Savage Hunger (Project Nemesis) (15 page)

He snatched her pants down her legs and ass, ripping them off her feet to settle his head between her legs to kiss her where he’d been dying to kiss her.

She made a little mewing sound that drove his intense need higher.  She propped up to see what he was about, and when he spread her dark lips and latched on to her creamy little cunt, she gave a little cry that sent rockets off in his ears.

He gnawed and sucked on her clit, enjoying the soft sounds she made and the way her hips rose off the bunk to grind herself against his face.  Her thighs tightened on his face and he forced her legs open, keeping her wide open for the pleasure of his mouth.  She was just as sweet as he imagined, maybe better.  She tasted clear like water, just a hint of salt and addictive as hell.  He enjoyed the taste and texture of her almost as much as her panting little cries.

Blood pulsed in his groin, making his cock swell and strain painfully against his pants.

Zach breathed her in, scarcely noticing when Lucas came up to take off her shirt and suck on her breasts.

She cried out, sensation attacking her from every direction.

Parting the petals of her sex, he prodded her wet folds with his finger, suckling her clit as he pushed a finger inside and stretched her.  He searched for her g-spot, finding the little ridge easily.  When his finger curled against it, she jerked and bucked against his hand.

He smiled against her, giving her clit a nip and eliciting another throaty response.

“Please, Zach.  I need you,” she begged, whimpering against Lucas and grabbing onto his arms.

Zach pried his zipper down over the bulge, freeing his cock.  He dragged Jasmine up and off the bench, falling back onto the floor and pulling her on top of him.

She was as hungry and desperate as they were, eager to fill them inside her, to know they were safe and whole and hers.

Jasmine straddled Zach’s waist, allowing him to push painfully slow inside her.  Behind her, she felt Lucas’ warm chest as he knelt and crowded her back, enveloping her in warmth.

Zach’s cock twitched in her slick channel, making her feel full and complete.

Lucas touched her ass, spreading her cheeks and swirling moisture against her backside, tickling and teasing her anal hole before she felt the stretch of his fingers rubbing on the spot, readying her for his entry.

She bit her lip, her chest crushed against Zach’s, her nipples aching in the coarse hair that stimulated them into hard little peaks.  Zack kissed her temple and jaw, nibbling and rubbing her, keeping her relaxed as Lucas eased her open and slowly pushed himself inside her ass.

That immense feeling of fullness reached an almost painful limit.

She cried out when he sank to the hilt inside, jerking in reaction to being stretched and full.

“Oh,” she moaned, spasming and creaming herself with so much attention.

They began alternating inside her, pushing and pulling, driving her wild with their thick, deliciously sliding cocks.  She hadn’t thought to have them both at once, but it felt as natural as only having one of them.  The animalistic side to them commanded her, bade her obey their desires.  She was powerless to stop them. And really, she couldn’t even if she’d wanted to.

Some measure of restraint broke inside them.  Lucas and Zach began panting, breathless at holding back.  Jasmine arched her back, shaking almost as bad as they were.

The convulsions of her pussy and flexing ass were enough to unleash their control.  They began driving into her like men possessed.  She cried out with the force of their loving, her orgasm erupting inside with spasming, almost painful contractions.  They pumped until they’d ejected their seed inside her like a scalding fountain and were drained of all their fluids.  They went limp, rolling off and trapping her between the two of them, practically lifeless from their efforts.

She closed her eyes, knowing she could die happy and safe in their arms.

***

Dante had walked off when they began rather than staying and watching.  Odd man out, and all.

He didn’t want to be a third wheel.

Jasmine was a loud, noisy lover.  She couldn’t seem to control herself from making wildly exciting noises whenever any of them touched her.  It wasn’t hard to tell what they were doing or when they were done.

He couldn’t help the smile that came to him thinking about the things they’d done together.

He’d never shared a woman, though plenty had shared his attentions.  He’d had a habit of shopping around his entire life, and to find himself attracted to a woman who was torn between the three of them was something entirely new and alien to him.

Dante thought it would bother him.  That it didn’t made him question the changes they’d gone through.

