“Because they´re bloody good soldiers, the best, they´re the strongest shifters too. Plus, it does help that Remy´s in engineering! That was his Seal core skill, so I think they can sabotage two poxy generators, don´t you? Hmm?” he asked her.
“Yeah, it sounds like it! Good, I care for you all, you know?” She ducked her head as she said it, but she knew that he understood the real meaning behind her words.
He didn´t stiffen up or jerk in shock, his body remained relaxed and his hands continued to rub her neck. She felt the press of his lips against her shoulder, then he pulled the T-shirt over her head and bared her back to his view. He kissed his way down her spine, pressing his lips against each vertebra. She shuddered when he ran his tongue between each notch on her back.
Delightful goosebumps traveled her sensitive skin, making her shiver with pleasure.
She spun around and sat on his lap, pushing herself against his chest.
“Your hair is so gorgeous and curly,” he said, grabbing a handful and giving it a tug. “And your skin, like the best god-damned, richest caramel in the world. Are you Spanish, cara?”
“I don´t know, I could be? One of my parents was black and that’s all I was told. I always wondered if that’s why I was given up, but I’ll never know for sure. The other, I don’t know. I could be,” she echoed again and shrugged.
Not knowing her roots had bothered her when she was younger, but she’d learned to enjoy her mixed heritage and embrace her identity as the years had gone by. It’d taken a long time to build her self-confidence up to a suitable level, but it’d been worth it. She’d always been told she had an exotic look about her, and indeed, men had found her looks irresistible.
He reached for her breasts, weighed them in his hands and then leaned over to kiss the dark nipples. “And these, delicious.”
He suckled them slightly, then nibbled and bit them, making her tingle in low places. His hand crept down between her thighs, and he played down there for a while, never touching her too intently to orgasm, rubbing here and there, making her sit up and shudder at times, then slide against him in lethargy with another movement. When he finally fitted himself to her, she slid down his cock with a groan.
He clutched her back to him, then lay down and rolled over so that he was on top, dominating her.
She’d never enjoyed being submissive, but found she enjoyed the way he commanded her to his powerful body. It was impossible not to enjoy him and the slide of his massive cock in and out of her body.
He thrust slowly, not to tease, but so that she would feel every single nerve burst and sizzle from his touch.
He held her, pushing her to the limit of pleasure and pain, using his body to drive her wild. Watching his arms and legs flex, the way his ragged breathing made his chest and belly ripple, turned her on, increasing the moisture flooding her sex and easing his powerful thrusts.
Yvonne moaned, wanting him to fuck her like an animal. She clung to his arms, digging her nails into his forearms, urging him to give her more without saying a word.
Her response spurred him to action, as if he’d been trying to resist taking her so hard. But she liked it rough, liked feeling him unable to control himself. That wild, savageness turned her on more than anything else.
Groaning, he pushed deep, bumping her cervix, making her ache and tremble. Her cunt clutched his cock, unwilling to let him go. She cried when he withdrew, then moaned when he came back into her fold.
“Hurt me,” she said with a whimper, biting her full bottom lip. “I want you to hurt me, please.”
“Don’t say such things to me,” he said, his voice rough, hoarse and deep.
His dark eyes looked as hungry as she felt. His black hair hung over his face, damp with sweat, clinging to his forehead and making him look so sexy, she could happily die beneath him.
He did as she asked, driving into her. Hard. Powerful.
The mushroomed head of his cock hurt, stretched her with piston-like movements. Trembles overtook her tight, strained muscles, quivering through every nerve-ending as he worked to please her.
“Yes,” she cried, rising to meet him, taking him harder, deeper. She couldn’t get enough. She could never have enough of him.
He arched his head back, his chest beaded with sweat from his exertion. She wouldn’t let him escape. She wrapped her legs around him, holding him close and tight until she burst inside with a white-hot heat that enveloped every nerve ending in a rapturous hold. The climax took over, melting her mind. She screamed in ecstasy, feeling his come wash inside her as his cock couldn’t resist the desperate clutching of her pussy wringing every drop of cum in his body.
He’d taken her to the edge and pushed them both off.
His arms shook and he collapsed on top of her, his breath heaving, his heart beating as rapidly as hers. She felt the powerful organ through to her own chest.
She wrapped her arms around him, holding him tight, kissing his face, soothing his back with concentric circles until he rolled off her and they both drifted into sleep.
When the men returned later on that day, Yvonne was bathing in the pool again. She knew that this mini-adventure would be over soon, never again would she swim or bathe in a jungle pool, and although the thought didn´t sadden her too much, she knew that it was an experience, and every experience, be it good or bad, was a memory. She was wearing her T-shirt in the pool, as she and Rafe had been joined by the two lion shifters a couple of hours ago. She watched their return from a great angle.
She saw Armando and Remy´s faces, knew that everything had gone down as expected. The generators were down. They had an opening to escape.
“We did it!” Armando yelled. “Well, Remy did it!” He clapped him on the back and gave him a one-armed hug. “Couldn´t have done it without you, tio!” They grinned at each other, and did a happy dance.
