Sanika was still glaring at him.
Balam glanced once more at the other man. “What’s your name?”
“Karrak.”
Balam nodded. “You are to be the next avatar?”
Karrak nodded his head once.
“There are things you must know, things only I can teach you, only I can impart to you. It will be necessary for me to touch you.”
Karrak bared his teeth. “I’d rather rip out your throat.”
Anger flared. “Listen, boy. You no longer belong to yourself. The goddess requires I give this knowledge to you. Explain to her why you do not want it.” He stepped back and pointed toward the inner cave. “Follow the path to the left. There is a very small cave where you can meditate.”
“He’s still bleeding,” Sanika interjected.
“So am I,” Balam countered as he wiped blood from his upper arm. “He won’t die. The sooner I can teach him what he needs to know, the sooner we can leave for my village.”
Sanika drew herself up to her full height. She barely reached his chin. “I haven’t said I’d go with you.”
His snarl blew wisps of hair off her face. “You are mine.”
She jabbed her finger into his chest. “I belong to me.”
Balam dropped his hands to his sides and fisted them. How was it this one small woman could ravage his emotions the way a hurricane ravaged the land! He glanced back at the other man.
Arms crossed over his chest, Karrak smirked at him. “Can’t you control your woman?”
Before Balam could retort, Sanika rounded on Karrak. “His woman? His woman! I am no man’s woman, cat-man. I do as I please. No man commands me.”
Muttering to herself, Sanika stomped across the cave to the sleeping mat. “Arrogant, self-centered, pompous -- cats! No wonder their females do not stay with them. No female would live with such conceit!” When Sanika reached the mat, she flopped down and glared at Balam. “And I want some clothing.” With those words she turned her back on both of them.
Whimpering, the ocelot cubs snuggled against her stomach. She pulled both of them into her arms.
As Sanika stared into the light still coming through the hole in the cave wall, her shoulders drooped. By all the gods, she was tired. Cuddling the cubs against her chest, she closed her eyes. The cubs’ soft purring lulled her to sleep.
“Does she sleep?”
Balam started out of his contemplation of Sanika and glared at Karrak. “Sanika is none of your concern.”
Karrak shrugged, shifted his weight, and winced when the dull ache in his thigh was replaced by a stab of pain. Amazingly, the wound had already stopped bleeding. “I only ask because she looks unwell.”
Balam turned his back on Karrak and walked over to Sanika. “I care for her. Go to the cavern. The goddess waits.”
Karrak looked from Balam to the opening that led to the inner cavern and swallowed the trepidation that surged upward from his stomach. He looked once more at Balam, but the other man was kneeling next to the sleeping woman.
Taking a deep breath, Karrak crossed the cave and stepped through the doorway. He’d vowed to avenge the death of his mother -- somehow.
Balam brushed the hair out of Sanika’s face. As he had for the previous four nights, Balam lay down at her side and gathered her into his arms.
The cubs snuggled up against both of them.
Chapter 9
Sanika awoke shivering.
Rubbing her arms, she sat up and looked around. A burning torch was wedged between two rocks, and a fire burned in a pit near the wall. Neither Balam nor the cubs were anywhere in sight. A small part of her mind wondered about Karrak, but a gust of wind rolled in through the hole in the wall, circling the fire and carrying the rich odor of roasting meat to her.
Her stomach rumbled.
She rose and grabbed one of the sticks. Blowing on the meat, she turned toward the outer cave. Biting into a chunk, she rolled it around in her open mouth as she sucked in air to cool her burned tongue, then walked to the cave’s entrance, and stepped outside. Cool morning air raised bumps on her arms and legs. Her nipples pebbled as she shivered.
Small rocks rattled down the mountainside, and she looked up.
On a stone shelf above the doorway lay a black jaguar. After a slow yawn, it stood, stretched, then jumped off the ledge. A waterfall of black mist formed and cascaded down the mountainside. In seconds Balam stood before her.
“You’re awake. Good.” He squatted and lifted a flat chunk of bark piled high with fruit. “I thought you might like something other than meat to eat.”
