by Cara Adams
Omar left the fence line and began running up a low hill. Ramona followed him, as did JB, groaning at the extra effort demanded of his legs. At the top of the hill was a bowl-shaped area of lush grass. Omar shifted into human form and lay down, stretching his long limbs. Ramona joined him and sat cross-legged. “That was amazing. I haven’t had such a long run in forever.”
“I enjoyed it, too,” said JB, leaning the bike against a tree and flopping down beside them. “Of course, tomorrow I may be so stiff I won’t be able to move.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll give you a massage,” Ramona said, rubbing his shoulders.
JB flashed a look at Omar, but he was smiling. “Massage a little lower,” he suggested.
Ramona gave a broad grin and also looked at Omar, who was still smiling.
“Here?” she teased, rubbing his chest over his shirt.
“Lower.”
“You could massage him better if you took his clothes off,” said Omar.
“I like that idea,” said JB. So they were going to fuck out here. It was a nice place. Secluded and safe, and the grass was soft. That was fine by him. He stood up again, spreading his arms wide. “Have at me, my precious.”
JB half expected she’d rip his clothes off him in two seconds flat, but instead, she kneeled down and carefully untied the laces of one of his sneakers, then the other. She placed his shoes neatly to one side before removing his socks and rolling them up inside the shoes. Ramona stood up and smoothed her hand over his chest until she reached the bottom of his shirt. She lifted it so slowly and gradually he was totally hard by the time it came off. Of course, she was naked and leaning over him, which was enough to arouse any man alive. She was so cute. So sweet and enticing, yet determined, too. He got the impression that if he tried to stop her she would go all tigerish—pumerish?—on him.
Finally, just when he thought his cock would drill a hole in his jeans, she unzipped him and freed his erection. She ran her hands down his hips and thighs, pushing his pants down to puddle at his feet, then kneeled in front of him. “Shall I massage you here?”
“Please.”
She sucked his cock deep into her mouth very slowly then withdrew and flicked her tongue up and down his shaft. Sucked twice then played her tongue along his vein. Sucked three times and rolled his balls. By the time she worked her way up to five sucks, his eyes were about crossing with the effort not to come.
But, as always, Omar was in control. “That’s enough for now,” he ordered.
Omar stood up. “Suck me now, Ramona. JB, you crawl behind her and make sure she’s wet and ready. Keep her on the edge.”
What little air had managed to get into JB’s lungs disappeared. He was to keep her on the edge. That was a true challenge. How would he know when to ease back and when to increase the teasing? Omar had given him a huge responsibility. Nevertheless, he squatted behind her, and as soon as she began licking Omar’s balls, he gently inserted a finger into her cunt. She was very hot and wet, and she grabbed on to his finger tightly. She wanted him in there.
For a moment he wondered if he was supposed to prepare her ass, but then he remembered Omar was always in charge. If Omar had wanted JB to stretch her ass, he’d have told him so. It was so freeing not to always have to weigh up all the possibilities. It was enough for him to keep her on the edge with anticipation and rest in the surety that Omar was still in control, even with Ramona sucking him.
JB pressed his body against her back, letting his cock rest along her butt crack. That felt amazing. He wanted to leave it there forever. So he kept his cock and his torso still and just moved his arms around her to play with her breasts. They were the perfect size and shape, a proper handful, her berry-brown nipples already hard as diamonds yet the globes so soft and feminine. Over and over he stroked the sides, cupped the mounds in his palms, and stretched and pulled on her nipples. Then he slid one hand down her chest, over her stomach, and rested a finger on her clit. It was hot and hard, so he used some of her own juices to moisten his finger and swirled it over and around her hot button.
“Enough,” said Omar.
JB reluctantly pulled back from Ramona.
“Turn your back to me, Ramona,” ordered Omar.
Ah, so Omar was using the fact she’d sucked him to make him nice and wet to penetrate her, seeing as there was no lube this time. Good idea.
