Her legs burned with the strain of going too much for too long.. She´d done some things today that she´d never ever done before--things like having sex in a cave and riding a cougar. She thought her legs deserved to be rested after all the action they´d seen.
The closer she came to the cave, the more she stopped worrying about Armando´s reaction and concentrated on actually getting there and resting as soon as she could. She needed to sleep and to eat. There was no way in hell that she was going to eat that pig though, she´d rather starve!
They walked into the cave to find Armando standing, but holding his head. Dried blood on his face made her immediately feel contrite. If she wasn’t so proud and unsure of his reaction, she’d have gone to him and checked the wound she’d inflicted upon him. The wound had obviously stopped bleeding and was practically healed. She supposed that being part cat did something to their bodies that made them heal fast.
Backlit by the fire, he crossed his arms over his chest and glared at her as she walked in and collapsed on the ground with her back to the cave wall. He stalked over to her, and hissed, “Don´t ever try anything like that again! You could have left this cave and ran off, only for another fucking bunch of cats to come after you. I gave you a choice about fucking me, you might not be so lucky with another pack.”
He was right. She hated to admit it, but at the time, she hadn’t thought about any consequences. Actually, at the time, she’d had a hard time thinking at all. Escaping had become almost lost on her once he’d had a hold of her body.
“I get it, okay? Don´t try any funny business. I´ve already had this frigging lecture, three times now. I´m your prisoner, I´m supposed to try and escape you,” she said sarcastically. “Keeps you on your toes.”
“What it does, is tells us that we can´t fucking trust you. Well that´s not a problem, I didn´t trust you much anyway, now I don´t at all.”
The cave was silent for a moment while Yvonne digested his words. She tried not to feel hurt that he didn´t trust her, which was a fucking stupid thing to feel--obviously they didn´t trust her. She didn´t blame them, but that stupid part of her that enjoyed being protected by them, that felt possessive about them, was outraged that they didn´t trust her in turn, and angry that she´d tried to escape from them at all.
“If it makes any difference, I was sorry the moment I’d done it,” she said.
She realized she was an idiot and couldn’t have it both ways. That didn’t stop her wayward thoughts, however.
It was as though her mind had split in two, one part of her knew that she had to get away, the other part wanted to cling to them. At this moment in time, she couldn´t do either. She couldn´t escape because her body was too tired, and she couldn´t cling, because she´d just tried to run away from them. Talk about sending mixed messages! God, whenever she´d listened to guys complaining about women that sent mixed signals, she´d never understood it. She herself, had always been very black and white. There was no gray in between, she´d said what she felt and that was that. Here in this jungle with these three, her mind wasn´t working normally. She didn´t understand it, and could only think that it was the pheromone that was fucking with her somehow.
She´d thought it impossible at first, since she was human and not cat, but now as she felt her mind grow more and more confused and befuddled, she thought it a distinct possibility. It could have been that she was reacting to pheromones that the three men released, maybe because they were cats as well as men, they had a stronger effect on her. Especially since any pheromones released would be tripled. She knew that scientists had proven that women reacted to a man´s smell, that a major part of attraction started in the olfactory glands. Maybe that was what was happening here.
Now, that she had worked out some sort of basic explanation for her idiotic and wild behavior, Yvonne felt better. It would explain a lot, and she was relieved that it could be something so simple that was affecting her. Which meant when she did manage to get away, she’d return to normal.
Hopefully.
“I´m going to go clean the boar, I´ll be back in a while,” Rafael said to the other three in the cave. Remy nodded at him, and Armando answered, “Thanks, Rafe.”
Yvonne watched in astonishment as all three of them left the cave. Armando wasn´t leaving anyone to watch her? She frowned then stood up with a groan and walked to the cave´s entrance.
Peering around the thick wall, she looked into the darkness. She couldn´t see much, but the moon shone slightly and she could see that all three men stood near the cave´s entrance, too near for her to think about running, even had she been capable of running! She listened carefully to their conversation, maybe she would find out why they needed her.
