Mated to the Jaguars - Paranormal M/F/M Menage

by Yamila Abraham

  Now Michelle’s eyes wandered from him. “No.”

  “No?”

  She pursed her lips.

  Max pushed a breath out through his nostrils. “Because he’ll be here, won’t he? I saw his stream hovering over us like the Black Death.”

  She continued to avoid his eyes. “Fate is pushing all of us together, Max. There’s got to be a reason I bonded with both of you. I don’t want to hurt you…I just can’t cut myself into two pieces.”

  A moment of tense silence passed.

  “I don’t want to hurt you either.”

  She looked at him. He brought a tender hand over her scalp.

  “Let’s have that shower. I want to enjoy every second I have you all to myself.”

  Michelle squeezed herself against him.

  Oh, God…please let everything work out.

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  Max soaped her breasts with his sponge while his rain-style shower cascaded water over them.

  “What an incredible body you have.”

  She smiled. “You’re no slouch yourself.”

  “Not to be crass—but these tits.” He leaned down to kiss the swell of one. “I just can’t get enough of you.” His sponge dipped below her thighs. He crushed it against her sex, getting soapy water to drip from her hairless groin. “Turn around.”

  She obeyed. Her motor felt revved again.

  Max had her tip forward and penetrated her from behind. Her eyes rolled back in her head. His thick cock always managed to hit the right notes. His hand came around her front and two fingers pressed circles over her clit.

  Michelle lurched up on her tiptoes. Holy shit.

  As he fucked and fingered her Michelle got a harrowing wave of déjà vu. She’d been in this position before, with this mate, in other lifetimes. Something was off however.

  In the past he’d put it in her ass.

  Her anus clenched with enigmatic need. Her goddess form knew what she liked. Apparently—it was this.

  “Why do I have the urge to…?” Max said.

  Michelle pursed her lips. “Um…anal?”

  “Yes. I feel like I’m fucking you the wrong way.”

  He reached down for one of the colored bottles on the rack of his tub. “Bath oil.” He uncorked it with his thumb.

  “Is it too soon for us to be experimenting?” she said.

  He put the oil back down. “Of course. No problem.”

  “I didn’t say to forget it. I was really asking. Are we moving too fast? I legitimately don’t know.”

  He laughed through his nostrils. “Let’s make our own rules, Michelle. This is a situation like nothing else in the world. It’s stupid to try to adhere to social norms. We’re gods.”

  She looked back and grinned at him. “Okay. As long as you don’t think I do this sort of thing on a regular basis.”

  His brow rose. “You’re worried I’m going to think you’re promiscuous? You don’t think I can tell you have a good character? What self-loathing state made you?”

  “New Mexico.”

  “Preacher’s daughter?”

  “No.” She turned away and got back into position. “Just young. Only twenty-three. You said you have a lot of girls. I’ve only had two boys. Only one of them was serious.”

  “I’ve been around longer than you. I’m thirty-two.” He shut off the water. “You need to tell me about yourself later. It was rude of me not to ask. I was too focused on selling myself to you.”

  His greased fingertip mashed against her anus.

  Michelle lurched upwards. She braced herself against the wall. Her nipples firmed into twin pearls.

  “Oh…shit.”

  “Is that good?”

  A shuddering sigh came out of her lips. His finger was gliding over her hole, pressing against the taut wrinkles, and harvesting sublime pleasure. The cluster of nerves he agitated made her clit perk. He used the pad of a second finger beside the first and rubbed slippery circles against her ring. Her legs began to tremble.

  “Oh my God…why does this feel so…oomph…”

  “Your squirming is turning me on.”

  He paused to relubricate his fingers, then began a deep tissue massage to her ring. Michelle’s eyes rolled back into her head. She stood up on tiptoe while pressing her chest against the tiled wall.

  “Hnnngh!”

  “I feel like I’ve done this a thousand times before. Relax the muscle, then stretch.” His voice was turning breathy. “That’s the trick.”

