“Where are we going?” she asked Lucas, clinging to his neck and enjoying the feel of his strong muscles supporting her. She felt safe with them. Safer than she had in such a long time.
She hadn’t realized how much loneliness had affected her life and changed her as a person. Being alone in the world was tough. Having someone to care for and care about her made her feel whole again when she never thought that would happen.
“We’re heading home,” he said, breathing hard.
“You should put me down. I’m no featherweight. I don’t think I’ve had a man pick me up since I was a kid.”
Lucas chuckled. “It’s fine. It’s just this uneven ground that gives me problems. Besides, I don’t want you being too tired. You need your rest after everything we’ve put you through. You wouldn’t be in this predicament if not for us landing on your boat.”
She sighed, hating weighing him down. “I guess so.”
Near sunset, they stopped for a brief respite to eat and attend to personal needs. Taking the break only increased Jasmine’s anxiety, however. If she had to, she’d run through the whole damn jungle to make sure they were safe.
They began traveling again, but as dusk settled and darkness closed over the jungle, Jasmine could no longer see to walk without stumbling and trying to hurt herself.
Lucas lifted her onto his back again and hefted her through the jungle.
As much as she hated being a burden, she knew they had to keep moving. She was incapable of traveling safely when she could no longer see. She wished she’d had the ability to see in the dark as they did.
They traveled long into the night, taking only short breaks to sleep fitfully. At least, she did. When they woke her before light to begin again, her limbs were so sore from the rough terrain that she thought for a minute she might burst into tears. She wasn’t one to get weepy at a little physical exertion normally, but that combined with the growing unease that they could be followed was enough to tear down her normal reservations.
Jasmine had no idea how they knew where to go or how they kept their bearings. Every direction looked the same. Had she been on her own, she probably would have spent weeks walking around in circles, following her own tracks. For that matter, they could have been doing something similar to frustrate anyone following them.
She didn’t know and she didn’t care. All she knew was that she’d have enough of staring at mile after mile of dense, green jungle.
They ran out of all the meat they’d managed to gather, as well as the found treasures from the garden that first day. They’d managed to scavenge Chonta Pambil nuts that had fallen from the trees and scattered over the ground. The find was a treat, giving them much needed fat and calories to keep them sustained.
Jasmine loved munching on nuts, and the treat invigorated her enough that she could walk much of the day on her own. She thought perhaps her endurance had been built up since coming here, even though she was completely worn out at night time.
Heat and humidity had a way of doing that to a person.
At the end of another day, Zach finally decided they’d been going long and hard enough that they could risk making actual camp. They’d happened upon a stream for the first time in days, and they were all looking forward to eating something more substantial and getting much needed rest, as well as a bath.
Dante went off into the woods to look for something to kill and bring back.
Jasmine went with Zach to the stream to clean up, but as much as she wanted to experience his loving and feeling secure in his arms, they were both too tired to do anything more than wash the sweat off their bodies and bring back water to boil to refill their bottles and hydrate.
When they returned, Lucas had built a small fire, and he’d cleared an area for their bedding for the night. She would have liked to sleep off the ground, since it only seemed to seep cold into her bones when she lay directly upon it, but beggars couldn’t be choosers.
The very fact that they’d have something fresh to eat and a warm fire to sit by was enough to make her happy.
Feeling this was the best time to gather information, Jasmine spoke up. “So what exactly happened to put us on the run like this? I’ve been waiting for you to tell me the truth, but I didn’t figure it was going to happen unless I asked you point blank.”
Zach sighed, poking the fire with a stick. “Riker is leading a pack along the coast. They’ve discovered, much the same as us, that they can control the change. They’ve been killing livestock and terrorizing the locals. When me and Lucas reached the village, the people there were so frightened that our presence would mean chupacabra would come for them.”
“We think their pack has been looking to mate like we have and that’s why they’re so out of control. They’re angry. Resentful. It isn’t hard when you’re like this. If it wasn’t for you, we might be in the same boat,” Lucas said, trailing off and watching her.
Jasmine shook her head. “Y’all aren’t like that. I can’t believe you would hurt any innocent people like that. So that’s why we’re running so hard? You think they might want me?”
“Maybe. They’ve been killing anyone who puts up a fight or stands in their way. We can’t take that chance. They might want the chance to breed with you. Hell, anyone would,” Zach said, his face guarded and grim. “We won’t let anyone hurt our pups.”
Jasmine felt a surge of warmth at his determined face and their protectiveness. They obviously cared for her. It couldn’t just be about the sex or they would have abandoned her somewhere by now. They were doing this for her. “Pups?”
“Babies. Pups. I know we’ve all come in you enough to make something happen. You’ve had some kind of reaction to us and the virus. You might not be infected, but it has definitely affected you on a cellular level.”
Instead of feeling horrified at the thought of being pregnant, it filled her with a surge of happiness. She touched her stomach, wondering if life grew there.
Dante returned with a small, cleaned pig and spitted chunks of it over the fire. Fat dripped into the flame, sputtering and smoking and making her stomach growl with the delicious smell of cooking pork.