“I can´t believe you let Yvonne whack you on the head, ami, what the fuck were you thinking?” Remy chuckled. Even in the dim light, she could see the glare that Armando shot at him.
“Me neither,” he growled, “I could scent you all over her though. You´re lucky she didn´t hit you on the frigging head. She might have knocked some fucking sense into you.”
“Fuck you!” Remy teased.
“You should both be thankful you got some pussy, jerk-offs. Her scent is fucking strong, I wish I´d been the one protecting the perimeter, I´d have got in her pants first. Fucking lucky bastard,” Rafael shot at Remy, who just laughed.
“You want your frigging head bashed in? You go for it, mec!” Remy joked, “She´s more cat than any of us. She´d probably be a fucking lioness, ready to claw you out as soon as look at you!” He smacked his lips. “Her pussy, wow, so tight, yeah, Rafe, you are missing out. It´s worth having your head caved in just for a go, she´s so hot, she burns!”
Yvonne glared at them from the cave. Bastards.
She limped back into the cave. Her desire to escape them was compounded by their discussion of gory details. How dare they kiss and tell? The shit heads! That was so typical of men. She should have known better than to listen in on them. She supposed she’d gotten what she deserved by getting an earful of their conversation.
She headed a little further into the cave, looked around, but she couldn´t see much beyond the light of the fire. The walls oozed with moisture, making the inside seem cooler than it should have been.
She´d thought that there was a possibility of another exit out. The way the cave was formed suggested that there may have been an alternative entrance, so she stumbled around. The fire blinded her to the darkness further into the cave, making it too dangerous to go further without portable light. She wasn’t stupid enough to risk her life by delving deeper into an unfamiliar cave. Plenty of people died that way and she didn’t want to be among that number.
Plus, she couldn´t go too far in case they came back suddenly. From what little she could see, it didn’t appear that the cave was any more complex than it appeared to be on first inspection.
Swearing at her rotten luck, she moved back to the fire and her steaming boots drying in its warmth. She startled when she saw Rafael standing in the entrance of the cave. Looking out into the night, it was impossible to tell what he was thinking by looking only at his back, but he seemed tense. She wondered if he’d seen her snooping around. She hoped he hadn´t because she didn’t relish having another argument with them—she just wanted to get back to her normal life. That wasn´t too much to ask for, was it?
Mortification made her face feel hot. She couldn´t believe that Remy had talked about her to the other two, but she supposed that’s all she was to them, an easy fuck. Isn’t that what men did when they were alone with one another? Make comparisons and bullshit around? If a part of her hadn´t wanted to escape earlier, the shame of her wantonness did now.
Rafe spun around as though he´d overheard her thoughts. She gave him a glare that said ‘leave me alone.’ He ignored the look and settled down near the fire beside her. He held his hands over it as though to warm them, and then asked without looking at her, “Why are you really here, muñeca?”
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My name is Yvonne, I´m surprised Remy didn´t tell you that as well as how tight my pussy is,” she spat at him, crossing her arms over her chest.
“I´m sorry you heard that, but then they do say that eavesdroppers never hear any good of themselves, don´t they Yvonne?” he answered her calmly.
She sniffed at him, but answered his first question, “I´m here because my bastard ex-husband couldn´t keep his dick in his pants, that´s why. I´m here because the fucking moron judge ruled in his favor at the divorce courts, and they fucking near wiped me out. I´m here, because I can´t afford a $300,000 bill that my ex ran up with the IRS. That´s why I´m here, because if I don´t pay then I go to jail. It’s more than I could ever make on my own in a lifetime. Desperate times call for desperate measures. I’m guilty.”
She scowled at him, but told him honestly, “I´ve absolutely no knowledge of the project, I only took the damned job because the salary was more than I can make in ten projects combined, and it would completely clear the debt. I know nothing about the inner workings of the experiments, I only know that my mission was to track a pack of cats that had been released from the facility on the island by a bunch of internal saboteurs, and that I had to get them back there, alive. They gave me this special pheromone they´ve developed. That´s what made all the cats congregate around our camp--the pheromone. A damned cat dragged me away from the group, and fought with me over the vial that contained the chemical, it burst the vial with its teeth and doused me in the stuff. That´s probably why you all want to fuck me. The chemical.”
