The Dom Protects His Puma [Unchained Love 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (2 page)

At that moment, Larry, the business manager of the Carnal Connections community, made his way through the crowd and stood in front of everyone, facing the road and the rogue panthers. “Good evening. Why are you here? This is private property, you know. I believe you’ve been told that before.”

The man with the blond hair stepped forward from the rogue panther group. Omar wondered where he’d hidden the knife. In the back of his jeans perhaps? “You’re sheltering a group of shape-shifters. We could bring the authorities here. I reckon the scientific community would like to get their hands on some of them. We could give them a wolf and a panther to experiment on. I reckon the authorities might be interested in some of the kinky sexual stuff you do here, too. Likely want to check some of your women over, make sure they aren’t victims of domestic violence. Or you could just hand us over two unmated, pure-blood, female cat-shifters. A puma and a panther would be good. Either that or a couple of cougars. We don’t mind as long as they’re full-blood female shifters. Then we’ll go away and you have our word we won’t say anything to anyone about what goes on here.”

“You have a ‘pot calling the kettle black’ problem right there. Some of your people are panther-shifters, too, and some of your people were involved in a stabbing at a basketball match. I’m positive the authorities would be just as interested in checking out your group as in worrying about ours. I believe that’s what we call checkmate. I think it’s time for you to leave. Not just leave our property but leave the neighborhood as well,” said Larry.

Omar watched as the rogue panthers’ leader swung his gaze across the crowd facing him. Then he looked back at Larry, said, “We’ll be back. You’d better believe that,” and turned to get in the nearest truck. The rest of the panthers followed him into their vehicles, and they drove off.

The crowd began to disperse, so Omar gently touched Ramona’s arm, not wanting his aching nuts to be bashed again. “Ramona, listen to me please.”

She turned. Gods, she was so beautiful. All flashing black eyes, thick black hair, and a lush body he longed to possess. She didn’t speak, just raised one curved black eyebrow in query at him.

“Ramona, you know I love you. I’ve told you over and over I love you, want you, can’t live without you.”

She nodded, but her face was impassive. She wasn’t going to give away her thoughts. She had to know how dangerous it was for her to be unmarried. The rogue panthers wouldn’t take her once she mated. Only unmated females were of interest to them. Panthers—and pumas like Ramona—mated for life.

“They’ll be back, Ramona. Even if that man hadn’t just said so, the truth is they will be. You won’t be safe until you marry me. Please, I’m begging you, mate with me, Ramona. I couldn’t bear it if anything happened to you.” Omar dropped to one knee and almost wished they were human and in a straight lifestyle so he could give her a ring right now. An emerald maybe, or a ruby that would flash fire to match her personality.

“We’ve had this conversation before. Several times, in fact. My answer hasn’t changed. If you want me, you have to accept Javier as well, as an equal partner. I won’t marry just you, Omar. I need Javier as well.”

“But he’s human. And male.”

“I’m a puma. Puma women often form unconventional bonds. I want you, but I want him, too. It’s an all-or-nothing deal, Omar. Go away and don’t mention this to me again until you’re ready to accept my wishes.”

“But they’ll keep coming after you until you’re mated.”

“No. Only until I’m not a virgin anymore, and that’s easy enough to fix. They’ll be able to smell the man on my skin and won’t want me.”

“You’d fuck JB?” Omar couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Instead of marrying him, she’d have an affair with that—that—human!

“I love him, too, Omar. I fell in love with him the moment we met when Autumn and I came here for that BDSM party four months ago. Furthermore, he loves me and is prepared to share me with you or another man of my choice. You won’t share, so that’s the end of our relationship.”

“What if—what if—” Omar struggled to believe he was going to say this, but he couldn’t risk losing her entirely. “What if we just fuck, not mate. You, and me, and that—human. Just sex. For now. To keep you safe.”
I’ll fuck her brains out and she won’t want that weak little runt of a human anymore. She’ll turn to me and mate with me. I’ll keep her in my bed and give her so many orgasms she’ll agree to anything I say.