His stomach rumbled loudly.  He decided to go to the river and check Zach’s traps to see if he’d caught anything.  The darkness was no deterrent for him, he could see as easily as if it’d been daylight.

Approaching the river, he quickly found the traps and to the delight of his stomach, there were two large native, Jundia fish caught in the traps.

He took them out and cleaned them up with his knife, heading back to camp thinking they would be done and clothed again by the time he got back.

They were, he saw.  “I thought you three would never finish,” he said, grinning at their sheepish reaction.  He chuckled and held up the prize.

“Thank god,” Zach said, stoking the fire.  “I’m starved.”

“I bet after all you’ve been doing,” Dante said, winking at Jasmine, who ducked her head with a smile.

“I don’t know why, but every time we change, it’s like it takes everything out of me.  I’m so hungry when I change back, I feel like my stomach is going to eat me alive,” Lucas said, rubbing his belly and watching as Dante spitted the fish over the fire.

“Gets me like that too,” Dante said.

“I think you guys control it more than you realize.  You seem to all think you’re just mindless beasts, but you do it whenever there’s danger around without thinking about it.  I’m sure if you tried, you could do it now, when nothing is happening,” Jasmine said, watching them intently.

Dante puzzled it over a minute, then concentrated on willing himself to change just a part of himself—his hand.  It didn’t take long for claws to extend and fur began to sprout from his fingers.  He looked at his hand in amazement.  “She’s right,” he said, in awe.

The others tried it and were just as successful.

“Do you know what this means?” Zach said, looking down at his hand and then back up at the others.

“What?” Lucas and Dante said almost in unison.

Zach flexed his fingers, curling his claws.  “We control the beast.  It no longer controls us.”

Chapter Eleven

They decided it might be for the best to abandon their campsite and move on.  Zach wove lianas vines into a rope and used the Prusik climbing technique, alternating loops with each foot to climb the huge slick tree so he could gain an advantage over the dense jungle and see which direction they need to travel to find a village.

Finally spotting a likely way to go, they headed off, remaining in single file to disguise their numbers in case they were being tracked.

They’d had no indication of pursuit, but after everything they’d gone through, they didn’t want to take any chances of discovery.

It was somewhere near noon when they found the abandoned and collapsed cabin overgrown with vines.  There was nothing left of the building, nothing salvageable at any rate, but behind the cabin were the remnants of a garden.

They found ripened tomatoes, squash and potatoes, and Jasmine eagerly gathered up what she could and stuffed it into the bag she carried.  Beyond the collapsed walls of the cabin were the deep ruts of an old cart trail.

“I think two of us should follow it and check it out.  It has to lead to a village at some point.  This is the most civilization we’ve seen since being here,” Zach said.

“I’d love to find a place to call home,” Jasmine said.  She wasn’t sure when the change in her thoughts had happened, but she’d stopped thinking about getting back to the states and more in line with staying with Zach, Lucas, and Dante.

The realization was one she kept to herself.  She didn’t want them thinking she was needy or clingy, or expectant of anything beyond survival at this point.

“I think you and I should scout ahead.  Dante can stay here and protect Jasmine in case we run up on anything,” Lucas said, dropping his bag.

Zach nodded.  “I agree.  You two set up camp behind the cabin where no one can see.  We’ll have a quick lunch then head out.”

***

Jasmine didn’t like being left behind while Zach and Lucas checked the area ahead of them for danger.  She knew it was for the best, that she’d only slow them down when they needed to move fast, but she didn’t have to like it.

She’d grown used to having them all around her.  Somehow, being with them felt natural.  She didn’t think it was all lust.  At least, she liked to think that she hadn’t secretly been a closet nymphomaniac all these years and just hadn’t known it until now.

Dante left her alone to find something to eat as dusk approached.  She stayed with the fire, keeping the small flame alive until he returned with the cleaned carcass of some type of bird.

They stewed it in the pot with some of the tomatoes, squash, and potatoes she’d gathered from the old garden that had been growing wild in the once tamed area.

