He straddled her only for a minute before sitting between her and the blanket. Then, easing his large, hard body under the blanket next to her, Rafe reclined and slid his arm under her neck, providing the perfect pillow.
Anna turned into him, allowing him to pull the thick blanket over both of them. It confined his scent, so when she breathed, her entire world became Rafe VicMoran. Had it only been a day since they’d left Guarida? She couldn’t imagine going through any day without him next to her.
Anna shifted until their legs intertwined and her arm was draped over his large, steel chest. He ran his arm down her side and everything inside her swelled. She purred, the sound coming out of her before she could stop it. Rafe chuckled, or she swore he did. It was the last sound she heard before drifting off to sleep.
There was no way of knowing how long she’d slept when her eyes fluttered open. She blinked and stared at the hard chest inches from her face. It was warm, the masculine scent wrapped around her comforting. Rafe’s hand was inside her sweatpants and his long fingers cupped her ass. If she moved, he would wake. Rafe’s slow, steady breathing let her know how asleep he was.
Letting her brain clear and her eyes focus, she searched their surroundings as far as she could see without moving. Tucked into Rafe as she was, with her back to the fire pit, she wasn’t sure if it still burned or not. Too much warmth radiated from his body for her to tell how cool it was outside the blanket. Anna strained to hear any sounds outside the blanket walls. There weren’t cubs carrying on as they had earlier. She decided it must be sometime in the middle of the night. She didn’t hear anything outside their blankets, and the dark surroundings made her world seem smaller. Blinking a few times, she drifted back to sleep.
When she woke again, powerful-feeling warm hands caressed her stomach. Anna moaned and was greeted by a deep-throated growl. She opened her eyes and stared into Rafe’s eyes. This time she wasn’t on her side but her back, sweatpants gone. A good portion of Rafe’s body pinned her to the hard ground. The thickness of the blanket underneath them helped ease the harshness of the stony earth floor.
“You’re beautiful when you first wake up.” Rafe’s hand moved higher underneath her t-shirt, pulling it up her chest until he exposed her breast.
“Oh,” Anna moaned, arching into him. She decided he must seriously have a vision problem first thing in the morning. Anna knew how she looked when she first woke up and beautiful hardly described it.
She grabbed his arm as he sucked her nipple deep into his mouth. Currents of desire rushed deep inside her, pooling between her legs and making her pussy swell with need so raw, so carnal and fierce it crossed her mind to leap up and force Rafe down then mount and ride him until her cravings were satisfied.
Rafe placed his hand over her collar bone. His fingers stroked the edge of her neck, moving slowly over her suddenly incredibly sensitive flesh. With each torturous caress from his rough fingertips fire burned with more intensity until she was sure she would overheat before she came. At the same time the ripe, incredibly appealing aroma growing between them was like an aphrodisiac. She wanted to drink up their scent until she was drunk from it.
Rafe moved from one breast to the other, continuing with his meticulous torture while she bucked underneath him. His hand wrapped around her neck, not constricting but proving her fantasy of leaping up and taking control was definitely not an option.
He leaned on his other arm, the bulk of his weight off her. Anna was barely able to focus. She didn’t care what was around them. These jaguars wanted something from Rafe and possibly her. They didn’t want them dead. Naria and anyone else would just have to wait. Anna planned to enjoy every minute and every inch of Rafe.
When he lifted his head, Anna raised her hand instinctively to push him back down. As crazy as he made her, with every nip and scrape of his teeth creating spasms inside her she couldn’t control, Anna still didn’t want him to stop.
Rafe grabbed her hand, rising over her farther, a very satisfied and possessive look on his face. “You’re nipples are incredibly sensitive,” he breathed, his voice raspy and sexy.
“I noticed,” she said, surprised at how scratchy her own voice sounded. She hadn’t howled while he’d gotten her off just now. Had she?