  Michelle’s stomach quivered. “I think I’m going to…”

  “Just from this?”

  She bit her lower lip. “Mm-hm.”

  He pushed one oily finger into her. Her ring opened with a pleasurable throb. His other hand reached around to her front. He raked curled fingers up and down her labia.

  She began to whimper. Her legs lost a fourth of their strength.

  The finger in her ass swirled gently, creating more space with every pass. Her nerve endings pulsed in a melty, exquisite way. She jolted as his fingers bumped her clit.

  “Finger me.” Her face grew warm from the request. He had her quaking now. She wished she could have masturbated without being embarrassed.

  Max pushed a second finger into her ass first, and then he curled two fingers around her front to penetrate her. His sexy voice hit right beside her ear.

  “You get so tight when you’re horny.”

  She whimpered again. She was beyond any capacity for decorum.

  His fingers threaded inside her ass, creating space between them. The ones in front were more brutal, piercing deep, and coiling upwards. Michelle squeezed her eyes tight. She was feeling prickly preorgasmic heat. If she came like this she was going to fall.

  A third finger worked into her ass. The throb still didn’t have any notes of pain. She felt ready for cock—eager for it—but Max continued to coax her open. His palm was crushing her clit and pussy lips while he fingered her front. Michelle reached up to twist one of her nipples. Then her stomach muscles clenched.

  “Ngh!”

  Max gave a soft gasp and jerked the hand fingering her sex up and down. She convulsed around his fingers, squeezing them inside her. Her clit contracted beneath his wet palm. She couldn’t hold back her sounds. Max’s hand was so strong, and he knew how hard he could handle her body without hurting her.

  Her legs caved. She slid to the floor of the shower, dislodging his fingers. Aftershocks were still wracking her stomach muscles. It took a moment for her regain coherence. Then she heard Max grunting behind her.

  She looked and saw him yanking on his swollen cock with his clenched teeth bared.

  “Urgh…you sexy thing.”

  He pulled her up by her armpits and positioned her against the tiled wall once again. Three fingers went back into her ass, dousing it with more oil. Then he clutched both her hips and pushed in the head of his cock.

  Michelle remained braced for him, as much as she was capable of with quivering thighs. There was a sting of pain, but a rapturous throb accompanied it. Her desire was for him to go deeper, not pull out.

  “You okay?”

  “Uh-huh.”

  He pressed himself in, inch by inch. “Oh, fuck, you feel so good.”

  Michelle’s pussy felt like it was buzzing. If he fingered her again she knew she could be brought to a third orgasm that night. She focused on the feelings in her ass, the heat and the pulsing. An ache dulled the pleasure, but beyond that she felt sublime.

  His cock buried into her ass to its hilt. “Tell me if it hurts.”

  Her pussy began to tighten again. “Doesn’t hurt.”

  He pulled half his length out slowly, then pushed back in just as slow. Michelle moaned.

  “Shh. I’m going to explode.”

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el good. “Do it.”

  “Rrg!”

  He managed three more controlled strokes, then she felt the hot gush of his seed shooting inside her.

  He grasped at her breasts while burying his cock deep. “Fuck. Hrrg!”

  Then he pressed against her back, making the whole of her front press against the cold tiles.

  “Oh shit.” He kissed her neck. “I can already say you’ve been the best lover I’ve ever had…and that was before the anal.”

  “Mmm.” She felt too weak and dazed with pleasure to formulate a response.

  Max turned back on the water and cleansed her with the sponge once again. After toweling off and throwing on some nightclothes they went to his bed to rest.

  Later he made her dinner from some expensive lobster ravioli and white sauce. Michelle drank the white wine he served because it was sweet. It was only the second glass she’d had in her life.

  He went to his computer to work into the night. Michelle lazed on the couch, flipping through TV channels and texting on her phone. She hesitated to call her parents, since lying to them was difficult for her. She sent cryptic texts reassuring them of her safe arrival.