It looked and smelled like an honest to god meal.  If she hadn’t been so worried about Lucas and Zach, she would have been tickled, but concern for them kept her mind occupied.

“How long do you think it’ll take for them to come back?” she asked.

Dante shrugged, shaking the pot and watching the contents boil.  “Not sure, but we’d best leave them something to eat in case they come back tonight.  I’m sure they’ll be hungry after hoofing it for so long.”

She nodded, holding her stomach.  She’d begin to wonder with the tenderness of her womb if she was about to start her period.  It seemed like it was about that time.  Of course, she was unused to so much sexual physicality, and that could attribute to it.  No doubt it had.

She’d had a terrible ache inside that gnawed her to the bone when they’d left.  She hadn’t paid a lot of attention to it before when she was surrounded by the three men.  With them gone, she realized the absence of Lucas and Zach made her feel strange.  She’d formed a connection with them that had been the driving force behind her unquenchable need to feel each of them inside her.

Now, she knew something was wrong with her.  Different.

The ache between her legs was nearly unbearable, begging for release.

Dante seemed to sense something was different about her.  She was being too quiet.

“What’s wrong, baby?  You worried about them?  You shouldn’t be.  They’ve done this plenty of times before.”

“I don’t know.  I’ve had this ache inside me.  I thought at first it was from all the sex, but now I realize it’s something else.  I need you.  All of you.”

Dante leaned close, rubbing a hand up her thigh and cupping her sex.  “Here?”

She nodded, biting her lip.  “It hurts so bad.  I don’t know what’s wrong with me.  I’ve been worrying about it a long time, ever since that first kiss on the beach when y’all left me.”

Dante looked up at the sky as if praying to the heavens.  “We’ve been breeding you and didn’t even realize it.  No wonder we couldn’t keep our hands off of you,” he murmured.  “We must have started the process with our saliva, kissing you, connecting.  I’m sorry.”

“What?” she said, looking at him, feeling stunned.

“You heard me.  I think you’ve been in heat all this time.  It’s why we haven’t been able to think of anything else but fucking your brains out all over the jungle.  The wolf must be dominating us.”

“What does that mean?” she asked worriedly.

“I don’t know.  I worry about how the others are handling it.  Maybe they were right in wanting to destroy us.”

“You shouldn’t say that.  It’s me.  I’m doing something to your control.  It has to be that.  You all seemed fine before we had sex.  Maybe it’s some kind of side effect we couldn’t know about?”

“Maybe.  It’s obvious you’re our pack female,” Dante said.  “Fuck!  That might not be good if we run across someone else who’s changed.”

She shook her head, not wanting to hear it.  “God, Dante.  I need some relief.  I can’t stand it anymore!”  She turned to him, kissing him hungrily, hoping he’d banish the strange ache between her thighs that was driving her crazy.

She’d never envisioned something like this happening to her.  It explained so much of what she was feeling.  A feverish sensation enveloped her with a feeling of excitement.

She was almost breathless with anticipation when his mouth settled back over hers.  He breached the barrier of her lips and explored her mouth with his tongue, drawing her out with hungry tenderness.

She needed this, she realized, and knew he was right about her being in heat.  The knowledge should have frightened her, but she was enmeshed so deeply she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think of a way to escape her body’s responses.

Nothing mattered but quenching that fire that consumed her.

He pushed her backwards and climbed over her, pushing her pants down and positioning himself between her thighs.

He moved against her in a restless way, creating a frisson of excitement deep within her.  That deep, throbbing ache intensified to a fever pitch.  The longer he held off from her, the worse it seemed to get.

Aligning his body with hers, he slowly pushed inside.  She cradled him with her thighs, mutely urging him to end her suffering.  The ache intensified almost immediately.  Wetness seeped through her core, easing his way inside.

Just feeling him there gave her a sense of relief that made her breathe easier.  She wanted to hate herself and the desperation, but she was beyond thinking so clearly.

Dante propped on his elbows, his face close to hers, his eyes intense and dark.

He buried his face against her neck, sawing his way inside her tight hole until her body accommodated his girth.