Omar held Ramona’s hips with one hand and directed his cock into her with the other. She must have still been stretched from before, because he seemed to enter her easily enough. When he was fully inside her, Omar pulled her tight against his body.
“Now you take her cunt,” Omar said, nodding at JB.
JB tried to be slow and considerate, but he was so aroused. Having her naked so much tonight had wreaked havoc on his control. In no time at all he was balls deep in her and ready to go.
“Together,” said Omar.
JB nodded and matched his withdrawal to Omar’s. For the first time ever he could see the tension and strain on Omar’s face. JB knew this commitment and mating meant a lot to the big man, but never before had JB been able to see it as he could now in the man’s body language. JB knew Omar would never admit it. He was too much the Dom. For JB, seeing Omar like this was a revelation. Omar wasn’t all powerful, he was just a man as JB was a man, albeit a much more powerful man with dynamic leadership skills. He already trusted and respected Omar, but in that instant, he understood he loved him, too, in a sort of honoring-the-leader or head-of-the-family way.
JB was gritting his teeth, hanging on to his control by a mere thread now. Ramona was gripping him so hard he knew the moment she came he’d be done. He almost wished he had the cock ring on, although it’d been damn painful when he was so swollen and engorged. But no, this was better. Totally natural, just the three of them with no toys, nothing but each other, under nature’s glorious stars and resting on her soft, green grass.
“Now, Ramona. Come now,” ordered Omar, and he plunged his teeth into the place where her neck and shoulder joined.
Instantly, Ramona convulsed. Just as JB’d expected, she gripped his cock so hard it brought tears to his eyes. He held on to her hips tightly as he exploded inside her, pumping jet after jet of cum into her cunt, over and over again until he thought he must be drained dry forevermore. Then Omar’s teeth were in his neck, and more cum burst from his cock with the rush of pain. He hadn’t even recovered when Ramona turned in his arms and bit the other shoulder. His cock had slid out of her when she moved, and yet more seed spilled from him onto the ground. He looked down, a tad embarrassed, only to see Omar shaking his cock so the last of his essence landed on the grass, too. Okay, that must be the right thing to do. A gift to nature, I guess.
Ramona was almost limp in his arms, and JB himself was exhausted after coming so hard. Holding her, he sank to the ground. “Time for a nap?” he asked Omar.
Omar joined them on the grass and wrapped an arm around Ramona. “Just a quick one,” he agreed.
* * * *
Omar didn’t sleep. His job was to guard his family. He certainly needed a few minutes’ rest. Gods, he’d come hard. He’d pumped seed all the way up from his toes, he reckoned, he’d ejaculated so long and hard. Never ever had he come like that before, not even the first time he’d taken Ramona, and he’d considered that a world record at the time.
Coming out here was very meaningful. It’d taken him a long time to find this place. He hadn’t expected JB to ride a bicycle, but he’d deliberately chosen to follow the fence line so the human would have a bit of a track to follow as they ran.
Not far from here was an old, derelict barn. It was on a reasonably high point, although there were trees grown up around it. But still, Omar wondered if it could be modified into some kind of lookout where they could set a CCTV camera to keep them apprised of danger coming from over the fence. This was a wild area, quite untouched, perfect for the big cats to run in but also ideal for someone looking for a place to breech the community�
�s defenses. Anyway, he planned to show the barn to JB. The human was plenty fast enough to work out its potential and to see if it was suitable. It all looked good to Omar, but he wasn’t a builder.
Not that JB didn’t already have a bunch of projects he was working on. However, Omar planned to get all the panther men working. No more sitting around guarding bedroom doors. That was a total waste of time unless there was genuine evidence of a potential attack. It would be much better to have the men out building real defenses and homes to live in.
After about fifteen minutes he shook Ramona and said, “All right, you two, time to go home. I want to show you something on the way to get your opinion, JB.”
Ramona whimpered but sat up. JB sat up quickly and nodded. “What is it?”
“I don’t want to put ideas in your head. It’s likely only half a mile or so this way, so get dressed.”
