Her breasts were heavy from Sterling loving them. He kissed and sucked her nipples. Her ever clinical and precise man, whom she loved dearly, liked to call them that. When he was in a very playful mood, he’d call them areolas, vaginas, and so on. She’d giggle and that is what he was hoping for before he teased those very body parts until she was weeping and crying out his name. The tension would ease. Now, though, his pulling drew out her cry of want and he tweaked more, twisting and then nipping them hard.
She tensed her muscles, feeling the ache, the pulsing in her core. Zander moved her honey all around and scooted down to put his face where she wanted his manhood.
“No, I want…”
Sterling tugged at her breast painfully to give her the twinge she needed to release, and it worked for a while. When she tried to stop Zander’s manner of lovemaking, an explosion of resounding proportions landed on her ass. Pax had smacked her displayed bottom cheeks.
“Let him taste you.” Paxton shifted her legs even wider apart, holding her open for Zander’s attack. “If this were another situation, you would have a say, but tonight is therapeutic. You need it, so you get no say.” Zander turned Maya on her tummy, pulled her up on her knees and lifted her bottom high in the air, knees spread wide.
“I’ll stop all her protests,” said Sterling as he slid under her face, forcing her to change her angle to accept his cock in her mouth.
She opened eagerly and took in the long cock, inhaling his musky scent. Her groan of protest gave way to a moan of delight at the spiraling heat in her nether regions and the sensations of having a cock pounded in her mouth, filling it, sometimes making her gag. She was being mastered by her men. Oh, what a creator to have designed men to pleasure women.
“I’m not going to last long,” Sterling huffed.
“I’m right there with you, man,” came Zander’s response.
She was right there with them both. She felt two orgasms that seemed to never end, crashing over her one after the other. She wasn’t sure if it was two or one with several crests. Three was enough, almost. She wanted at least one more, had to have it. Her men were all so different and she needed the rough side of love, too. Sterling had gone there some tonight, but she needed more. She turned over after catching her breath and stared into his eyes. Paxton was ready. She was ready.
Chapter 14
Paxton stared at Maya trying to gauge whether she was too tired to play his kind of sex games. He had to hand it to Sterling tonight. He had delved into a little sadistic play if only for a few moments. Zander was the nurturing one and he coaxed a beautiful orgasm from their girl. But Paxton’s lovemaking would be different. She knew it. He waited to see what she’d do as her eyes bore into his.
Just when Pax thought she’d not be up to the challenge tonight, she raised her hand to him, enticing him to her, inviting him into her lair. He grabbed her hand and went down to her.
“Do you understand what I want?”
“Yes.”
“Are you willing to let me take what I want?”
“Yes. Please take me.”
She answered his kiss of confirmation with a nip of his lower lip.
“Ah, my little rabbit is bringing out the baby badger tonight. I love it when you bring her to bed.”
“Where is my chief, he who demands obedience? Who takes what he wants?”
All talking ceased as he kissed her hard, prying her lips open to allow his tongue to invade her mouth. They fought, they danced, their breathing increased. Giving them a chance to suck in air, he covered her with his body, pinning her down, inhibiting any thought of retreat. He enticed her to surrender, but she did not. Her hands touched him everywhere.
He sucked her nipple in his mouth. She tweaked his. He nipped her neck. She pinched his ass. He caressed her thigh. She wrapped her legs around him to rub her saturated pussy on his uncomfortably hard cock. He flipped her over and looked for the two men who had enjoyed her earlier. Zander connected first and took the top. Sterling moved to her pussy and that ever alert clit.
Paxton slapped her ass and she whined. “This is possession, sweetness. It doesn’t need your submission. In fact, it’s better if you don’t.” He slapped her cheeks over and over as Zander gave alternating gentle caresses and rough yanks and twists to her nipples. Sterling rubbed and tweaked her clit then finger fucked her pussy entrance, holding her slit held open wide with one hand, exposing her to the air and Paxton’s occasional slaps to her pink bits.
Paxton could feel her climbing that mountain of ecstasy. He had to get inside before his balls burst and his cock exploded. He’d been tingling for a while and that telltale numbness was spreading. The burn would be right behind it. He lubed his fingers as he said, “Hold open these ass cheeks.” He smiled when she did it without protest.
“Here goes one finger baby.”
She moaned.
“Now two.”
She grunted as he introduced the second digit and moved with concentrated determination, in and out of her dark entrance.
“Now three.”
A small sound of distress and then panting. Paxton was almost ready. He lubed his cock well. He re-lubed her entrance. “Hold your cheeks apart. Wider.” He slapped her hard with his oiled hand and the wet smack resounded in the room. Her squeal was muffled when Zander took her mouth with his, swallowing her cries.
Maya
She wasn’t fighting them, she was fighting coming apart. Maya was not allowed to orgasm with Paxton at will, like she was with the other two men. She needed his permission.
“Not yet, Maya. I will scorch your ass if you come before you have permission.”
She nearly came at his threat. The evil man knew it, too.
He lined his cock to her brown entrance and pushed with firm, steady pressure. It wasn’t her first breeching as Paxton had worked with her once a day for a week before taking her every day for the next three days. She knew how to relax and allow him in, but it still ached and there was a twinge of pain.
