Hunted Princess: A Paranormal Dark Romance (Feline Royals Book 3)

by Alexa B. James

  “Would you save your mother?” Lilith asked. “The High Priestess of the world, the woman who is the goddess of life itself? Would you give her back her life and relieve yourself of the burden of her magic at the same time?”

  We’d reached the palace gardens behind the ocelot palace. Bright sunlight blazed down, and I had to shade my eyes so as not to be blinded. My eyes adjusted, and there was my mother, as beautiful as she’d always been, sitting on a stone bench. My father stood over her, looking younger and thinner, the way he had when she lived.

  “How dare you disrespect me like this?” King Ocelot raged, his face red and his eyes blazing gold with his ocelot.

  I startled, glancing sideways at Lilith. The world was no longer frozen. I could hear them speak, could see them move. I stumbled, barely catching my balance. I wanted to pitch forward into her arms.

  “I assure you, I would do no such thing,” my mother said.

  “You’re right,” the king said, seizing her wrist. “You won’t. Never again.”

  “No,” I cried, leaping forward.

  Strong arms gripped my waist, pulling me back. “If you interfere, you’re altering fate,” Jetsun said quietly. “Do you really want to do that?”

  I choked on a sob, turning to bury my face in his chest. His strong arms circled me, cradling me against him until I got myself under control. When I lifted my face, they’d frozen as I last saw them, with my father standing over my mother, holding her wrist as she stared up at him with fear and surprise.

  “Will you stop him?” Lilith asked, turning to me. “Would you bring back your mother?”

  If she’d never died, we could have run away. She could have taken us and run back to Gao Tsewang, my real father. She could have raised us as his children instead of King Ocelot’s.

  “I could have grown up with you,” I said to Jetsun. “We could have found your father.”

  He shook his head. “My father was already dead, Itzel. He died before you were born.”

  “Right,” I said, shaking my head to clear it. Temptation, longing for my mother, had blinded me. There was nothing for us if we left King Ocelot. He would have hunted us down. And my mother had chosen to stay in the spirit world with her True Mate.

  “If this happened because I mated with a snow leopard, because the High Priestess and a god came together, did my mother get this chance?” I asked, my throat aching with the words.

  “Yes,” Lilith said.

  “She chose not to erase King Ocelot from her life,” I whispered. “She could have gone back in time and never married him.”

  “Yes.”

  I nodded, a tear slipping down my cheek. “But she couldn’t,” I managed. “Because it would have undone Camila from existence.”

  Her choice had been even more impossible than mine. Yes, I was sacrificing lives by my choice, but not my own. My mother was stronger than I’d ever be. She’d chosen to give Camila life instead of having a life with her True Mate. She hadn’t known it at the time, but that decision had cost her own life.

  “Should we stop him?” Lilith asked me.

  “No,” I said, another tear sliding down my cheek. “I can’t change the past. What’s done is done. My mother chose what she did because it’s what she wanted. I honor her decision.”

  “Then there’s nothing for us to do but go back,” Lilith said.

  I fought back a sob, clutching Jetsun to stay upright. “Do you want to go back and save your father? Or your mom?”

  He shook his head. “No. Changing fate is too dangerous.”

  “If I choose not to change anything, can I make one other request?” I asked.

  “You have fathomless powers within you,” Lilith said. “The power of life rests in your very being. You can summon life wherever you are. You must learn your magic now, Itzel. Your true powers.”

  “How do I remove the curse?” I asked. “Do I have that power?”

  “A shifter’s powers are at their highest during a heat,” Lilith said. “You know how to increase it.”

  “Then I lift the curse,” I said, feeling a surge of electricity burning in my chest. I lifted my arms, letting it race up my arms. “The curse is gone,” I commanded. “It was laid by the High Priestess, and now it’s removed by the same power. Let it never bind anyone’s mate to a fate separate from hers.”

  A bolt of white light shot from both my hands, exploding into the air like a sonic blast high overhead. I gasped as the magic left me in one pulse, leaving me staggering to keep my feet.

  “So it is,” Lilith said.