JB threw his clothes on, then Omar and Ramona changed form, and he led the way down the hill and in the direction of the old barn. As always, he paid close attention to the undergrowth, looking for signs that other people or animals had been this way. Back closer to the main buildings there’d been plenty of evidence of the various shape-shifters, but out here it was only the very occasional track of someone who’d been for a run. There was certainly nothing to make him think the fence had been cut and the rogue panthers had been here. Yet.
He stopped well back from the old semiderelict barn and waited for JB to assess it. The human climbed off the bike and leaned it against a tree before walking closer then checking the building out from all sides.
“I’d like to see inside as well,” JB said softly, looking at Omar.
He’d expected that, so he simply swished his tail and led the way. He nosed the door open a fraction and slid inside, feeling the heat of Ramona’s breath right behind him. The human had to open it a little wider, then wider still. Of course, his night vision wasn’t nearly as good as theirs, and the windows were covered in dirt, which blocked out a lot of the light.
Omar drew in deep breaths, but there was no scent of anyone having been here, neither human nor animal, just the earthy smell of dirt and mold and insects.
JB moved to the staircase, but once again Omar pushed in front of him. His night vision and sense of smell was much better than JB’s. Besides, he was the pack Alpha, as well as the Dom of their family. It was his job to lead.
He bounded up the stairs and stopped to scent the landing before stepping on it, but again, there was no smell of trouble or of human or animal occupation, so he walked forward and paced the length of the loft area. It ran the entire width of the building, although it was only about ten feet deep, and the windows would be ideal for a guard post. Not people, that was a waste of resources in these days of modern technology, unless there was no way to provide power to run a camera of course. But surely the movie people would know how to do it. Unfortunately, solar power might not be suitable. Huge, clean, shiny, new panels would be a dead giveaway that something was going on here and a warning to anyone with evil intentions to stay away.
Maybe batteries? Anyway, not his problem. JB and the movie people could work out the details. They’d need to be careful not to be too obvious during the installation process though, but again, he could trust JB to think of that.
Omar nudged JB and started to walk back to the stairs. The human nodded and followed him, leaving Ramona to come last. Omar wasn’t very happy about that, but he needed to be in front, so it would have to do.
He stopped before exiting the building, sniffing hard, pricking up his ears and listening carefully, but there were no suspicious scents and the usual night sounds were evident, so he stepped through the doorway and stood aside for the human to push the door closed.
JB went back and stood beside his bicycle, ready to leave. Omar lifted his head, sniffed again, and, scenting no trouble, led them toward the fence line for the run back to their house.
They were mated. He’d mated Ramona, as he’d always wanted to do, and even the human was a good working partner, a man who brought extra value into the relationship. Besides, Ramona wanted him, and he could deny her nothing she wanted so badly. His dick began to swell with need of her, but he forced the erotic thoughts down. He had to lead them safely home. They had miles to run yet, and danger could be around the next corner.
Chapter Six
Gaynor was standing in their completed house. She and Cameron and Tor had painted most of the interior. She’d insisted on different colors for the various rooms. Cameron had shrugged his shoulders and said, “Whatever,” but Tor had wanted everything a bland, boring beige. She’d begged and pleaded and wheedled and stomped her feet, and finally he’d given up and let her have her own way. And it looked good. Much better than all one color. Yuck to that plan.
JB was here checking all the fittings with Tor. Tor was such a fussy Dom. Everything had to be just so. Or likely that was the nurse in him coming to the fore. Anyway, JB was happy with everything and so was Tor, and now they’d be living here properly, not half out of boxes as they’d done while the work was still ongoing.
The new bigger bathroom was wonderful. She was so looking forward to her first bubble bath in the tub. A full-size—bigger than full-size—tub. And the shower was a dream, with ample room for three. She knew Tor was already picturing the scenes he’d create for them there.
“How are your own house extension plans coming along?” she asked JB.
He blushed—actually blushed!—then nodded and smiled. “Having done yours now, as well as the emergency housing for the panthers, I reckon I’ve thought of a few things to do on mine.”
“Each one more adventurous than the last,” said Cameron.