She stared deep into his eyes. “You would agree to share me fully with Javier? This would be just sex, no commitment.”

His panther genes were screaming at him to take her and run away with her, far from all this trouble, just him and her forever. But he knew that she wouldn’t be happy like that, and he wanted her to be happy. It nearly killed him to agree, but he promised himself it would only be for a very short time, just until he could convince her to mate with him. Only him. “Yes.”

“All right. Let’s go tell Javier then. We’ll need to move into his house.”

“Why move into his house? My apartment—”

“No. We’re staying here, at Carnal Connections. I have to be here to support Leticia and the other young women. JB has a house of his own. He’s a builder, remember. There’ll be room for all of us there. I’ve been in his house. It’s nice.”

“It makes sense to remain here, I suppose. Wait. You’ve been in his house? Has he touched you? I’ll—”

Ramona turned to him, her eyes blazing. “You’ll agree to share me or this whole deal is off. Understand?”

Gods she was beautiful when she was angry. He loved her so much. But this was going to be excruciatingly hard. To let another man touch her was going to kill him.

“All right. I love you, Ramona, truly I do.”

“Then see that you share.”

“I’ll share.” Even if it killed him. Or maybe he could kill the human and solve the problem that way. Now that sounded like a much better plan!

* * * *

David was furious. Every time he planned to get a woman to solve all his problems something went wrong. He’d thought and thought and gone through every possible step strategically to ensure nothing went wrong this time. And yet it had all blown up in his face.

First, at the basketball match, his people had snatched Ramona. Then a freaking wolf turned up and they ran away. The idiotic cowards left Ramona there and ran away without her! His men, his own team members, his pack, had been so busy fighting on the basketball court instead of backing up the couple who’d grabbed Ramona they’d all been taken away by the police. Then he’d spent the rest of the day bailing them out of jail instead of fucking and claiming his woman, a pure-blood puma, exactly what he needed to be happy and to cement his rule over the pack. Once he had his woman, everything else would fall into place. There’d be no more trouble with the stupid humans in his pack. They’d obey him instantly and completely, and he’d rule them properly.

Then he spent weeks—weeks!—planning this attack. All his arguments carefully prepared and laid out in a logical line so no one could defeat them, even though he’d expected to be able to snatch one of the females without needing to talk about it. He liked that puma. She had dark hair and sparkling eyes and exuded sex appeal. But realistically, any female cat-shifter would do. Panther, puma, cougar, their species was irrelevant as long as they weren’t half-bloods.

And the moment he and his men had approached the gate, rolling up on silent wheels, ready to attack, all these freaking lights had turned on, displaying everything to the whole world like some fucking movie. And talking about movies, some idiot humans were filming them. Filming them! What the fuck was that about? How could he snatch up his woman in front of a huge crowd all watching every last thing he did?

Then that arrogant, insensitive human just disregarded his beautiful, perfect, carefully thought-out arguments and waved him away like an annoying child!

He wouldn’t be defeated a third time. He’d be back with his entire pack and guns and knives and whatever it took to get his woman. In fact, they’d steal all the cat-shifter women. His men could have some fun, too.

* * * *

Ramona wasn’t sure she could trust Omar when it came to sharing. He was such an out-and-out Alpha, and a Dom as well. There was no way she’d let him tie her up anytime soon, just in case he decided to go ahead with a mating, knowing in her heart she’d accept him. He knew she loved him, just as she knew he loved her. But she was one hundred percent serious about mating with JB as well and determined to have them both.