  When it was time to turn in for the night she went to the spare bedroom. She felt she couldn’t get into the habit of sharing a bed with Max.

  She was meant to be with another man also.

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  In the morning there was a note card on her nightstand.

  I’ll be in the office all day.

  Help yourself to coffee and a croissant.

  I’m not looking forward to what’s going to be waiting for me when I get home.

  But I’ll miss you.

  -Max.

  Michelle took a deep breath. She wanted to miss him also.

  But she was aching for Votan.

  The other half of her heart was still full of longing. She knew there would be strife when he came—and yet, she wished he was there now.

  Why does this have to be so damned complicated?

  She took her cat form to enter the spirit world. Votan’s stream was converging on hers and Max’s. He had to be close to the city.

  She transformed and put on a robe. Then she hustled to the kitchen for coffee and breakfast. Dealing with Votan was going to take every ounce of strength she had. She was determined to be ready for him.

  Hours passed. She kept looking towards the door hoping for a knock. The morning turned into the afternoon.

  Her body had returned to its heat cycle—this time with a singular desire for her second mate. She paced the floor with an aching tightness in her sex.

  Would you hurry up and get here? Somehow she knew he could find her, even if she’d had trouble finding him. He’d embraced his god essence. That gave him special powers, didn’t it?

  A fist pounded at the door.

  Michelle froze. She took a moment to close her eyes and psyche herself up. The plan was going to take more boldness than she was used to.

  She dropped her silk robe and strode to the door naked. She knew it would give him the wrong impression of her, but she had to lure him in. If her mates stayed together in this condo, she’d be one step closer towards convincing them to share her. Establishing their communal dwelling was the first step.

  She flung open the door and took five quick steps backwards.

  Votan stood glaring at her with his large chest heaving. He was tanned with gleaming straight black hair going past his thick shoulders. He had to be older than Max by five or maybe even ten years. Michelle gaped at his hugeness. He had the physique of a gladiator beneath a black jacket and blue jeans.

  She realized his eyes were devouring her. There was an unmistakable glint of lust.

  “Ixchel.”

  She gulped and backed further away from him.

  He slammed the door behind him. Michelle led the way to the spare bedroom. Votan skulked after her, his eyes never leaving her body.

  “Ixchel.” His voice was throaty, like the growl of a predatory animal.

  She scampered back on the bed.

  Votan stopped in the doorway. He looked around the room with narrow eyes. “Come out, Maximon. I know a trap when I see one.”

  Her jaw fell open. “Trap?”

  Votan stomped to the closet and tore the sliding door off its railing. “Going to kill me? I’d like to see you try!”

  “Hey! Don’t wreck his house!”

  He darted his yellow eyes toward her. Her face was flushed with outrage.

  “Max had to go into work.” She pulled the bed sheet around her. “I…I was luring you in because I didn’t want you snatching me and running away. I figured you wouldn’t do that if I was naked—at least I hoped you wouldn’t.”

  Votan glowered at her.

  Emotion began to crack in her voice. “I love both of you. I have to be with both you and Maximon.”

  “He doesn’t deserve you, Ixchel.” His words were slow and quiet.

  “That’s not for you to say. And it wouldn’t matter anyway. My spirit’s bonded to him. The same as you.”

  Votan shook his head and looked away from her. “Maximon cheats the spirit world to make money—desecrating the B’alam in the name of profit.” His gaze set on her again. “Yes, you bond with him sometimes. Sometimes your spirit is fickle. Sometimes you need a break from me. Still, in the world of the B’alam you and I are husband and wife. I will always be your true mate, even if you stray.”

  Michelle blinked a few times. Ixchel was his wife? She didn’t remember reading anything like that, but the Books of B’alam focused more on battles. The words rang true to her.