“Not more adventurous, just adding in a few ideas. I hope you’re all very happy here.” JB crossed the room, gave a slight wave of his hand, and left.
“He’s really shy but sweet,” said Gaynor, surprised.
“An excellent builder. That’s the main thing,” said Tor.
“I hope he’ll be really happy with Omar and Ramona. She’s a really wonderful person. Omar’s bossy, very bossy, but I think he’s what the pack needs,” said Gaynor.
“From what the other men have said, he’s exactly what the pack needs. Sam’s fallen in a heap, and I can’t imagine why. But Omar’s already starting to pull them together again, that easy to see.”
“Yeah, what is it with Sam? He’s really got his testicles in a knot over Leticia. It’s as if he thinks she’s still five years old or something,” said Cameron.
“Fuck if I know. He’s completely lost all grip on reality. Anyway, Omar’ll fix them up, thank Gods,” said Tor.
* * * *
“Hey, Nicholas. There’s an old tumble-down barn on a rise over the back of the property at Carnal Connections, and Omar and JB want to talk to you about maybe putting a CCTV in there to run permanently as protection against trouble from that direction. Would you and Curtis like to come to supper tonight to talk it over?” asked Ramona.
“That depends on what’s for supper,” said Curtis.
Ramona laughed. “All right, Mr. Gourmand. What would you like for supper?”
She still had a batch of gingerbread cookies in the freezer, left over from their experience of figging, but she was pretty sure if she served them for dessert, JB would blush, then she’d giggle, and they’d end up embarrassing themselves and likely Nicholas and Curtis as well, so the cookies would be staying frozen a little longer.
“Soup. With fresh, crusty bread.”
“What? Are you serious? You want soup?”
“Absolutely. I love the smell of fresh bread and hot soup. And the hours we work, two minutes in the microwave after I tip it out of the packet just doesn’t give me the same kind of thrill.”
“Okay then. Are you good with that, Nicholas?”
“Sounds fine by me. What time do you want us there?”
“Is seven good for you?”
“Done deal.”
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nbsp; Ramona clicked off her phone. “Now all I have to do is race down to the bakery and buy some rolls and make a pot of soup. And what kind of soup? Tomato? Pumpkin? Vegetable? Potato?”
“Who are you talking to?” Omar came into the living room and looked all around.
“I just called Nicholas and invited him and Curtis for supper like we agreed. Curtis asked for a pot of soup and fresh bread. I just don’t quite know what kind of soup to make.”
“Since you’re the one cooking it, any kind you want.”
“You’re missing the point. I like pumpkin, but what if one of them doesn’t? Same with tomato, or potato, or whatever. If I’d thought a little faster, I would have asked Curtis. Now, I don’t really want to call him back and make myself appear stupid, but I don’t want to cook something he won’t like, either.”
“What did he say? What were his exact words?” asked Omar.
She thought for a moment. “He said, ‘Soup. With fresh, crusty bread.’”
“So he specified what kind of bread, ‘fresh and crusty,’ but just said soup, not ‘potato soup’ or ‘leek soup.’ I think that means as long as you choose something reasonably common he’ll like it. If he really wanted leek soup, he’d have said so.”
Ramona smiled. Omar always knew the right answers. “Thank you. I’ll make a vegetable soup then. Lots of variety and flavor, and if there’s something someone doesn’t like, they can leave it on the bottom of their bowl.”
“While you get chopping and peeling, I’ll go get the bread for you. Fresh and crusty,” said Omar.
“Thanks.”
“You’re most welcome.” He leaned over and dropped a kiss on her nose then left.
She hurried into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. They always had plenty of fresh vegetables, as they all liked them raw. But tonight, she’d cook.
By the time Omar returned with the bread, the soup was bubbling on the stove and she was setting the table. He set out plates and glasses for her before going to take a shower. Then JB returned home and disappeared into the bathroom in his turn. JB took over stirring the soup so she could shower and change, and everything was ready when Nicholas and Curtis rang the doorbell promptly at seven.