He was quiet a long moment. Finally, he looked at her, studying her face in the flickering light. “Yvonne, you´re telling the truth, aren´t you? I need to know, it´s important that you tell me the truth--this pheromone is real?” he asked worriedly, obviously disturbed at the information she´d just imparted. “If it´s true, then we´re in the shit, that´s a massive weapon they have against us. Fuck!” he slammed his hand down on the cave floor. The fire spit and sizzled as a few pieces of wood fell loose.
She hadn’t expected that reaction from him. She shivered, wondering about all the others held captive on the island. How many were there, really. She’d been told eighteen had been released, but that told her nothing of what they still had in their coffers.
“I´m not lying to you, I have absolutely no desire to protect those bastards. I told you the truth earlier when I said that I would never knowingly hurt any animals. It´s sick what they´re doing, they´re not just hurting animals, but humans too!” she told him earnestly.
“Thank you for telling me, Yvonne.” He hesitated a second, then looked at her almost hesitantly. “I wouldn´t think that it was just the pheromone that attracts us to you. You´ve sweated and bathed, and yeah the scent is there, but it shouldn´t still affect us as much as it does. Armando never loses control. It´s highly unlikely that Remy and I would either. We´re strong, a lot of the weaker and younger cats wouldn´t be able to resist the scent, they´d have raped you. I know for a fact that you enjoyed Remy´s ministrations, I heard them, and Armando would never rape any woman, not after what happened in his past. It´s not just the scent that´s riding us hard, it´s you. The fact that we can control ourselves around you, should tell you that we aren´t reacting blindly to the pheromone. I´ll admit I´m drawn to you, your scent pulls me like a magnet, but it´s not mindless. If it was, I´d be on you quicker than hell. Now you know that--why did you fuck Armando and Remy?”
Yvonne swallowed, hard. She couldn´t help but be pleased at his words, it soothed her feminine outrage at being discussed and being fucked for something that she had no control over. He may have been spinning her a line and talking bullshit, but she didn´t think he was. There was no teasing or angry tone in his voice, he was being earnest, his whole body language shouted out that he had nothing to hide, and she thought that she could believe him.
That still didn´t stop her from heating at his question though. She shrugged uncomfortably, and answered as honestly as she could, “I don´t really know why. At first I thought I could just seduce Armando to escape, but as soon as he touched me,” she hesitated, wondering if she should share so much with him, “I-I lost it. The same with Remy. I don´t really know why.”
She stiffened as she felt him turn towards her, he pressed into her side, his words from earlier wouldn´t stop reverberating inside her head, ´You should both be thankful you got some pussy, jerk-offs.... I´d have got in her pants first.´ It didn´t exactly endear him towards her.
When he leaned into her and tried to kiss her, she pulled away from him, “No, Rafe, don´t! I don´t want to get involved with you three anymore, I shouldn´t have slept with Armando or Remy, it was a stupid thing to do. But it was out of my control, I couldn´t help it. It´s nothing personal, but I know I´m digging a hole for myself here, and if I sleep with you too, it´s just going to get deeper. Sorry.”
He shrugged, but she could see that she´d hurt him, which she hadn´t really wanted to do, but his earlier words had upset her. She didn´t deserve to be spoken about like some cheap slut, it wasn´t fair. They were all in a weird situation and for him to talk about her as though she were just some piece of ass, offended and hurt her.
“It´s okay, muñeca, but as time passes, my feelings for you are just going to increase, what I feel for you now is pretty intense, if we don´t take care of it now, I don´t know how bad it´s going to get. I don´t want to force you into something that will make you hate me, but if my cat can´t fight the lust, then there´s nothing I can do.”