“We’re going to have to find a doctor. Jasmine will need one. She could be pregnant with one or two babies and we can’t have her staying in the jungle until she has them. They seemed to be heading south, where we’d been dropped off, so hopefully they won’t know we changed direction and are out-flanking them,” Zach said, eating some of the cooked pork and passing some to Jasmine.
She took it gratefully, listening to the men talk.
“Where are we going to go? Brazil? It’s too far. The jungle’s too thick. Jasmine will never make it, especially if she’s pregnant,” Lucas said, looking at her worriedly.
“I’m stronger than you think, guys,” she said.
They chuckled at that. “I know you are, baby. You’ve proved it time and again and that’s why you’re so perfect for us. But we can’t help but worry about you though,” Dante said, wrapping an arm around her comfortably.
“So we make for the border and try to go into Brazil? Plenty of doctors there,” Lucas said.
“We don’t have papers though. That might be a problem. I’m sure we can slip in under the radar if we stick to the jungle. We’ve been in it long enough I know we won’t run into too many people there who’d question us.”
“I’m pretty sure if the other packs continue to head south the project is going to pick them up. We left a pretty big calling card down there. They’re big, mean, and just stupid enough to think we’ve gone back that way,” Zach said.
“All right then. It’s settled. We’re headed to Brazil, baby. Hope you still got that bikini,” Lucas said with a wink.
Chapter Twelve
When they passed by towns, one of the men would sneak inside and steal clothes for them to change into when they finally reached Brazil. The moment Jasmine saw the dress they’d managed to get for her, she’d wanted to put it on, but good sense to
ld her it would be nothing but rags by the time they finished going through the jungle.
The men had found changes of clothing for them too, since fatigues were a dead giveaway that they weren’t regular citizens and they needed to blend in as much as possible.
It would just be asking for trouble they didn’t want or need.
More so than that, they hadn’t taken the time to initiate sex with her. She didn’t know if it was because they’d decided she’d been “bred” enough, or if she smelled, or they were just too exhausted to want to take the time.
It hurt her pride a little, because even tired, she still wanted to be close to them. Her emotions felt like they were on a rollercoaster, but she attributed a lot of that to the stress of traveling with so little down-time.
They carried on over her like mother hens, making sure she was as comfortable as she could be, given the situation. When they found little comforts like toilet paper or soap and gifted it to her, she felt like she’d been given the finest jewelry. She’d kissed them with gratitude and gotten a rise out of them, but nothing more.
Maybe they thought she was a delicate little flower that needed protecting, but in her mind, she just needed their love.
The next chance they got with access to fresh running water, she cleaned herself up with the soap, thinking about the kinky mess of her hair. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d gone without some kind of cream to put in it, or at least a brush. The cute, spiky locks she’d had it styled in were a mess, turning to tight curls with all the humidity and lack of training.
It worried her and her attractiveness to them. What she wouldn’t give to have access to an iron!
“It’s my hair, isn’t it? Or these clothes?” she finally said when they’d stopped for the night.
The men just gave her a blank stare. “Huh?” Zach finally said.
“You don’t want to touch me because of my hair. Just tell me the truth and I’ll try not to cry.”
“God, baby. How could you think something like that?” Dante said. “You’re beautiful just like you are.”
“Well then why won’t any of you touch me?”
“It’s just…I think I can speak for the others when I say we’re just nervous now. About hurting you,” Lucas said, going to her for a hug.
“I’m not going to break. I need you. I want you. All of you. It breaks my heart to feel this inside and not have it reciprocated.”
“Damn, girl. You know how to make a guy feel bad,” Lucas said, looking down at her.
She raised her face to kiss him, feeling more confident now that she was clean. She was ready to have her fill of men, to feel them wrapped around her, touching her, loving her. Maybe her self-esteem needed a confidence boost. Maybe she was just horny. She didn’t care. She wanted all three of them and she was tired of waiting.
Lucas gave in without much fight, kissing her, his lips hungry and insistent. The stroke of his tongue had her gasping for breath. Heat spiraled between them as he stroked a hand down her back and cupped her buttocks, dragging her against his erection.
She was as intoxicated with him as she had been the first time he’d kissed her. She gripped his shoulders frantically, surging against him to bring them closer. Her sex wept with desire, readying for him with urgent need.
Dante sighed huskily and slid up behind her, slipping his hands around to cup and tease her breasts. He kissed the nape of her neck, breathing her scent deep into his nostrils and laying kisses there like small, licking flames.
Desire unfurled, shimmering heat coursing over her skin and making her melt.
She enjoyed their touch, the melding of their bodies trapping her between them, the contrast of their skin, rough and tan, dark and soft.
Dante’s cock dug into her backside, making her feel weak. The time they’d spent out of each other’s arms lent franticness to their touch, as if they couldn’t wait to be inside her.
Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Zach stroking himself, watching them with each other. It only served to make her desire that much greater. She wished she could pleasure them all at once, and it made her ache inside that she couldn’t.
Dante plucked her nipples and grazed her neck with his teeth. Her womb contracted in response, heated blood flooding her sex.
