Juanty's Hope

by T C Underwood

  “Thank you. I hope you are right.”

  Johnathon released Juanty and hugged his mother. “Mom, we need to go find Zaire. Will you be OK here with the baby?” She looked up at her handsome son and let out a half-smile.

  “Of course, I will, son. You two go find her and bring her back safe.”

  ***

  The music was in full effect, and the crowd was hooked on Pearl’s rendition of “Reunited” by Peaches and Herb. She had somehow gotten a hold of the karaoke mica and went to work. Zaire could still hear everyone enjoying the house warming party she was now ruining for the hosts. She wanted to be happy for her sister and her new mate, but the day had not turned out as planned. She couldn’t believe Dalia was there. Even more important, it seemed she was the last to know.

  Anger continued to make its way into her heart. She knew she would have to face the elephant in the room sooner or later, but today was not that day. She decided to stay in her human form to walk the trail and take a much-needed moment to enjoy the crisp air. She would climb a tree or two later and possibly eat before heading back, but for now, she just took deep, calming breaths and focused on the beauty surrounding her. She was just about to woosah when she noticed a dark figure looming in the distance. She could tell he was nude, but could not see his face. Her insides became like jello. She felt jittery and moisture formed at her core. She took a step forward, and it was as if the stranger vanished into thin air. Surely, her mind was playing tricks on her. And what a trick. She could barely formulate a coherent thought. The figment of her imagination was a sight to behold, but oddly familiar at the same time.

  She looked in every direction she could find and saw nothing. Realizing she was probably just being silly, she continued on the trail towards the waterfall. Juanty often bragged about how gorgeous the area was. She slowly made her way up the trail, letting her mind wander. A sense of peace began to take over. She continued walking until she heard leaves crunching nearby. She swung around to where the noise was coming from, but again, saw nothing. A familiar fragrance descended upon her nostrils, and she spun again, only this time, she was sure there was someone there. Someone she could never forget.

  The figment dropped down from the tree she was standing under and stood there in all his perfect glory. He was tall. Very tall. About 6’9, and as dark as night. His teeth were perfectly aligned, and his smile, which he just so happened to be flashing, was panty-dropping worthy, just as she remembered. He smelled of Earth and mint. He was as masculine as any man could be, and Zaire loved looking at every inch of his virile demeanor.

  If her heart was still beating, she could not tell. She was in utter shock. Just when she thought she had seen it all today, another blast from the past surfaced. Twice in one day? Surely, she would wake up soon and have a good laugh about all of this before going back to her fulfilling single life as a business owner and protector of her sisters.

  “Amare. My love. I have traveled a long way to find you. You are still beautiful. Just as I knew you would be.” His voice was deep and rich, and with each syllable, Ziare’s yoni trembled, causing the threat of a flash flood.

  She stood, frozen in time, unable to articulate years of emotions that were bottled up inside of her. Her breathing became labored, and she thought she would collapse, and then he was on her, his mouth pressed to hers, his tongue demanding that she let go of the hurt that had enslaved her all these years. She fought against him. There was no way this man could just drop from a tree and back into her life without a fight.

  She kicked her legs as he lifted her off the ground and into his massive arms. The long, wool, A-line skirt she was wearing was now up around her waist. She wore no undergarments because her species did not get cold, and as much as she hunted, she found that clothes were bothersome. The less material she had to shed, the better. Of course, at the moment, she wished she had tripled up on layers since her legs just seemed to involuntarily wrap around his waist. Fuck. She clawed at his back, but that had little effect on him. He was relentless in his sexual assault, and she should have been ready to attack, but she had never been more turned on in her life.

  She gave up, giving back all he was unleashing onto her. Holding her up against the same tree he had fallen from, he grabbed his heavy cock and placed it at her core. Her entire body shook with anticipation of feeling this man she thought about every day of her life since they’d met. He sank deep within her until he could go no further. She let out a garbled yowl and sank her sharp, extended fangs into his shoulder. She was threatening to shift, but his strokes were coming so fast, she only had time to rest her head on the tree, and hold on for dear life.