Omar was the archetypical big, strong, macho male. To be wrapped in his arms was to feel safe, at home, cherished. Well, except when he startled her in the middle of an attack from the rogue panthers. She’d fought back instinctively before she’d recognized his touch. When she’d seen the hurt on his face after she’d kneed him, not realizing who it was who’d grabbed her, she’d almost apologized. But she wasn’t that stupid. He should have spoken to her, not hugged her from behind, so she’d have known it was him. Besides, he’d have used an apology to have them mated that very night. She couldn’t give him that much power over her yet. But once he accepted Javier as well…ah, that would be different. She’d become the most amenable submissive ever.

Ramona longed to hand over her life to Omar. It’d be wonderful when she didn’t have to be strong and in control anymore. But she needed JB, too. He was so quiet and shy, unless he was talking about building something. Then he shone with joy, and everyone could see what a quick mind he had, thinking outside the box to solve all kinds of problems. Like with the new homes the community had provided for the panthers during this troubled time. He’d figured out a way to join together two quite different modular home units, making a larger home that fit together perfectly.

He showed his love for her, not by saying anything but by smoothing the way for her, making her life easier. Pumping air into her car tires and oiling a squeaky door in her room at Carnal Connections. And when he’d kissed her it’d been the sweetest, most romantic kiss she’d ever had. After they’d broken off the kiss, he’d grinned and said, “That was worth it. Even if Omar murders me, I’ll die a happy man remembering that kiss.”

“I won’t let him hurt you. Omar is just going to have to realize if he wants me he gets you as well.”

Yeah, well, she knew he wasn’t converted to her plan yet. More like he’d been so worried she might actually go to bed with JB that he decided to agree with her for the moment. He’d just go along with it until he could convince her to mate with him alone. Well, he’d be waiting until hell froze over in that case. She wanted both of them, and that’s what she was going to have. Only when they’d mated as a threesome would she unleash her submissive side and let him order her life. Although letting him be the Dom in the bedroom might be fun. She’d only been here a few weeks, but it had sure opened her mind to some highly arousing possibilities. Underneath his bossiness was a genuine love and care for her. She knew that, knew he truly loved her and showed it through his Dominance and need to control everything around him.

Ramona gave a little shiver as her panties dampened at the thought of some of the things Lucy and Jubilee had talked about. She wished she could just relax, but the rogue panthers were still very dangerous. The BDSM community had come up with a pretty amazing way of holding them at bay tonight, though. When the alarm bell had rung, she’d instantly raced for the gate, ready to change and fight to protect the humans who were sheltering them. But those same humans had come up with their own solution. They’d obviously had it planned for a while. They hadn’t set up huge stage lights like that in five minutes. But by making the night as bright as day there was nowhere for attackers to hide. And by filming everything there was plenty of evidence for the courts if people were hurt or taken. It’s no wonder the panthers had stopped dead in their tracks and come no farther onto the property than the entryway.

However, it wasn’t the kind of defense that would work a second time. The rogue group wouldn’t come through the main entry next time. They’d sneak in some other way, likely in their panther forms and through the land left wild and uncultivated. Still, the community had thought of something unusual the first time, so she had faith that they would be able to think of something just as clever the next time, too.

While she’d been thinking, Ramona, with Omar close beside her, had walked down the main roadway of the community toward a group of storage sheds. JB had a sort-of office in the back of one of these buildings and could often be found there. He said he preferred to make all his mess here and leave his house tidy, but she also thought he simply enjoyed building things and fixing things, and this way all the tools he needed were available in the one place.

Sure enough, as she arrived he was busy rolling up cables and hanging them on a rack. Every time she came here she grinned at Javier’s “filing” system. One entire wall of this barn was covered with hooks and racks. And in every place was a painted outline of the item which belonged there. The cables he was hanging up had yellow duct tape on their ends, and the picture showed cables with a strip of yellow duct tape. Next to them was a space for more cables, this time with red duct tape.

Even the hammers had a space with the hammer outlined in black paint, so the right-size hammer was placed on each hook. The system made good sense, actually, in that when asked to return a piece of equipment, the person didn’t need to be highly competent with the technical names. All they had to do was look at the wall and match it to the correct outline.