Embraced By Passion (18 page)

“Come here, sweetheart.” Ja’Rol beckoned her to him, his arms open, waiting for her warmth. Soft and swaying, her hair caressed her cheeks. Crawling onto the couch with him, she straddled Ja’Rol’s hips.

Ja’Rol groaned when she rested her slick, swollen center right over his cock. Clasping her face between his palms, he brought her to his lips. “Fuck me, Brigit. Please.”

The air in his lungs froze when she sank down onto his shaft. Her lids half-covered, sultry, alluring eyes, their golden lashes giving them an aura that only intensified their deep blue.

With her hands on his shoulders, she rocked her hips and he panted. He moved with her, slowly, building the heat between them.

She moaned with a shuddering twitch beneath the sharp pleasure of Slone’s bite, nibbling and sucking at firm flesh, her spine twisting and arching, driving her onto Ja’Rol, taking him deeper. Ja’Rol fell into the sensation.

“Do it again,”
he begged Slone.

She shuddered when Slone complied, delicious fire flooding his blood. Ja’Rol kissed her, letting her find her pace as she came down from the edge of the cliff.

Shaking gasps rocked her and he held her a little tighter, keeping her steady, watching her expressions. “
Ja’Rol, she’s so hot. I can’t wait to be in her.”
Slone had penetrated her again, ensuring her readiness before sinking his full length into her. Together, they thrust into her welcoming body.

Her purr rumbled against Ja’Rol’s chest followed by a low whimper. The lounger shifted slightly with Slone resting on a knee behind her, his hand on her back, stroking her, soothing her.

“Breathe easy, pet.” Slone’s voice wove over them. Her eyes popped open and searched for Ja’Rol’s. “Such a sweet ass. Perfect.” Ja’Rol felt as Slone’s weight pressed him into the couch. “That’s it, love.”

As one, all three moaned as Slone seated himself with Brigit between them. Ja’Rol watched her, felt her tremble and slowly moved when she did, stroking in a tender rhythm. Her fingers clawed at the leather beneath him. He cupped her waist. Her pussy clenched and he gritted his teeth. Slone found the rhythm.

Brigit gasped.

“OhGodohGodohGod…”
It became a litany, her voice, so hungry with pleasure, filled with a need that both were fulfilling.

“Yes, Brigit, feel us.”
Ja’Rol swept the hair out of her face. “
Beautiful, beloved.”

Slone’s pleasure was thickening, filling them as much as hers was reaching out to him. Ja’Rol knew they were feeling his rapture as ecstasy unlike anything they’d ever known swept over the three of them, consuming them.

“We are yours,”
Ja’Rol whispered, meeting her glazed gaze.
“We are one. We belong to you and we will cherish you forever.”
She blinked with a sluggish effort at the sweet words. Then her plump lips parted, a low moan slipping free and she did what neither had expected to happen so soon. She opened herself completely, absorbing their need, their love, their hunger and returned it, giving herself to them.

Brigit embraced them and returned that love and trust with a piece of her soul.

Ja’Rol’s voice grew hoarse as his growls deepened, swarmed by the unexpected rush of love from the woman in his hands. Slone’s thrusts grew in strength, driving them all together, tasting the same rush, feeling the same bliss. Ja’Rol arched, filling her, her walls clenching down with each stroke against her insides. His balls ached, she felt so good.

“Please, baby,” he whispered. “So good.”

With a scream of sheer rapture, her orgasm ripped through her, smothering her, shocking Ja’Rol with the strength of it. Slone roared, pounding into her ass.

Watching her bliss and feeling them both sent Ja’Rol over the edge. The pulse of his orgasm sped through his veins, filling his cock until he thought he would burst. Each jet of his seed slammed through him. Her pants rolled over his throat, her heart beating a heavy pace against his ribs. With a final gasp of breath, he melted into the couch, one arm around Brigit, and one hand held by Slone.

* * * *

Ja’Rol blinked into the diffused morning light slipping between the blinds and yawned. Reaching an arm, he found one side of the bed was empty, but Brigit’s sweet, easy breathing told him she was there. Then he heard the chirping sounds of the TV in the living room.

“Cartoons.”
He tried to grin, but he just wasn’t awake enough for it.

“Go back to sleep.”
Slone’s voice was a low chuckle.

“I think I will. Love you,”
Ja’Rol sleepily mumbled through his thoughts. Curling around the feminine warmth in bed with him, he closed his eyes and snuggled down into the thick pillows and comforter.

“Love you back,”
Slone whispered into his mind.

“Love you both,”
Ja’Rol heard in Brigit’s sleep-drugged voice. Right before a drawn breath brought her flush into his chest. Then she drifted into a deeper sleep within his arms.

Ja’Rol fell back into sleep, wrapped in their love.

The End

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CAGED

By

Diana DeRicci

Chapter One

Rhys watched the agitated feline pace back and forth in her cage, throaty growls vibrating the silence. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll get you out.” He clamped the wire cutters, pinching the cable between its jaws. A ping echoed as the steel mesh of the cage snapped, making him wince, though he didn’t slow down or stop. He did the exact same thing six more times then, after dropping the cutters to his side, pushed on the wire split, widening the hole. “How the hell did you let poachers find you?” he admonished the cat.