Smiling, she stepped to his side. “You have papaya?”
Balam nodded. “And mango and nance.” He held out a richly colored fruit.
Sanika grabbed it and took a bite. Juice trickled from between her lips. “Ummmmmm.” Sticking her tongue out, she licked the nectar from the corner of her mouth. Then she closed her eyes as she clamped her teeth down and sucked the sweet liquid into her mouth.
When Sanika’s pink tongue darted out of her mouth, Balam’s stomach tightened. When she started sucking on the fleshy papaya, his cock jerked and began to stiffen. To have that pink tongue licking his body!
“Mmmmmmm. So sweet. Thank you.” Sanika opened her eyes, wiped some nectar from her chin, and sucked the sweetness from her fingers.
A strangled snarl from Balam pulled her attention to him. He was gripping the chunk of bark so tightly that his knuckles were white.
Sanika lifted her gaze to his face.
His eyes sparkled with green fire.
He shifted, and Sanika dropped her gaze.
His cock jutted out before him.
For the first time, she got a clear look at it in the light of day. It was covered with bumps. “What happened to you? Are you in pain?” She fell to her knees before him and reached out to touch him. “I’ve been trained in the use of herbs for all types of maladies. Please, let me help you.”
Sanika stroked his penis, gently probing one bump after another. They were hard, not pus filled. Relieved, she sighed mentally -- no infection. Insect bites? She bent over and looked closer.
Balam groaned as gentle fingers caressed him. When her warm breath swirled and danced around his cock, the bark tray clattered to the ground. Fruit bounced and rolled in all directions as he braced his hands on her shoulders. “There’s nothing wrong with me. A jaguar’s sexual organ is covered with tiny hooks to stimulate the female when he mounts her. In my human form, the hooks become these bumps.”
A shiver twirled around Sanika’s spine as she slid her fingers along his cock’s bumpy surface. These were natural? Her nipples tightened more, this time not from the cold. To have this cock buried deep inside of her, all these bumps rubbing against her tender skin. Heat pooled in her groin.
His hands tightened on her shoulders, and Sanika glanced up.
Balam’s eyes were closed, his nostrils flared, his body stiff.
Licking her bottom lip, Sanika slid her fingers down along his bumpy cock to its base. His sac was drawn up against his body, hard and tight.
Moisture seeped between her thighs.
A bead of moisture glistened on the tip of his cock.
Sanika leaned forward and tongued the drop. Then she opened her mouth, closed her lips around the entire head, and sucked as much of him into her mouth as she could.
All the air left Balam’s lungs at once, and she smiled to herself. She licked her way down the underside of his erection, sucked his balls into her mouth one at a time, and then tongued the top side of his cock from its base to the tip. Reaching down, she lifted the papaya that lay by her knee, broke it open, and rubbed the juicy fruit all over his penis, then she again sucked it into her mouth.
“Ahhh.” His hips jerked and he buried his hands in her hair.
As her fingers and tongue caressed and swirled, his balls tightened, drawing even closer to his body. Groaning, he grabbed her shoulders and pulled his cock out of her mouth.
Startled, she looked up. “Don’t you like…”
His face was strained, his teeth clenched. “Too much. If you suck on me any longer, I’ll empty myself in your mouth.”
A slow, sultry smile meandered onto Sanika’s lips. “I promise you, I’ll enjoy it as much as you will.”
He shook his head and pulled her to her feet. “No. Not here. Inside.”
Sanika tilted her head to the side and smiled. If he wanted to go inside, so be it. The stone she’d been kneeling on was cold and hard. “Very well.” She sauntered past him to the cave’s mouth. Stopping, she looked over her shoulder. “Don’t forget the fruit.”
Balam locked his gaze on her plump buttocks. His cock jerked. To have those firm, round globes in his hands. To spread them, massage them as he pumped into her from behind…
Her voice penetrated his fantasy. “Balam?”
He wrenched his gaze to her face.
“Don’t forget the papayas and mangos.”
She disappeared into the cave.