“Let go Maya.” The head of his cock breached her entrance smoothly. He stopped to give her a chance to adjust.
“Please can I come?”
For his answer, he leaned down and slid his hand under her hair and closed into a fist, tight to her scalp. She knew he didn’t want to pull her hair out, just give her a little tingle. He moved in and out slowly.
“Please, let me come.”
“What do I want to hear?”
Her moans sounded like muffled cries. “I’m yours to punish, yours to love, yours to claim.”
“Shall I claim you now?”
“Yes.”
“Then come, baby. Come hard for me.”
He yanked her hair and pounded into her ass. Her cries of pain-laced pleasure overtook them all and she stiffened, squeezing his cock hard, as though she would strangle him and then he was shooting his seed deep into the recesses of her core. The burn was overwhelming, her muscle spasms painful and his release seemed as unending as hers.
Both spent, he withdrew from her used backside and joined the other two in kissing and caressing her sweetly. He kissed her bottom and soothed the red rear he’d given her. Satiated, Maya lay just off the center of the mattresses.
“I love you, Paxton. I love you, Zander. I love you, Sterling.” The men tucked themselves around her. They each found a spot and slept touching her, holding her, protecting her. A cocoon. She slept.
Maya heard the wind in the trees. It was a stormy night and the men were doing their final work before they went back home. Maya had a nap earlier and took food to put in her pack. She knew she’d be in a fight for her life at any second. She kept the pack near her and told Sterling, when he asked, that she needed the security. He had frowned at her but being the human behavioral analyst, he allowed it and even explained it to the other two men.
Zander walked in. “We’ll need to wait the storm out now. If we could, we would have left early but we weren’t ready to go. It might be tomorrow, honey. I’m
sorry.”
She nodded. It was because the time had come. Even nature knew. Dinner was subdued. Maya focused all her energy on the task at hand, her secret task. She didn’t hear what her men were talking about. It didn’t matter that this era thought she needed assimilation. It didn’t matter she had done all they needed her to do to accomplish that. All that mattered was eliminating Lakan. When she did that, life would be as it should be. Earlier, she had decided she would have it all or have nothing. She’d be with her men, or dead, or even worse, thrown back into her own time to live her life without them. That would be the cruelest fate of all. If she didn’t act now, Lakan would take from her the life she had envisioned.
She feigned tiredness and the men allowed her to go to bed early. Maya kissed each one of them tenderly, touching them longer than usual. If they knew she was heavy hearted, they never mentioned it. They allowed her to finish her goodnight ritual and go to bed. As the night continued, and nothing happened, no worry overtook her, no Lakan, no uneasiness in her mind, she fell asleep without a dream to break her rest.
Maya’s scream split the night calm. Rushing into her room for the second night in a row, Sterling found her gone. Zander followed him into her bedroom, checking under the bed. Sterling looked in the closet. The window was open slightly. Paxton rushed to it, throwing it open entirely, ripping the curtains off their rods, looking back as though he couldn’t believe she wasn’t in her bed. It was still empty. Another scream echoed in the blackness of the raging storm. Paxton pounded the windowsill in his frustration and leaned out to help him see. One solitary light shone into the darkness from the park’s streetlight. The men crowded in the window and peered into the inkiness.
“What the hell is that on the other side of the fence?” asked Zander.
“I can’t tell. This rains a bitch. A man? Is that our girl he has?” Paxton started to crawl out of the window.
“It looks like a damn sasquatch,” declared Sterling.
Paxton ran to the opposite fence as the other two went out the doors to go around to the back. They met behind the house. After some minutes of looking to no avail, they turned their drenched bodies back toward the house.
“Why did the security system not come on?” Zander wondered out loud.
“She let him in. She disengaged the security and let him in.” Sterling slammed the door.
“Who? Lakan? I’m going to strip her hide off her ass when I get my hands on her.”
“God, I hope you get that chance,” whispered Zander. Panicked silence met his words. They took a few moments to get their thoughts together.
“Okay, guys, that’s our woman out there. We have to find her,” said Paxton.
“It’s showtime then.” Zander prodded them into action. “Sterling, what are you feeling about our girl. Any thoughts or impressions on what is going on?”
“No, but I’ve never tried to do that without her in the same house, next to me, or in my dreams.”
“Then let’s get some of her special things. Or better yet, go sit in her room. She’s scared, or she wouldn’t have screamed. Our girl didn’t go quietly or calmly into the night. She regretted her choice, but it was too late,” Paxton pointed out.
Sterling stood to try the suggestion. “You two pull up everything we know about Lakan and the story of skinwalkers. And pull up that legend we found earlier. The one we thought was about Maya and then dismissed it. I wished we’d paid more attention.”
“Well, we are paying attention now. Darla, pull up the file saved as Maya’s Myth.” Zander yelled into the room.
“Yes, Professor.”
“I’m going to pull up a map of the area, most especially wooded areas. Darla, can you track Maya?”
“I’ll try, Paxton.”
“Calling law enforcement is the first thing we would do normally, but there’s nothing they can do in this case. I feel so damn helpless,” agonized Zander.