  When the surge of power left me, I felt both giddy and exhausted. I was glad to have released anyone else from the fate Sir Kenosi had met, but it didn’t bring him back. He was still gone. My lover, who had given me life, who had made me a shifter. I could never repay him, even now. Jetsun and Lilith took my hands again, and together we walked out of the garden. The next moment, Lilith was gone, and the Ocelot Kingdom was far away. I was bruised and bleeding on the floor, but there was no pain. I wrapped my arms around Jetsun’s strong body, clinging to him as I felt the fullness of my body. I was filled with his seed and finally, finally sated.

  “Did that really happen?” I whispered against his cheek. Sweat dripped from his hair onto my face, running down his skin and onto mine, cleansing my body as his cum poured out of me and down my crevice, pooling on the floor under us with the sweat and blood of our bodies.

  “It has to be a dream,” Jetsun said. “It has to be. We can’t have done what we just did. Because all the magic in the world can’t change the fact that you’re still my little sister.”

  “Then it’s just a dream,” I agreed. So I got up and walked through the wall and lay down on the bed, thinking it was odd that I could do it in this world, too, and that it was kinda pointless for Jetsun to lock me up if I could just walk through walls now. Maybe I really was dreaming. Maybe I’d never left the pallet on the floor at all.

  Thirty-One

  I woke with an unbearable heat pulsing through me. My body ached all over as if I were clutched in the throes of a fever. My skin was slicked with sweat, and the swelling between my thighs craved more. There would never be enough. I needed what had happened with Jetsun to be real, to happen again… Oh, and again and again.

  “Jetsun,” I whispered. “I need you.”

  A shattering crash sounded, and shards of glass rained down around me, peppering my scalding skin.

  “I can’t help myself,” he growled, his voice nearer now.

  “Come.” I opened myself for him, not caring who he was, just knowing that I needed this more than I needed anything. I didn’t care if it was a dream as long as it eased the sickening, drowning heat inside me.

  Jetsun’s hands were rough as he clasped me to him. “I’m sorry,” he whispered miserably, pushing his body between my legs. A shot of overwhelming desire wracked my body, and I spread my legs, wrapping them around his hips.

  “Fuck me,” I breathed, arching up against him. I pushed him back, rolling over on top of him. Grabbing his cock, I positioned it against my slick opening. He groaned as I sank onto him, the relief so great I cried out. I could feel shards of glass piercing into my knees as they braced on the floor, but I relished the pain. I began to move on him, the pressure inside me mounting. I moved faster, but I was too slick, too wet. I needed more friction, more tension.

  I needed him to fuck me like Sir Kenosi, my mate who was gone from this world. I needed him to punish me, to make me beg. I would beg for him.

  Come to me, I prayed silently, deliriously. Come back to me, Sir Kenosi. Please. I need you to fuck me, too.

  Suddenly, Jetsun’s hands on my hips shifted, and I could feel them on my shoulders. No, not Jetsun’s hands. His hands were still on my hips, and another pair of hands was on my shoulders.

  “Kenosi,” I cried, my heart clenching. I twisted around, straining to see, but there was nothing but blackness inside our cave.

  “I’m here,” a deep, f
amiliar growled. “Give me back my cheetah.”

  “Then fuck me,” I said, leaning forward over Jetsun. I lifted my hips, and Sir Kenosi’s hand wound into my hair, pushing me forward. His body collided with mine, and I arched back against him at the thrill of contact.

  “Stay still,” he commanded, grabbing my hips. I heard the tinkle of his belt buckle, and then his cock swelled against my entrance where Jetsun filled me.

  “Fuck me in the ass,” I begged.

  “No,” he said. “In your cunt.”

  I gasped as his cock strained against my already full entrance, but he didn’t relent. He pushed me down on top of Jetsun, forcing the head of his cock through my opening. I cried out at the strain, but he pushed deeper, growling as he stretched me further than I’d ever been, his cock easing through my slick and pressing tightly to Jetsun’s. The sensation was like nothing I’d ever felt, filling me until I thought I’d be torn open.

  “Oh god, stop,” I cried. “I can’t.”

  “You can,” Sir Kenosi said, his voice gentler. “Just relax.”

  He reached down to wet his fingers in my juices, slathering them on the rest of his cock to slicken it. I began to relax, and he pushed deeper, his cock straining inside me until it reached my depths with Jetsun’s.

