they had a
stronger effect on her.  Especially since any pheromones released would be
tripled.  She knew that scientists had proven that women reacted to a man´s
smell, that a major part of attraction started in the olfactory glands.  Maybe
that was what was happening here.

            Now, that she had
worked out some sort of basic explanation for her idiotic and wild behavior,
Yvonne felt better.  It would explain a lot, and she was relieved that it could
be something so simple that was affecting her.  Which meant when she did manage
to get away, she’d return to normal.

            Hopefully.

            “I´m going to go
clean the boar, I´ll be back in a while,” Rafael said to the other three in the
cave.  Remy nodded at him, and Armando answered, “Thanks, Rafe.”

            Yvonne watched in
astonishment as all three of them left the cave.  Armando wasn´t leaving anyone
to watch her?  She frowned then stood up with a groan and walked to the cave´s
entrance.

            Peering around
the thick wall, she looked into the darkness.  She couldn´t see much, but the
moon shone slightly and she could see that all three men stood near the cave´s
entrance, too near for her to think about running, even had she been capable of
running!  She listened carefully to their conversation, maybe she would find
out why they needed her.

            “I can´t believe
you let Yvonne whack you on the head,
ami,
what the fuck were you
thinking?”  Remy chuckled.  Even in the dim light, she could see the glare that
Armando shot at him.

            “Me neither,” he
growled, “I could scent you all over her though.  You´re lucky she didn´t hit
you on the frigging head.  She might have knocked some fucking sense into you.”

            “Fuck you!” Remy
teased.

            “You should both
be thankful you got some pussy, jerk-offs.  Her scent is fucking strong, I wish
I´d been the one protecting the perimeter, I´d have got in her pants first.  Fucking
lucky bastard,” Rafael shot at Remy, who just laughed.

            “You want your
frigging head bashed in?  You go for it,
mec!
” Remy joked, “She´s more
cat than any of us.  She´d probably be a fucking lioness, ready to claw you out
as soon as look at you!”  He smacked his lips. “Her pussy, wow, so tight, yeah,
Rafe, you are missing out.  It´s worth having your head caved in just for a go,
she´s so hot, she burns!”

            Yvonne glared at
them from the cave. 
Bastards
.

            She limped back
into the cave.  Her desire to escape them was compounded by their discussion of
gory details.  How dare they kiss and tell?  The shit heads!  That was so
typical of men.  She should have known better than to listen in on them.  She
supposed she’d gotten what she deserved by getting an earful of their
conversation.

            She headed a
little further into the cave, looked around, but she couldn´t see much beyond
the light of the fire.  The walls oozed with moisture, making the inside seem
cooler than it should have been.

            She´d thought
that there was a possibility of another exit out.  The way the cave was formed
suggested that there may have been an alternative entrance, so she stumbled
around.  The fire blinded her to the darkness further into the cave, making it
too dangerous to go further without portable light.  She wasn’t stupid enough
to risk her life by delving deeper into an unfamiliar cave.  Plenty of people
died that way and she didn’t want to be among that number.

            Plus, she
couldn´t go too far in case they came back suddenly.  From what little she
could see, it didn’t appear that the cave was any more complex than it appeared
to be on first inspection.

            Swearing at her
rotten luck, she moved back to the fire and her steaming boots drying in its
warmth.  She startled when she saw Rafael standing in the entrance of the cave. 
Looking out into the night, it was impossible to tell what he was thinking by
looking only at his back, but he seemed tense.  She wondered if he’d seen her
snooping around.  She hoped he hadn´t because she didn’t relish having another
argument with them—she just wanted to get back to her normal life.  That wasn´t
too much to ask for, was it?

            Mortification
made her face feel hot.  She couldn´t believe that Remy had talked about her to
the other two, but she supposed that’s all she was to them, an easy fuck.  Isn’t
that what men did when they were alone with one another?  Make comparisons and
bullshit around?  If a part of her hadn´t wanted to escape earlier, the shame
of her wantonness did now.