  “I—I don’t want to stray. I would have been happy with either of you. I didn’t want you both—but that’s what happened. That’s what I have to live with.”

  Votan tipped his nose at her. “Ixchel. It’s the woman who bonds the spirits. You were the one who chose to bond to two men. You’re the one who marked your spirit for both of us. Made it irresistible to us.”

  Now her eyes grew huge.

  I did this?

  Votan took off his jacket. He stepped his knee onto the bed, making it bow beneath his weight.

  “You can undo it.”

  “I…can?”

  Votan crept toward her causing her to lean back on the bed. His large body loomed above her.

  “Bond only to me, my love. We’ve been apart far too long.”

  “But—”

  He smothered her words with a kiss. Michelle wanted to be annoyed, but the scintillating contact had her reeling. She wrapped her arms around his massive back and let her tongue slide against his. His body emitted heat against her, engulfing her in his presence.

  He pulled back and removed the sheet she’d covered herself with. His mouth went to her nipples, sucking each sensitive bud to rigidness before moving lower. He kissed the supple flesh of her torso, leaving thrumming spots of moisture, then, in one fluid movement, he attached his mouth to her sex.

  Michelle clenched her fists on the bed sheets beneath her. His mouth worked her with furious gusto right from the start. He seemed to know what it would take to make her climax, and fell right into his vigorous rhythm. His head pressed against her, making his tongue dredge into her tender lips. He’d suck her clit with enough strength to make her throb, and then move down to spear her entrance, catching all the flukes of moisture within her snug hole. Michelle’s nipples grew hard as beads. Her sex felt so tight it ached. Her muscles began to tighten also, bracing for the incredible climax she was building towards. Votan worked her masterfully, without flagging. She let out a soft cry.

  He kept devouring her pussy throughout her orgasm, making her stomach cramp with her spasms. Her mate didn’t stop until she finally collapsed back, heaving for breath. Then he kissed his mouth off her sensitized clit an
d turned her over.

  Michelle forced her wobbly legs to lift her to her knees. She presumed he would fuck her now, and presented herself for penetration from behind. What she got instead was a tongue in her asshole.

  He worked this area with the same enthusiasm he’d granted her sex. His tongue mashed against her sensitive ring, lighting the exquisite nerve cluster with rapturous sensation. Michelle’s thighs quivered. Her mate really did know her. She couldn’t hold back her soft mewls of pleasure.

  Votan stopped suddenly and she heard him unzip his pants. An enormous cock plunged into her pussy making her gasp.

  “Yes!”

  Her slick opening accepted him smoothly, but was stretched to her brink. He hit the back of her length making her whole pelvis throb. Then he pumped while clutching around her waist. There was no slow build-up. He humped her the same way he’d taken her jungle cat form. His enormous organ squashed against her sweet spot, making her clit twinge. All too soon she hurtled toward her second orgasm.

  Michelle collapsed forward. Her heavy mate collided against her back, still beating furious thrusts with his pelvis. She clawed the mattress. Her pussy spasmed around the invading cock.

  Two hard grunts and she could feel his cock pulsating. Then he gave a final sound, and his straining muscles relaxed. His large chest connected against her back. They were both gasping.

  When her mind returned from its state of ecstatic blankness she took stock of the situation. Yes, she’d enjoyed the sex, but she was glad it was over. Now their delirious need was sated. Both halves of her heart felt fulfilled. She could get on with the serious work.

  Votan peeled himself off her. He lumbered to the edge of the bed and zipped his pants.

  “Get dressed,” he said. He paused to wipe some sweat from his brow. “We’re leaving.”

  She picked herself up onto her elbows. “I’m not going anywhere. Neither are you.”

  He laughed through his nostrils.

  “Please. Just listen to me. You and Maximon have to share me. This condo is the best set-up for that to happen. He’s already agreed to it. I need you to get on board.”

  He darted her a cruel look. At that moment Michelle could understand why her goddess form got sick of him sometimes.