She was grinning at him and managed to hold on to her expression even as something dark passed over his expression, as if a side of him usually suppressed in a deep, far away spot just surfaced. A rush of energy coursed through her veins at the same time the dark shadow disappeared. Once again she stared into the predator looming over her.
His scent remained ripe with lust, his expression hard. Something in his eyes darkened again, turning his intense green eyes into shades of a threatening sky before a deadly storm.
His hand was still wrapped around her neck and he squeezed slightly. Anna’s eyes opened wide, her insides melting into molten lava with the suggestion he might get rough. Their walls were blankets, the space they had to themselves smaller than her bedroom, yet imagining fighting him made her pussy swell even more.
For a minute she remembered him chasing her in the rain forest. Hiding from him had turned her on more than anything else had in her entire life. There had been other males in her life, not many, but more than a few. None of them got her off the way Rafe did.
She hissed loudly when Rafe grabbed her, yanking her off the hard floor and causing the blanket to tangle around her legs.
“Are you one of those females who fucks a male then runs so he can’t find her again?” he whispered into her ear when he managed to turn her around and drop her back onto the floor.
Before she could focus to answer him, he’d grabbed her, wrapping his arm under her stomach and pulling her so she remained on all fours. Anna arched her back, her legs already spread far enough to allow a brief cool breeze to flow between her legs.
Her pussy was so soaked and burned furiously with need, and the cool breeze was a subtle attack she wasn’t ready for. When Rafe pressed the tip of his swollen cock at her entrance, she growled and purred at the same time.
“Well, are you?” he pressed.
This is what she’d seen in his eyes, a predator so intense, so powerful and dominating that falling in love with someone would terrify the crap out of him. It would mean letting go, allowing emotions that so easily could bring pain and uncertainty into his world. In order to handle the incredible emotion, he needed confirmation from her she wouldn’t hurt him. “No,” she murmured, and pushed her rear back.
Her maneuver was so close to being successful.
“You know this position well.” Rafe grabbed her hair, pulled just hard enough to cause her to look straight ahead then thrust deep inside her.
She bit her lip to prevent herself from screaming. Rafe filled her, impaling her soaked pussy and causing heat to explode over and over again deep in her womb. The pressure was too much. He needed to do it again, dive deep and pull back, repeating his actions so she could come.
Once again she rocked backward. Managing to pull him deep toward her womb when he’d tried to recede. Anna continued to rock, creating a momentum that was so close to what she needed.
Rafe bent over her, pressing his arm under her ribs as he nipped at her ear. “I’m going to fuck you, my little cat.”
“Damn good thing,” she tried to say, although all she managed to do was grunt.
“You aren’t here just for your own satisfaction this time.”
She didn’t quite get his meaning but nodded, ignoring her hair when it streamed over her face and clung to her damp skin.
“This is how you like to be fucked?” Rafe began thrusting, moving his hips so they pressed against her bottom as his cock slid against her smooth inner walls and stroked so many sensitive spots inside her.
Anna’s eyes rolled back in her head as she moaned. The purring sound, hereditary to jaguars, took the place of any answer she could have managed.
“Fucking doggy style, little cat?”
Ag
ain she purred, focusing on how thick and long his cock was. Rafe was hitting every spot inside her she ached to have touched.
“Do you ever take a male any other way?”
She barely heard him. The pressure was growing. With every thrust he moved her closer to the edge. In another minute she would be there, ready to explode.
Rafe pulled out and flipped her over so when she landed on her back, all the air flew out of her lungs. She stared up at him, bewildered for only a moment. Then a rush of grouchiness took over.
“I was so damn close,” she snarled, grabbing his shoulders when he positioned himself between her legs. She managed to dig into his flesh and hold on tight when he lowered himself over her.
Rafe didn’t tease her this time but slid deep inside her. Immediately he was fucking her harder, faster than he had when she’d been on all fours. With this angle he hit a different spot as he went deep. Anna peaked before she could enjoy the ride to the edge.
“Rafe,” she howled, no longer caring who might hear them beyond their cloth walls.