“We aren’t helpless. We’re going to get her back and we’re going to be smart about it.” Paxton was in take-charge mode.
Ultimately, the myth was as she had said. There was a great sacrifice and near death, but they had no real clues except she didn’t return to her people. Sage Woman lived with her men, as Maya did. If it was about Maya and so many other’s as she had described, there was nothing else helpful. Not returning was all those left behind them would know. No, the men would need to create their own ending on this version. It would include Maya, home with them safe and sound, having their babies. Most likely under lock and key.
“Look, I can’t really connect with her,” Sterling said as he came out of her room. “But there’s a loop of information in my head. That scene in the parking garage when we first found her keeps repeating. Should we go to where we found her in case he’s taking her back with him?”
“I’ve located Maya. She is traveling at twenty-three miles an hour. Now twenty-one.” Darla described the direction. It matched the center.
“He is still in bear form and tiring but he’ll get there about the time we do driving.” Zander headed for the SUV. “It makes sense. It’s the only form he could take that would be believable in this area that would allow him to carry her and move quickly.”
“That has to be it. Remember what she said about her dreams? It was like he was dragging her back to the same place? Is he trying to get back home? Can he take her back? Can he really take her from us?”
No one answered the question as he climbed into the vehicle with the other two. Zander took the initiative and slid behind the wheel. Paxton was following Darla’s tracking and Sterling was trying to concentrate on Maya.
“She’s scared. She doesn’t know where she is.”
“Do we know?” asked Zander.
“They’re near Sumac Forest. Wait. They’ve stopped,” Paxton said.
“He’s hurt her. She’s frightened. She’s trying to calm down and she’s saying, ‘Please find me.’”
“That’s not far. We’re in River Bend. What ten, fifteen minutes with traffic?”
The car was quiet as they drove, each working on their part of finding Maya before it was too late.
“Hell, now they’re traveling slower, toward Roan Park. Where the hell are they going?”
Zander shook his head as he watched traffic. “I’ll adjust to head for the freeway.”
For hours they tracked her. When they found they were close, they got out and walked for miles. “She’s gone again. Let’s head back to the car.” Zander’s pain was evident in his voice. He spoke for all of them. The stress and worry were eating them alive. Tempers grew short.
“Sterling, we’ve already driven this road more than four times, move the hell on.” Paxton wanted to just track them down, but he needed help if Lakan was a bear. He couldn’t just shoot him. Maya needed to do this her way.
“I feel her near this area.”
“I wish your feelings came with radar or directions.” Paxton’s irritation grew. “How about we use infrared?
“Useless. These are parks in a city with too many people. We don’t have a whole team to find her with. That’s what it would take.”
“Well, better than waiting on a mind meld.” Paxton was like a caged wild tiger.
“I’m doing the best I can.”
Paxton sighed. “I know man, I’m sorry. I feel like I’m losing my mind.”
“Wait, that’s why this doesn’t make sense.” Zander grimaced.
“Because I’m incrementally losing my mind?”
“No,” said Zander. “Maya said he had gone mad. That’s why it looks like he’s going in the same direction and then he takes a totally different direction.”
Sterling said grimly. “He’s lost.”
“Yes.”
Once they tried to leave Zander in the car, so he could drive to the other two and there wouldn’t be a long trek back. Unfortunately, the idea was good, but there weren’t any intersecting roads where they hiked in and he had to wait for them to return anyway.
They had always liked the parks and natural spots in this city but now, it was just another group of barriers to get to their girl.
After twenty-four hours, they fell exhausted into their beds. They’d gone about fifteen miles from home but had travelled in every circle and configuration imaginable, multiple times. How Lakan could have eluded them was not even conceivable.
Paxton spoke to his companions. “We need to call in Ambrose.
Zander was silent. Sterling answered him. “If we have a couple hours sleep and wake up feeling the same way, then we’ll do it.”
“Okay.”
After a few hours’ sleep, they got up to do it again.
Now it had been thirty hours since Maya had been taken. The good news was she wasn’t moving now. The bad news was she wasn’t moving now. Maya had remained stationary for fifteen minutes according to their tracking device. It also had shown that they had continued to slow down. Lakan was getting tired. They should be able to get to them now.
Maya
Maya was scared. She’d gotten that gag out of her mouth, but would that send Lakan into another raging fit? He was mad. Leaving the village was Maya’s life truth and that truth gave her incredible men to help her survive. Lakan had had no help. He shifted and that helped him to get food without being detected but he understood no one. He could speak to no one and he did not understand where he was or what this place was about. It had driven him mad.
After Maya waited and let Lakan in, he had tied her hands before he threw her out of the open window of the townhouse. Her courage immediately deserted her. She’d screamed before he had her completely out. Then again before he shoved a cloth of some kind into her mouth to gag her. He then put her tied arms around his neck and shifted into a huge bear.
She was trying to connect with Sterling as Lakan went farther and farther from the house, but she couldn’t. She was too afraid. Her mind wouldn’t focus on anything but what Lakan was doing. He was running. Fast. He’d thought of everything except how to get where he was going. He was lost.
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