  He was frantic inside of her as if he were desperate to show her his feelings. The thought made her groan while her body enjoyed the delicious agony he was unleashing. She felt the flash flood that she had held back earlier come crashing to the surface. Her juices gushed all over the ground. Everywhere that their bodies touched sent hot currents to her pearl, causing a new wave to form and crash. Her body shook as she let her orgasm overpower her sense of reasoning. She could feel his body tense up, and his seed shoot out in hot bursts. Tears fell, and she fought for her breath.

  Once she could move, she let her legs fall back to the Earth. They both stood motionless, holding each other, not knowing what to do or say next. Zaire finally opened her eyes and nearly choked on her next breath. The man holding her, shielding her body, turned his head to see what had caused Zaire to stiffen. Juanty and Johnathon were standing with the same shocked look on their faces.

  “Uh, we didn’t mean…” Juanty stuttered.

  “Yeah, uh, we heard noises.” Juanty squeezed Johnathon’s hand.

  “We thought you may have needed help, but we can clearly see you are in good dick— I MEAN, HANDS!” Juanty didn’t know whether to cover her mouth or her eyes or both. The man growled and shifted into a huge, black and white tiger and darted out of sight. Zaire hissed at the two and shifted herself. She headed in the direction of the tiger.

  “Well, that went well.” Johnathon rocked on his heels, completely embarrassed by what they had apparently interrupted.

  “I don’t know what to say,” Juanty said with her mouth gaped open.

  “I won’t tell if you won’t.”

  “Mums the word.” She locked her lips with her imaginary key, then threw it away. “I have a feeling things are about to get very interesting around here.”

  “So do me.” Johnathon grabbed his soon-to-be bride around the waist and whispered in her ear. “Why don’t we see just how interesting things can get?”

  Juanty laughed. “Johnathon, you know we have a party to get back to.”

  He kissed his love on the tip of her nose and cupped her yoni in the palm of his hand.

  “Baby, the party is right here.”

  Juanty gave him a coy smile. “Well, let’s dance.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  The house warming was a major success. Everyone had a great time, and even Juanty had managed to relax and enjoy the festivities once she decided she would see Zaire the next day for a much-needed conversation. After their guests left, she packed a small bag for Olivia, and Melody took her home for a fun-filled night of dancing and Dr. Seuss. While Juanty cleaned the downstairs, Johnathon rushed upstairs to get everything ready for the night’s events.

  Two hours later, the ambiance was set. Sweet-smelling candles filled their bedroom, along with red rose petals. Sade softly played in the background. Champagne and an array of fruits and chocolates to complement sat on a nearby table. Johnathon wanted everything to be perfect for the special occasion, and he did not disappoint. The only thing missing was his beautiful Juanty.

  He laid back onto the soft pillows, put his hands behind his head, and waited patiently for her to come out of the en suite. When she did, he was speechless. He sat up and worshipped her beauty. She donned a black leather and lace corset with matching panties. Her curly hair had grown long since the day they’d met, an
d was almost touching her shoulders. She wore a diamond pin to clip back one side of her hair, and her face was free of makeup, exposing her natural beauty. Her skin was flawless, and he couldn’t wait to touch every inch of it.

  She walked over and stood at the foot of the bed. She was shaking, and Johnathon scooted to the edge and wrapped his arms around her waist.

  “I am so nervous,” she whispered.

  “The last time you were nervous before we made love, it was because you thought you were going to kill me. Our bonding ritual is not going to put me in a coma, is it, baby?”

  Juanty giggled. “No.”

  “Turn me into a frog?”

  “No.”

  “Make me go up in flames?”

  “Maybe.” He raised an eyebrow. She laughed, and he grabbed her, falling back onto the fresh sheets and covering him with her body.

  “Whatever is about to happen, we will experience it together, and afterward, we will be mated forever.” Johnathon was confident and sexy.