Different shades of warm colors exploded before her eyes. She held on to Rafe, coming hard enough she thought she might pass out. For a moment she worried she would. Worse yet, she decided she didn’t care. The incredible waves of pleasure washing over her were that strong and powerful.
Rafe lowered his mouth to hers, kissing her deeply, intimately as he slowed their lovemaking but continued to stroke and caress her with his cock. She ran her fingers over his shoulders. His skin was damp and warm, smooth and bulging with muscles.
His tongue moved in and out of her mouth as skillfully as his dick stroked her pussy. Anna had died and gone to heaven. How would she ever live without this male by her side, pleasing her like this daily?
“Anna,” Rafe whispered the moment he broke off their kiss.
She blinked, running her hands down his back as far as she could reach. Then lifting her legs, she wrapped them around his torso, again moving her hips to create a new rhythm. This time, instead of insisting he maintain control, Rafe grumbled, the sound raspy and coming from deep inside him.
She opened her eyes, pushing the warm colors that still swarmed around before her eyes out of the way so she could focus on his face. His expression was pinched. Black hair bordered his face. Every inch of him, down to the small scar on his chin, was the epitome of perfection.
“My little cat,” he murmured, his green eyes focusing on her.
“Rafe,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
“I want you to remember that.”
“Huh?” Her brain was mush, all of her defenses down.
Rafe’s body hardened and his muscles began quivering as he began a very intense, steady movement, gliding deep then pulling out. She watched his eyes glaze over and guessed he was as near the edge as she’d been earlier. If only she knew some incredible move to keep him right where he was. Anna saw clearly at this moment, with every bit of his emotions and feelings intensified, his defenses were as low as hers.
“Remember,” he grumbled.
“What?”
His gaze cleared although he didn’t stop shaking and his thrusts continued, deep and steady. Even as she knew he was preparing to come, her insides were once again searing with heady need. What she wouldn’t do to reach the spot where he was now so they could come together. Again, it frustrated her she wasn’t full of such knowledge to allow her to control their bodies and lovemaking in order to reach certain heights.
“You’re my cat,” he hissed, and his eyes fluttered shut.
Her insides tensed. His cat? As in really his cat?
Anna sucked in a deep breath, filled her lungs with the rich smell of their sex and fogged her mind with it. Already she fought for him, challenged any jaguar who growled too loudly at Rafe. They smelled mated and the jaguars in Colony had believed that they were. Having Rafe as her male, her cat, would make her life so complete.
But he hadn’t just asked her to mate with him. He said she was his cat. The darkening in his eyes was a mixture of strong emotions, muted by the thick aroma of their lovemaking. Rafe was trying to howl how he felt. Yet he wasn’t able to go all the way and voice what should be said. Maybe Anna would have to meet him halfway. She would have to demand the mating.
There was only one thing to do. Rafe had no problem laying his demands before her. As she studied his features, watched as a small muscle next to his mouth twitched when he pressed his lips together, concentrating and more than likely enjoying the hell out of how she felt wrapped around his cock, she didn’t see or smell any worry, concern or fear of her denying his request.
“Rafe,” she whispered, and moved her hand to the side of his head to stroke his damp hair away from his face. “You’re my jaguar.”
His eyes were glowing with near satisfaction when he stared down at her. Apparently, looking at her was all the answer he would give.
She spit the words out, saying them so fast she feared he wouldn’t understand what she said. Her heart began pounding too hard in her chest and she fought to catch her breath.
Rafe didn’t appear to notice how uttering those three small words affected her. He lowered his mouth to hers and nipped at her lower lip. A rough growl erupted when he tasted where she’d bitten her lip earlier. She felt his chest vibrate, and once again her nipples turned tender and excited as a fluttering grew in her tummy.
She’d said this much and he hadn’t balked. His cock was still hard, swollen and successfully managing to build the pressure she craved so desperately.
“You’re not going to touch another female again.”