“The fuckers are down!” Remy laughed heartily, from the belly up. “The bastards are holed up in the main building of the compound, scared shitless that we´re after them--we stole a radio from one of the guards. They´re telling everyone to get down to the compound to protect and pack the evidence ready for sailing tomorrow!”
“We need to wait until twilight, then we can get the fuck out of here!” Daniel shrieked, they were all so excited, so much like little boys that she couldn´t help laughing. Spinning around to look at her, Remy and Armando narrowed their eyes at her, then dived into the pool. She yelped when they tried to pull her under, then squealed when she was promptly felt up.
“Let go!” She laughed out loud, happy that they were happy, relieved that they were safe and back with her.
Armando whispered quietly into her ear, “Never.” It was a promise, she trembled slightly.
The waiting seemed endless and short at the same time, by the time twilight was there, they were all so hyped up that they were ready for anything. They ran to the port, then gradually worked their way closer at a slower pace. They downed each guard they came across, taking them all out with a couple of punches. It didn´t take long to down them all, as they worked at a steady pace, and for every one of them there was only two guards, so there were only eighteen to nineteen.
Not too many, and they were quickly able to work on sabotaging the other boats so they wouldn’t be followed. This took longer since Remy had to deal with each one. Armando wanted to be sure that each ship was out of service, and only Remy could ensure that definitely. They saved one ship for their return to the mainland, and it didn´t take long for them to board the Schiff they´d kept working.
There was a loud sigh of relief when everyone was on board the ship. It had been unbelievably easy to escape, because of the scientist´s paranoia over their ´babies´. They knew what the shifters were capable of, knew that when they´d helped create them, they´d made an enemy each time, that was why they´d protected themselves so fiercely. Well, now, on the ship, and sailing back to mainland South America, they were free.
They´d set course to Peru, a
nd through Peru some of the men wanted to cross the border to Brazil.
Armando and Rafael wanted to travel there since they had some relatives in Brazil.
She wasn´t sure what she was going to do when they docked. She had no clue. She wasn´t looking forward to stepping foot on American soil and being welcomed by the IRS and a jail cell.
No, that wasn´t her idea of fun at all. She dreaded docking with an overwhelming fear. Every hour that passed was an hour nearer to being parted from Remy, Armando and Rafe. She couldn´t bear the thought of never seeing them again. It killed something inside her, but no declarations had been made, even she, who loved them, hadn´t said anything to the men themselves. She´d implied as much to Rafe, but in all the excitement, he´d probably forgotten and hadn´t told the other two.
She moped despondently around the boat, not knowing what to do or say to tell the men how she felt. It should have been so easy, but those three little words stuck in her throat every time. She just couldn´t say a word, she would try, but they just wouldn´t come out. She feared their reaction and a rebuff.
Yvonne wanted to tell them she’d lost her heart to them, but that didn´t mean it had been reciprocated. She knew that they liked her, and had grown protective of her, but in the long run, that meant jack shit. She wanted their love, and feared learning the truth. If, when they docked, she had to leave them, she could leave with the illusion that they´d loved her. If she asked, then she would know, and forever be heartbroken. A woman can survive heart-break, but by three different men and at the same time? No way!
She didn´t know what time it was when they docked, but it was busy whatever it was. People were bustling here and there, knocking people over in their haste. The noise was terrifying, a true cacophony of sound that made the jungle seem as quiet as a library.
They docked. The time had come. They all disembarked, the lion shifters and Nik waving goodbye and going on their own merry way. She looked at her three, felt herself tear up, but forced them back, she refused to cry.
“Have you decided yet?” Armando asked impatiently.
“Have I decided what yet?” she croaked, the tears she was hiding, stuck in her throat.
“Are you coming with us?”
The crowd continued moving around her, but she felt a sudden stillness. The hope she felt shone through her eyes, but she tampered it down and joked, “Well, if I consider my options, I can return to the States, and look forward to a welcome committee from the IRS and a free bed for the night in jail, or I can wait for the project to search for me and kill me. I think my best bet is to stick with you guys,” she finished cheekily, and winked at Remy, who laughed and shook his head.
Rafe pulled her into his arms, gave her kiss, and she whispered against his mouth, “I love you.”
“Te quiero, cariña.”
She jumped out of his arms, and ran happily into Remy´s, she hugged him tightly and whispered, “Je suis la tienne, je t´aime.”
He grinned at her, and whispered back, “I´m yours too, sugar, I love you. Hey, I didn´t know you spoke French!”
“There’s a lot you don’t know about me.” She winked at him, paused for a second, then looked at Armando and smiled weepily. “I love you, Armando.” She walked into his arms, felt him kiss the top of her head, and mutter the words under his breath, the words that she´d subconsciously longed to hear for a long time. “I love you.”
With a sigh, Armando tucked her into his side, Remy leaned in close to her other side, and Rafe led the way, holding his arm back to hold her hand. As the crowd swayed and jostled, three men and one woman became four, and they disappeared into the bustling crowd never to be separated again.
The End
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