His mind struggled to comprehend what she’d said. “What? You want fruit? Now!”
Her voice floated out of the cave. “Yes.”
“Why?”
Silence answered him.
A frustrated roar escaped his throat as he scrambled to find the red and yellow globes. What in all the hells did she want food for now that she had him primed enough to ride her until she screamed her orgasm to the sun? Cradling the half dozen pieces he’d found against his chest, he stalked after her.
Inside the cave, Sanika knelt on the bedding. She’d heard his roar. Was teasing a man who was half-jaguar an intelligent thing to do?
The red light from the fire and torch illuminated Balam’s tense body as he stalked across the cave to her side. His cock seemed even larger in the dimmer light.
His words came out with a snarl. “You wanted this?” He dropped the fruit he’d found onto the mat.
The cubs had been curled in a corner sleeping. His snarl had them scurrying outside.
Sanika swallowed once. He sounded angry and frustrated. A jaguar was a dangerous animal. She shivered, but… he had saved her life, and she knew deep in her soul that he would never hurt her. Her breath caught. To mold that danger into passion…
Laughter danced in her voice. “Thank you.” Lifting a mango, she took a bite.
Balam fisted his hands so that he didn’t grab her, throw her onto her back, and ram himself inside of her. How could she take him into her mouth like that and now just sit here and eat!
A soft sound drew his attention back to Sanika. “This is very sweet, Balam. Do shape shifters eat fruit?” As she spoke, she dragged the partially eaten mango down her breast to her nipple, which she circled -- slowly. Then she did the same on the other breast.
“Will you like this, Balam?” She slid the fruit down across her stomach, down across her hairless mons, down between her legs to her woman’s lips. All the time, her gaze remained on his face.
As Balam watched, her hand moved between her legs, and she began to stroke herself. With a low moan, she tilted her head back and spread her thighs wider. Her hips jerked, once, twice. She moaned again.
Balam’s breath exploded from his lungs. With a low growl, he dropped to her side. “Don’t stop. I want to watch.”
Her breath caught in her throat. “Watch then.” Remaining on her knees, she spread them wider apart, arched her back slightly, and leaned back against the smooth rock behind her. “Watch me. Watch me sweeten myself for you.”
As Balam watched, she rubbed and twisted and pushed the mango between her legs, pausing at times to slide it back up her body to her nipples. Her sighs and moans increased. Her hips began to gyrate slowly.
As his erection became more painfully hard, he inhaled deeply. The scent of the sugary nectar mixed with the scent of her arousal.
Locked in a sexual frenzy, the jaguar in his soul roared and fought to take control of his body.
Balam fought down the attack and concentrated on the way Sanika slid her hand between her legs. “How does it feel?”
“Hmmmmmm. Wet. Slippery.” She cupped her breast. Her nipples seemed even more red. Her hips began to twist faster. “I… can’t… wait. Eat me… Balam. Lap all the… sweetness from… me.
Exploding into motion, Balam lifted Sanika only to lay her flat on the mats. He pulled the fruit out of her hand and threw it across the cave. “I will suck every single drop of nectar from you.” Bending between her widespread thighs, he covered her mons with his mouth, sucking and lapping, swallowing every drop of juice that he found.
Sanika moaned. Her nipples hurt and heat rolled in her belly. When Balam’s rough tongue began to lap her clit and lips, she fisted her hands in his hair and screamed. Then he sucked her clit into his mouth, delicately rubbing the side of a sharp tooth against it.
Her muscles clenched.
He slipped his tongue deep inside of her and swirled it all around.
“Ahh. Ahh.” Arching, she pushed her lips closer to his mouth. He knew just how hard to lick with that wonderful abrasive tongue.
“More, more. Oh, yes. Please, yes.”
As he lapped her tender clit with his rough tongue, Sanika let go of his hair, palmed her breasts, then squeezed her nipples.
He massaged the opening to her anus with a slippery finger.
Heat burned between her legs, and her moisture rolled down the insides of her thighs. “Now! Balam! Now!”
