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 wit
h 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.
Shudders rippled through him, as if he matched the intensity she was feeling in his own body.
She sucked in a sharp breath, feeling the painful ache ease off as he drove deeply. Jasmine rose with each grinding thrust, urging him to move faster as she felt rapture teasing her on the edge. She wanted to wait just a little longer, prolong the pleasure for as long as she could, but she could no more resist ecstasy’s lure than he could.
He glided inside her, driving her higher, reaching his own climax and spilling his seed inside her.
Relief flooded her being and a sense of bliss washed over her. Something about his come eased the burning need inside her. It should have disturbed her. Instead, she felt right and whole.
Jasmine sighed, enjoying his warmth and nuzzling face.
She must have dozed off in his arms for a little while, for the fire had burned down to embers and the soup they’d made was low on water.
Low, deep voices caught her attention.
Disorientation confused her for a minute, and then she realized it was Zach and Lucas returning. She lay there, listening to their conversation rather than getting up to greet them. Something about them made her uneasy.
Dante went out to greet them and they continued talking in quiet voices. She could only hear snatches of conversation, but it was enough to set her nerves on edge.
“…not sure if they’ll want to take her or not. They might be following us even now if they caught our scent in the area. I don’t like what they’ve been doing to the locals,” Zach said.
“We were all supposed to keep a low profile,” Dante said, his back to Jasmine and his voice muffled and barely distinguishable.
“I don’t like it. We need to move at first light in case they decide to challenge or track us down. They haven’t handled it as well as us. They haven’t been able to breed,” Lucas returned.
“Agreed,” Zach said. “How’s she holding up?” he asked Dante.
Dante shrugged and glanced back at her. “She’s been in heat, but you knew that, didn’t you. You should’ve told me before y’all left.”
“We might have pups. We need to get her and them out of here before anything can happen to her.”
Jasmine debated on whether to alert them to the fact that she’d heard everything they’d said. She decided to keep the information to herself, and to remain still and feign sleep.
When they finally came to bed down with her, she was half-asleep again already. They enveloped her in their warmth and scent, making her feel comforted and protected. She struggled to make sense of what they’d said. She knew they were wolf now, altered by a virus, but if they’d come inside her and created pups? Did they mean baby or babies? How could they know she was fertile anyway?
The questions only begged for answers she felt they wouldn’t give her. Exhaustion tugged her back into unconsciousness and they slept.
***
The sun hadn’t broken over the horizon when they woke Jasmine up to get moving. She didn’t argue with them, knowing something had happened, but she trusted they would tell her once they got on the move.
They packed up the vegetables they’d scrounged from the wild garden and everything else, then began a trek in the opposite direction from the village they’d found.
After the sun crested, dappling the jungle with light, Jasmine finally ventured to ask what was going on.
Zach glanced over his shoulder at her. “You remember the others on the boat? They’ve all been infected the same as we. We had different drop off points along the coast. Each set has formed their own pack as we have, except they haven’t had the outlet to release their frustrations. They’ve been terrorizing the locals up and down the coast.”
“What? What’s wrong with them?” she asked, nervously looking behind her and hoping they weren’t leaving an obvious trail for these men to follow.
“I don’t know. Maybe it’s hormones out of control or the fact that they’ve had everything take from them. We were all supposed to live off the land, but they’re just taking what they want from villagers. When Lucas went in, the locals were terrified and spoke of chupacabra. It was all we really needed to know that something was up. They’ve killed a lot of livestock. I’m not sure if they’ve actually attacked any people or not.”
“We knew if they were in the area, they might try to track us down. It wasn’t any secret that we had you with us. The
y saw you leave the boat. Hopefully, they won’t catch on to the fact that you’re still with us,” Lucas said, touching her shoulder and moving a vine out of her way so she could duck under it.
“I hope not either,” she said. “I want to stay with you guys. Do you think we’ll be okay?”
“We just have to put as much distance between us and them as we can,” Zach said, grimly looking ahead. “The other packs aren’t the worst of it. There’s been American soldiers seen in the area. Our worst fears are true. The project is still out searching for us. We should have done something with the bodies from that attack.”
“We didn’t have time. It was too close to that village. At least by leaving when we did, we had enough of a chance to put distance between us and them. It’s obvious they don’t want to go into the jungle to look for us. They think we’re sticking close to the villages. It might be a good thing that the other packs are rogue and drawing so much attention to themselves,” Dante said.
“True. Maybe it’ll be a positive spin. We can hope,” Zach said.
After what seemed like hours, when Jasmine finally began to stumble from exhaustion, Lucas passed his bag to Dante and got her to crawl on his back to piggyback her through the jungle. She didn’t want to be a burden, but she knew she’d been slowing them down. Hell, if she wasn’t with them, they probably would have just shifted and run through the jungle like wolves and gotten the miles they needed to distance themselves.
That thought alone sent a shiver through her. There was nothing stopping the other packs from shifting and following them, if they caught their trail.
Fear rode Jasmine hard. She wanted to believe they would be okay, but everything inside her screamed the opposite. Anxiety rolled in her mind, making her weary with fear for their safety.
She was certain if it came down to an attack, Dante, Lucas, and Zach would give their lives to defend her—and the very thought made her sick to her stomach. They shouldn’t have to defend her.
She had a terrible fear that something awful was going to happen to them.
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