  “Forever, baby. That means you will only desire me, and I you. We will not be able to be apart from each other for long. It will make us weak. Human. Oh, and I will go into heat shortly afterward, and we can get to work on those five babies you were talking about before. I know this is a lot to take in. So much has happened already. If you have any reservations, we don’t have to—”

  Johnathon cut off her nonsense by kissing her reassuringly, and she melted into his arms. He was beyond ready for her to be his mate, and refused to wait another second. Without releasing her lips, he found the zipper to her corset and pulled until the material fell forward. Then, he reached for the skimpy lace material that barely covered her precious treasure. Before he could slip his fingers underneath the garment, she snaked down his body until her face was even with his package.

  “Baby, what are you doing?” His expression was one of shock.

  She looked up at him with lust-filled eyes. “Baby, in order for the bond to happen, we have to exchange both DNA and blood. I can think of no better way to get your DNA. Can you?”

  “Nope!” He kept his eyes on her while she let her hand travel to the nest of curls that surrounded his thick shaft. She eased her hand around his girth, and he let out a deep breath. She inhaled his arousal and felt wetness settle between her legs. She placed her tongue at the tip of the head and licked the pre-cum that glistened there.

  “You taste good, baby.” She let her lips lightly suction his erection. She took a deep breath, and without warning, let her mouth coast down his long cock. When she made it to the base, he grabbed the sheets and squeezed as hard as he could, trying to hold on to whatever control he could. A deep growl escaped his throat.

  She pulled up, causing him to spring from her mouth. “Oops, did I forget to tell you, Iluma women have no gag reflexes?”

  “YES!” he grunted. This woman was going to be the death of him.

  She saw the control she possessed over him, and that spurred her on. She sucked him back in until he disappeared in her mouth, and up and down she went, massaging, sucking and licking him into submission. He was at her mercy, utterly helpless. Her warmth surrounded him as she worked him frantically, using her hands to provide a twisting sensation. He tried his best to prolong the inevitable. He did not want this moment to end, but the sounds, stimulation, passion, and skill was all too much. He could hold back no longer. His seed was intense, shooting from his loins in long, heated spurts. She never stopped her onslaught, taking everything he had to give, and swallowing it until he was done.

  The sheets were ripped to shreds, and he looked at her with bewilderment. He was totally caught up and had more love for this woman than he knew what to do with. He grabbed her under her arms and pulled her up to face him.

  “I love you.” His blue eyes were sincere.

  “I love you,” she whispered back.

  She was now straddling him, his erection begging for more. She lifted herself into position, and he drove himself between her wet folds. She was tight and hot, and he thought he very well might go up in flames.

  The two moved in perfect rhythm. She tilted her head back, barely able to handle his expanding length. The torture was sweet, and she let herself go, drifting into a place of ecstasy. He sat up and joined her, making love to her as only he could.

  “Baby, are you ready?” he asked.

  She could not respond. He needed to read her mind. He concentrated and heard her gently say, now.

  Instinctively, he knew what to do. He let his teeth descend into the sharp canines he had grown accustomed to using. She did the same. He took her breast into his mouth and gently sucked the nipple. When he was ready, he bit down, causing her tangy blood to fill his mouth.

  “OH, GOD!” she screamed. The feeling was overwhelming, and waves of pleasure engulfed her body while her mate thrust inside of her. She sank her fangs into his shoulder and drank while wave after wave overtook her. Her juices squirted with each contraction, and she was so dizzy, she thought she might black out. She dislodged her fangs, kissed his wound to stop the bleeding, and rested her head on his shoulder. That was when she noticed her mate was just as breathless and disoriented as she.

  “Jay, I think I’m high,” he slurred.

  “As a Georgia pine,” she mumbled back.

  “Is that what bonding with your true mate is all about?”

  “Yup.”

  “Now I get how I can spend a lifetime desiring you and no one else. There is no one else that can make me feel this way. That was incredible, baby. You are incredible. We have to do it like that every single time.”

  She chuckled and gently kissed his lips. “And every single night,” she whispered.

  He held her in his arms and pulled her down to lay beside him. She closed her eyes and rested in the arms of the man she knew she would love forever.

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