  “Now I fuck you,” Kenosi said, tightening his grip on my hair and drawing back. He thrust into me, his cock locked against Jetsun’s. I cried out with each thrust as their cocks sank into me together, stretching my walls with unbearable pleasure and pain. Jetsun sat up, wrapping an arm around my back and pressing his bare chest to mine, plunging me down onto their cocks. Kenosi held my hips, adding extra force.

  “Come for me, Princess,” Sir Kenosi said, reaching around to squeeze my clit. It was so sensitive I cried out, my body jerking and my walls tightening. He thrust his cock up to the hilt inside me, holding me pinned down on him and Jetsun. My walls clenched tighter, too tight for two cocks inside me at once. I screamed as pleasure crashed over me and bursts of light exploded behind my eyes.

  I needed my other men, too.

  As waves after wave hit me, I couldn’t stop the cries tearing from my lips. I screamed for Balam, for Shadow, for Kwame. Even for Tadeu.

  “Holy shit,” a rasping voice growled. “Is that Itzel’s scent?”

  “Shadow,” I gasped. I couldn’t think of more words. I reached for his voice in the dark. “Fuck me.”

  “What the fuck is going on?” Tadeu’s voice demanded.

  “Come,” I said. “I need you all. Now.”

  “She needs this,” Jetsun agreed. “Do what she asks.”

  “Who the fuck are you?” Lord Balam asked.

  “Does it really matter?” Sir Kenosi asked, sliding out of me, his cock still stiff. “Your mate’s in heat and begging you to fuck her.”

  There was a short pause, and then I felt their hands on me, so many hands I couldn’t tell which set belonged to which mate. They were stroking my breasts, pinching my sensitive nipples, smearing my juices over my thighs and belly, moaning with desire. Someone lifted me from Jetsun, and then I was standing in the middle of them, all of them touching me at once. A moment of intense vulnerability flared inside me as I stood exposed, six sets of hands on me and no way to know who each belonged to.

  But a wave of lust rushed through me at the idea of being touched by strangers this way. Wetness flooded between my thighs, and one of the men growled in response. I basked in the attention, moaning in pleasure as fingers and palms found their way over every inch of my body. Fingers dipped between my thighs, and I whimpered as he drove them deep into the tenderness there. He withdrew and sucked at his fingers, moaning with pleasure at my taste.

  Someone pulled me into his arms, his long hair brushing my cheek. “Shadow,” I murmured, squeezing him to me.

  “I’m here,” he said. “What can I do?”

  I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he lifted me off the ground. Twining my legs around his waist, I sank onto his stiff cock.

  “Lay me down,” I said. “I need them all.”

  Shadow lowered me to the floor, and I was reminded of the glass around us, but I didn’t care if it cut into me. I needed something to relieve the pressure inside my skin, to let out some of the magic filling me until I couldn’t take it.

  Shadow swore quietly, and I knew he’d felt the glass in his hands and knees. Without a word, he rolled us over, so he was in the glass and I was on top, as I’d been with Jetsun.

  “I need you all,” I said.

  A cock pressed into my hand, and I wrapped my fingers around it, sighing with pleasure as the cold, stiff shaft throbbed at my touch. I brought it to my mouth, tasting his cool skin, inhaling the dry grass and baked earth smell of him. Someone lifted my other hand, placing it on a bigger, rougher cock. Heat shot through me, and I pulled my mouth from Kwame’s cock and licked Lord Balam, eliciting a rough growl from his throat. He tasted like rain in the jungle, like my first time, like trust. He kept his hand on mine, stroking it up and down his thick, veined shaft.

  “I must have you, my love,” Kwame said, his voice choked. “Your scent is making me lose all control.”

  He pulled away and stepped over me, crouching behind me, and a wave of desire rushed through me.

  “Fill me,” I moaned. “With Shadow.”

  Kwame strained against my entrance, and I gasped in pain. “You’re too tight,” he said. “I can’t get it in.”

  “She can take two at once,” Kenosi said. “It’s so tight you’ll feel like your cock’s in a vice, but she can take it.”

  “I don’t care, just do it,” I said. “I need you both.”