This time he did focus on her. Rafe raised his head, his attention shifting around her face as he studied her. Anna wouldn’t let embarrassment or humiliation consume her. Especially when she meant it. Maybe she’d decided to distract him so he couldn’t come as easily, just as he’d done her. But she hadn’t uttered lies. In fact, she wanted him to swear to her right now he would agree to her terms.
She didn’t break away. Anna continued to stare deep into his eyes. Their traditions foretold the VicMorans would have a place in their history. As well as having already established a domination by being one of the first litters. To the best of her knowledge, and she’d been a cub right alongside his litter, there were no other VicMorans running anywhere around these mountains or in the rainforests of Costa Rica. Both of Rafe’s littermates were mated. Rafe was the last single male. Now with the traditions and laws once again in the jaguars’ possession, it had become common knowledge how powerful his litter would be.
Anna didn’t like the smell of being the center of attention or having something expected from her when she wasn’t sure what that might be. She’d really only spent time with Rafe since moving to Guarida, but he wasn’t the type of male who tried to fight to be top alpha either. He didn’t need a false high to know how good he was. His silent, commanding presence made it all clear. The way he attacked without hesitating when done wrong, showed her everything she needed to know. When he’d leapt to her defense, pointing out that she should breathe in deeper, smell Naria’s true scent when Anna hadn’t smelled it in her kitchen, Rafe had shown her to what level he truly cared. His actions made it clear how much he cared about her.
It didn’t surprise her when he didn’t howl his response. Rafe reacted only a moment after she’d uttered her ultimatum. In spite of the many thoughts bombarding her brain, Anna accepted that truth when he grabbed her hair, pulling her head off the ground, and devoured her mouth with a hungry growl. At the same time he began fucking her with a new level of energy she was surprised he still possessed.
He brought her to the edge. This time there was no teasing or tormenting along the way. Anna reached her climax and exploded without hesitation. At the same time, Rafe swelled inside her, thrusting again and again as he released all he had deep inside her. She wasn’t anywhere near going into heat, which was a damn good thing. As hot and powerful as their lovemaking had just been, if she’d
even been close to her time, it wouldn’t have surprised her if he’d impregnated her.
She floated from her orgasm, every inch of her tingling as she slowly went limp underneath him. Rafe shifted his hold, now cradling her head as he kept her close to his face and slowed his movement. Their bodies slid against each other, and for the first time Anna noticed how tangled and twisted the blankets were around their legs.
“Mine,” Rafe grumbled, and rubbed his jaw against her face, scraping her flesh with his unshaven face.
Anna was sure she responded, but for the life of her wasn’t sure what she said in return. She was grinning when her eyes fluttered shut, and although she told herself she wouldn’t fall back asleep, she was out within the next few minutes.
Chapter Ten
Fresh, cold mountain water flowed through the rocks into large barrels. Rafe stood on a hard, smooth rock, watching females keep their young cubs herded alongside them as they headed around a flat boulder and into a smaller cave where apparently all females bathed. Anna had disappeared on him a few minutes ago, carrying folded clean clothes she’d found in the pile of items left for them.
The jaguars here believed the newly found laws and traditions were being brought to Colony. That quite possibly may have happened if David Hunter had pulled off his mad scheme. The knowledge Anna’s older littermate’s dishonorable actions were honored by those living up here explained some of the unique smells he’d detected since arriving. How had Naria put it? The blind were following the ignorant? He doubted Natasha would have made the jaguars here aware that the laws and traditions would have come to Colony through force and the death of many jaguars in the rain forest.
The laws and traditions were for all jaguars. Anyone possessing and reading them then refusing to let others do the same would be breaking the laws as they were written. His litter, as well as the many other litters spending time with the ancient writings in Guarida, was trying to understand how the many laws were originally howled. No one was preventing anyone who wished to enter the gathering den from seeing the ancient documents and sniffing them out thoroughly. There wasn’t a jaguar in the rain forest who believed the VicMoran litter or any other jaguar spending time with the laws and traditions was doing anything dishonorable.
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