Chapter Six
Yvonne hesitated, she couldn´t deny that she wanted him. Hell, she desired all three of them! She understood what he was saying to her, and could appreciate that if the cat was in control then he wouldn´t be able to stop. She also recognized that if it had been Rafael instead of Armando or Remy, she would still have slept with them. It had been sheer misfortune on his part that she hadn´t fucked him, but that didn´t make his comments any less hurtful or out-of-order, but she could understand his need.
Having made her decision, she leaned into him and pressed her lips to his. She lathed his bottom lip with her own, then nipped at it when his mouth didn´t part. Pressing her tongue into his mouth, she grabbed a handful of his silky shoulder-length black hair. She clutched it and played with it between her fingers, then brought her hand around to cup his cheek. He started to respond to her mouth, but he wasn´t as dominant as Armando nor as teasing as Remy. He let her play with his tongue, but would duel with her every now and then. She started to pant against his mouth, feeling excitement rise within her.
“Touch me, Rafe,” she murmured. She wanted him to brand her with his touch.
Yvonne lifted her T-shirt and grabbed his hand, then pressed it to her flesh. She shivered at the feel of his callused fingers on her soft skin. Moving closer, she shifted herself so that she was kneeling and leaning over him. He reached up and cupped her breast. Her nipple pebbled beneath his finger.
Scorching tingles of delight prickled across her skin where he touched. She moaned against his mouth. For a second, their tongues fought, warring as they tasted each other and heightened their excitement. She could feel all the fatigue she´d felt earlier disappear as arousal started to thrum through her veins.
Yvonne put a hand on his waist, gently caressed his hard, flat stomach, and smiled at his hiss of pleasure. Her hand slipped further down to grasp for his cock. His length was hard and she could feel a few drops of pre-cum leaking from the tip of his glans.
His level of control shocked her. Whenever Tyrell had reached the stage where he was dripping pre-cum, he´d already been inside her and nearing orgasm. Rafe wasn´t even pushing her over to thrust himself inside her.
She disentangled her tongue from his and pressed a kiss to his stubbly jawline. The abrasiveness of his skin tickled her lips. She pressed another on his neck and moved down, following his quickening pulse down over his collar bone to his chest.
Flicking a nipple with her tongue,
he tasted slightly salty, but good. She ran her tongue between his abs, and finally pressed a kiss to the tip of his cock. The muscles of his legs flexed and strained with his resistance. She smiled to herself, then opened her mouth to suck the glans of his cock deep into her mouth.
The moment she took him all in, he groaned, cupping the back of her head as she suckled him. Satisfaction unlike any she’d ever known assailed her at his response. Her power over him, his trust that she would do him no wrong made her feel incredibly aroused.
She felt no pressure from him though, he wasn´t pushing her head down onto him, trying to gag her and fuck her face. He allowed her to make her own movements, of her own free will. He just tangled his fingers in her curly hair.
Lathing the sensitive flesh under the head of his dick, she began to hum slightly as she sucked, and then flickered little licks over and around his cock. Digging her tongue into the hole that leaked pre-cum, she grabbed his balls, massaged them gently, then alternately rubbed them together and twisted them. She could feel the second when his control started to break. She found herself excited at the prospect, but he didn´t react how she thought he would, instead of pressing her mouth further down onto his cock, he pulled her away with a pant.
“No! I´m sorry Yvonne, I should never have let it get that far. I pressured you into that. I´m sorry,” he said on a groan, breathing heavily.
She looked at him in shock and felt her mouth gape wide open as he rushed out of the cave.
What the hell had just happened here? She knew that he´d been near to coming--why hadn´t he let her suck him off? She was both shocked and surprised. She knew of no man who would have pulled her away from sucking his dick, just because he felt guilty for pressuring her into doing it! Hell, that was how most girls lost their virginity, from being pressured into it by a randy boyfriend. She was impressed at his control and astonished that he had been able to stop the cat from taking over. She’d stopped thinking of the men as beasts and monsters a few hours ago.
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