  “Yes, my love,” Kwame breathed, and then the head of his cock, slick with my juices, breached my entrance. I cried out and reached for Kenosi, wrapping my fingers around his slick shaft. I began to pump his cock while Kwame pushed deeper.

  “Jetsun,” I gasped. “You, too. Fuck me in the ass.”

  There was no hesitation this time. We were past that point, past anything but this need driving us all relentlessly forward toward the edge of some precipice I didn’t yet understand. Jetsun climbed onto me, pressing the head of his cock to my second entrance. A tremor shimmered through my entire body, and I arched up and spread my legs wider, offering him access. His hand pressed gently on my lower back as he eased in, stretching me to fit his cock. Kwame and Shadow still stretched my pussy so full I thought I’d burst. With all three of them inside me, I could barely keep from coming again.

  Kwame began to move first, pumping into my tightness with guttural grunts. Shadow and Jetsun matched his motion, all three of them plunging into me in unison. I cried out, relishing the pain, the rightness. My hands pumped up and down the shafts of my other mates. Only one person was missing.

  “Tadeu,” I cried. “Come and fill me. I need you, too.”

  “If it’ll shut you up,” he growled, but I could hear the tremor of desire in his voice. His tremendous, impossible cock filled my mouth, and I was full and complete at last. I stretched my lips around his enormous girth and moaned with relief at the taste of him, the one I’d always known, like hay and leather with a hint of iron. It was the taste of my sexual awakening, of afternoons in the stable when I’d escaped my tutor and instead spent the hours kneeling before my skillful older lover, taking a different kind of instruction.

  He slid his big hands around my head, thrusting into me, fucking my mouth. Behind me, Jetsun’s breath was hot on my neck as he leaned over me, his hips pummeling my ass as his cock sank into me while Kwame and Shadow pumped into my pussy. Balam’s hand guided mine on his thick cock while his other hand slid under me, squeezing my breast and pinching my nipple until I moaned around Tadeu’s cock again. Kenosi thrust into my other hand, his long arm reaching down to grab a handful of my ass, spreading my cheeks for Jetsun to sink to the hilt into my tight ass.

  It was so much, too much, but I could feel the completeness of our group, all together in the most intimate way.
I couldn’t stop them, even when I wanted to scream that I couldn’t take it anymore. Tadeu’s hand twisted my hair, and he pumped harder, nearly gagging me. Tears leaked down my cheeks as I tried to stop myself from choking as his cock plunged deeper, past my gag reflex. I could feel saliva trickling down my chin, but I didn’t stop sucking. Sweat broke out across my forehead, and I could feel their sweat slicking me as they drove into me harder, as if daring me to break first.

  But I wouldn’t break. I could take them all. I wanted to take them all. I was a vessel meant to be filled. Wetness slicked my flesh, trickling down my thighs as Shadow’s hot cock hit all the right places inside me, and Kwame’s cold one hit everything else. The strange smell like burnt sugar seeped into my nostrils, and I realized I could see my mates now. The swirls of golden light shimmered around us, as if our group was something holy. It bound us together, forging us into one, as if we were the amulets fitting together at last. It glowed brighter each moment, circling my mates with a kaleidoscope of color.

  I felt the magic shimmering inside me, too, rising with each thrust as my mates pumped their power into me faster and faster, in a frantic, frenzied rhythm that was both agony and ecstasy. The dueling sensations overwhelmed me, carrying me higher than I’d ever been. At last, I couldn’t hold it inside me. My body shuddered and tightened, clenching around the men as a convulsion of pleasure gripped my body. Roars filled the cave, and teeth clamped down on my shoulder. I screamed, and Tadeu thrust deeper. Everything in my body clenched at once, and hot spurts of cum flooded into me, over me, filling and drowning me, drenching me and cleansing me. Its salty tang flooded my mouth and throat. It flowed over both my hands and down my arms. Jetsun’s grip crushed my hip as his cum erupted from his cock as it drove deep inside my ass. Shadow’s claws sank into me as he thrust upwards, and Kwame gripped my thighs to hold me in place and drove himself to the hilt at the same time. Together, their cocks throbbed, shooting jets of cum deep inside me, filling my very depths and until I couldn’t hold another drop.