They waltzed awkwardly back, going down to the ground, Lucas on bottom and trapped. Dante pulled back enough to allow them all to relieve themselves of their clothes, and then she was sandwiched again, straddling Lucas’ hips and grinding her cunt against him while Dante knelt behind her and rubbed his cock in the cleft of her ass.
Lucas watched her with smoky eyes, his gaze heated and slumberous watching her above him.
Just meeting his gaze had fire licking her veins. She arched back into Dante, enjoying him play with her tits as Lucas lazily fingered her pussy and clit. She bit her lip, needing more, and moved until the head of Lucas’ cock nudged her opening.
She broke free of Dante until she could take Lucas inside her pussy. The moment that thickness stretched her tight hole, she wanted to cry out. She resisted, moaning instead to feel her channel stretched and full.
Collapsing on his chest, crushing her breasts against him, Lucas gripped her ass, spreading it wide for Dante.
Dante groaned and lubed her anal hole with his spit and thumb, tickling and teasing her until she relaxed enough for him to wedge the head of his dick inside her tightness. The moment she felt both of them enter her body, she thought she would explode.
Slowly, carefully, they set a rhythm that made her nerves claw to screaming life.
“Oh god. It’s better than I remember, baby,” Dante growled heatedly into her ear, sending shivers down her neck and spine.
“You’re so tight,” Lucas muttered, his fingers tightening on her spread ass.
Jasmine moaned, allowing them to dominate her as they willed, to do with her as they wanted. She just wanted to enjoy the ride, and they didn’t disappoint.
Their stroking and pulling sent hard spasms rippling through her insides.
The world seemed to spin. She felt dizzy with desire, her heart beating so fast she was wildly disoriented and breathless.
Her sex clenched around Lucas, her buttocks flexed to the sound of Dante’s groan, his insistent pressure behind her. She was overwhelmed with sensation, drowning in pleasure. Tension built inside her, reaching a point of no return as their pace increased.
Lucas grit his teeth, groaning and straining as the quaking of her sex began and took them all over the cresting wave of ecstasy. She felt them both come almost at the same time, warming her from the inside out.
She cried out, overcome and quivering with pleasure until she thought they’d wrung every nerve of sensation. And then they were rolling and pulling out of her, and Zach was there, kissing her, holding her as she trembled in his arms.
Dante and Lucas left them alone, allowing her to enjoy Zach all for himself.
She was so weak and drained from the previous bout, she almost denied him, but the moment he kissed her, she felt her desire rekindling. What was it about them that fired her up so much? Drove her to crave them like life itself?
He rolled on top of her in a dominating position. She was already relaxed and ready to accept him, and he pushed easily inside her slick channel.
Zach bent his head, nibbling her jaw and neck, heightening her sensitivity to his touch and scent. She enjoyed breathing the smell of him in, touching his skin and feeling his warmth.
She raked her nails along his back and he gritted his teeth, nipping her in return. She grinned and reciprocated, snatching his black, silky hair in her hand and holding him to her neck until he’d suck a love bite on the column of her throat.
He plunged shallow then deep, moving at a rapid pace that soon had her hips arching upward to meet him. She wrapped one leg around his hips and he grabbed her ass, pulling himself so deep she thought she’d bruise from the pressure of his cock against her cervix.
When s
he cried out, he paused, looking down at her. “Did I hurt you, baby?”
“Only in a good way,” she said breathily, clutching his tense shoulders and arms as he fought to pound her into the ground.
“Fuck,” he ground out when she undulated her belly against him, breaking his tenuous hold on control.
The frantic edge took over and he drove into her hard and long. She cried out with his forceful fucking. He tipped her hips up, grinding into her g-spot until quivers racketed her sex and she began to shake all over.
She lost all awareness of everything as the orgasm rioted through her veins. There was only the thick feel of him moving inside her. And when he’d reached his own pleasure and collapsed on top of her, panting, she thought she could die happy in that spot.
“I love you,” he murmured beneath her ear.
Hearing the words from him set her soul on fire. She hadn’t realized how much she’d longed to hear it from him. From any of them. She’d known they cared for her, but it was different hearing it come out of his mouth. One part of the puzzle was complete.
She cupped his cheek, meeting his eyes. “I love you too,” she breathed, and fell into sleep.
***
They reached the bustling town the next day. There were enough tourists around that when they’d changed into the clothes they’d procured through their trek, they were able to fit in without sticking out like a sore thumb.
Jasmine didn’t realize they’d had her purse with them, stuffed into the bottom of one of their bags and she had the prepaid credit card still inside. It was untraceable and the owner of the small hotel let them get a room and advance cash, so they weren’t strapped to provide for themselves in the small, coastal town.
“My god. Are we really going to have a real room and a real bed?” Jasmine said, looking at the small hotel room as if it was a mirage that would disappear the moment she stepped foot inside.
“Believe it, honey,” Lucas said, going inside and dropping their bags on the floor.
“Where are the others?” she asked, collapsing on the clean blanket and breathing in a sigh of relief.
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