He swiped his rough tongue over the sensitive lump of flesh between her legs one last time, and she exploded into a million pieces.
Nostrils flaring as he sucked in the scent of her passion, Balam watched as Sanika writhed and moaned. His cock throbbed. His balls had never ached so much. He had to be inside of her. Before she stopped shaking from her orgasm, he nudged her thighs wider with his knees and rubbed his erection against her wet crotch. Bending his head, he licked the juice from her nipples. Never again would he question her desire for fruit.
The first swipe of Balam’s rough tongue on her sensitive nipples had Sanika moaning again. She opened her eyes and watched as he lapped and suckled first one nipple then the other. She’d already experienced the most wonderful orgasm of her life, and his cock hadn’t even entered her yet. Lifting her arms above her head, she arched her hips against his.
“Please. I need your cock inside of me. Deep inside.”
Balam lifted his head from her breasts and stared down into her passion-clouded eyes. “You are more beautiful than the sleekest jaguar, more beautiful than any other woman.”
As his words penetrated her passion-fogged brain, Sanika focused on his heavily lidded eyes, his very green, very human eyes -- total honesty mixed with hot passion. Stark need mixed with eager hope. His soul was bare for her to see.
Tears welled in her eyes. Her heart seemed to shudder then melt. This was a man she could love until her dying day.
Lowering his head, he captured her mouth and kissed her, gently at first, then more urgently. When he lifted his head, he looked into her eyes. “Do you want me, Sanika? Do you need me as much as I need you?”
“Yes, Balam, yes. Please. I must have you inside of me. Hard. Deep.”
Balam felt his heart clench. Did she want him for himself? Or just for the satisfaction his body could give hers?
“Why?”
She moaned. “You are the only man who can make me happy.”
Balam shook his head and tried to think, but the jaguar in his soul was now firmly in control. His mate lay beneath him, open, willing. His cock and balls burned with need. Still, he fought his primal instincts. He must know that Sanika would accept him for what he was -- not quite human. Reaching up, he clasped both her wrists in one hand. The other braced his body above hers. He dragged his tongue across both her breasts then looked up into her face. “Do you accept me as I am -- half-man, half-jaguar? Will you bear my children, children that will be able to change their shapes as I do?”
Joy welled in
her soul. He wanted her, only her. And there would be children.
Moaning, she arched her hips against him and nodded. “Please, Balam, I ache for you -- only for you.”
Sweat beaded on his brow as he rubbed his cock against her hairless folds. His voice vibrated with emotion. “Say it. You must say it.”
Sanika stilled, blinked, focused.
Balam’s eyes were pools of dark fire, daring, commanding, demanding that she answer him. He had more arrogance than any man she’d ever met. He was a man like no other, and she wanted no other.
Deep within her heart, warmth erupted and overwhelmed her. Love blossomed. Sanika looked deep into his eyes. Without him, her life was incomplete.
“Yes, Balam, I accept you and any children we may have, no matter what animal you turn into.”
A triumphant roar echoed around the cave as Balam thrust himself in deeply. Then, after giving her time to adjust to his size, he began to move, slowly at first then more rapidly. His thrusts were long then short, smooth then jerky. He twisted his hips first one way then the other. All the while, the bumps on his cock rolled and slid against her, rubbing and massaging.
Moaning, Sanika lifted her hips to meet each of his thrusts. She longed to wrap her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, but he held her wrists with his hands and her thighs imprisoned with his, her body taut beneath his as he rode her hips, relentlessly pumping himself into her willing flesh.
“How does my cock feel, Sanika? Tell me.” He lapped her nipple with his tongue. “Does it satisfy you?”
“Yesss. You are so hard. So thick.” She shuddered. That tongue. That wonderfully abrasive tongue.
Another thrust. Another twist of his hips.
“Do I satisfy you?”
“Yes, more than any other man ever could.” She lifted her head and nuzzled his mouth. “Kiss me. Give me your mouth.”
Releasing her wrists, Balam bracketed her head with his hands and covered her mouth with his. Resting most of his weight on his forearms, he thrust his hips harder, deeper.
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