Glancing over his shoulder, he stilled his breathing.
Shit.
Footsteps.
“We have to hurry,” he told the cheetah. Golden eyes rested on him. At least she’d stopped pacing. His gaze quickly sought any wounds with her standing still, or at least calmer, but he couldn’t find anything physically wrong with the cheetah before him. She was scared, and probably pissed beyond all sanity at being snagged in a damn trap, but otherwise fine.

The warehouse was dark, the mustiness of its interior telling the tale of its disuse. Dawn was only an hour away, giving them little time to sneak out It had taken him all night trailing the ones who’d captured her and then having no choice but to leave her to come back with the cutters to rescue Mira.

With a grunt, he created a gap in the razor-sharp wire ends, and the cat slunk through the hole. Once on his side of the cage, she practically wrapped herself around him, butting his shoulder and chin with her head. He held her in his arms for a minute. “I got you, baby,” he whispered, burying his face in her neck. He’d been terrified when he’d realized what had happened to her. Rhys didn’t even know how the poachers had caught on that they’d gone up to the mountains to let Mira run. Cheetahs were not native to North America, much less the Catskills. They would have to find a new running ground, but they’d worry about that later. Right now, he had to get them both out of there. “We have to go.” Reluctantly, he set her on her feet. She brushed against his leg, staying close.

He inched with a cautious step along the wall, her padded paws silent beside him. Rhys had to fight his urge to run like hell to escape. They’d get out. The window he’d come in through was only a few yards away. Sounds of a waking city slipped in on the breeze.

A moment later he froze, the cat beside him going stock still at the same time. A phone rang. Steps retreated.
Damn.
He let out a slow breath. Whoever was there, was pacing a path in the flooring. The hair on the nape of his neck stood on end, warning him he was running out of time. Nearing the window, he motioned for Mira and she cleared it with one flying leap. Hoisting himself up, he fell through to the other side, landing in a crouch. Leaning against the wall, buried in shadow, he paused, listening for any sound of pursuit, then he pointed and she whirled, taking off at a run. Rhys fell in behind.

Three seconds later, a volatile shout filled the warehouse. He didn’t stop to look over his shoulder to see if they’d been spotted or who it was. His only goal was to get them both out of sight and disappear.

* * * *

Mira collapsed on the leather front seat, Rhys already turning over the engine of the SUV. “There’s clothes in the back,” he told her once she’d completed her shift. She nodded, gasping for breath.

“Just go.”

He didn’t argue.

A moment later, shivering and naked, she reached behind her seat and found a pile of clothes. “Thank you.” Slumped down, she couldn’t see where he was going, just grateful it was away from that cage.

“Like I’d let you out in public naked,” Rhys scoffed with a playful grin.

She lay in shivering silence for a moment, her eyes closed. Adrenaline surges sent shivers down her frame in rivers. Mira had never been captured like that, and she never wanted it to happen again. “For coming to get me.”

A hand threaded through her blonde curls a second later, drawing her gaze to him. “Like I’d ever let you go.” Her heart thumped and a heavy sheen moistened her eyes at the absolute adoration in his gray-brown eyes when she locked hers with his.

Mira was still getting used to having Rhys in her life. She knew he loved her. She loved him like no one else. But he’d taken a huge risk tonight. Sliding the sweater over her head, she heatedly admonished herself. He’d done it because she’d made a bad choice and had been caught for it.

“Do you think they know?”

He raked his bottom lip with his teeth. “Honestly, I don’t know.” He turned right at a light, his attention on his driving. “I’m not sure if they were just poachers, or if someone else has figured out what you are and is actively hunting for you guys.”

She groaned. The tears continued to well. “Damn it!” She swiped a stiff finger beneath her lashes when she couldn’t make them stop.

“You have to admit, anyone reporting cheetahs and lions and tigers to the wildlife department is going to be laughed at. Get enough calls from more locations and someone’s going to ask questions.” He glanced her way. “Catch one and you’re an instant media rock star.”

“I don’t think he was waiting for the news vans,” she said. Mira curled up tighter on the seat, wanting to sink into it and disappear. “I need to lay low for a while. I thought it was safe here. I got careless.” She pressed, as though to hide, against the rear of the seat.

Rhys pulled over into a diner parking lot miles from where he’d found her and stopped the vehicle. Shoving the gears into park, he turned and faced her. “It’ll be all right.” Warm, solid and steady, his palms cupped her face, calming her frantically racing heart. The sweep of his thumbs over her skin made him feel so real, soothing her like no one else could. “I love you. I’m not letting anything happen to you.”

Her breath caught. It always did as his lips descended to hers. She purred and moaned at the same time, the flash of desire so hot, she shook. All it took was a kiss and she went up in flames. A touch and she’d be demanding he strip and take her. And he wouldn’t argue. He couldn’t deny her when he was usually just as eager. The intensity of what they’d found together was staggering, and so once in a lifetime, she was determined to never let him go, provided incidences like yesterday morning didn’t take her from him unwillingly.