[Project Nemesis] Jungle Fever (8 page)

            It made the
breath catch in her chest, made her pulse quicken through her veins.  She’d
seen everything they had to offer each time they shifted back to human form and
stood there, naked for all to see.  They were truly beautiful.  She could feel
arousal start to burn low in her belly, but she tried to ignore it, since she
knew that she couldn´t act on it.

            Remy was a dark
blond, his hair burnished bronze in the fiery light of the sunset, he had a
shaggy cut that framed his gorgeous face to perfection.  His eyes, she thought,
were green, but he had this sultry stare that did crazy things to her insides.  His
eyelids were perpetually half-closed, he should have looked odd, either that or
as though he needed to wear glasses, but he didn´t, it gave him this moody edge
that made her want to jump him.  His chin was stubbled, his jaw strong, but it
was softened by the two dimples that appeared whenever he joked with Rafael.  His
body was stocky but muscular, he looked strong.

            Rafael was
leaner, his muscles just as pronounced, but his body looked perfect for
running.  He had the look and moves of someone who’d been through military
training—Armando too, for that matter.  Although his muscles weren´t huge, he
still had massive biceps and the most gorgeous six-pack she’d ever seen in her life.
 His hips and waist were cut and framed his cock magnificently.  He had spooky
golden eyes that matched his cat, they followed her eerily at times, but they
burned with passion.  He was tall and rangy, which added to her theory that he
looked like a runner--he was head taller than her at least.

            Armando was the
coldest of the three, but somehow it made him all the more intriguing.  She
thought his standoffishness had something to do with the scars.  They were a
reminder of what was probably a bad time in his life, she doubted the physical
remains of that time, i.e. the scars, were the problem, it was the cause and
source of them that probably hurt.  He had olive toned skin, and light brown
hair and eyes.  He was tall and rangy too, but his body was strong and
powerful.  He looked like a swimmer, no fat on any inch of him.

            All three of them
were beautiful, Remy the boxer, Rafa the runner and Armando the swimmer.  She´d
never felt this way about one man before, never mind three.  But she couldn´t
help it, she felt like a moth fluttering towards their flame, it was
instinctive and primal, and even scarier because of that.  She had to fight it,
she had no choice.  Yvonne knew, however, that it wouldn´t be easy.

            “Hey!  Caught in
the act,
chérie
!  She was checking out my ass, guys,” Remy grinned and
winked at her, then gestured ´fuck you´ at Rafael with his hand.

            She could feel
her cheeks burn up in embarrassment, which compounded her guilt.  She
had
been checking out his ass, it was a mighty fine one too!  She knew that she
couldn´t touch, but there was nothing that said she couldn´t look!  No matter
how much she longed to just sleep and rest, she knew that she had to get away
from them before she lost her head.

            Armando glared at
her, but he said briskly, “Stop pissing about, Remy.  I´ll build a fire, she´ll
freeze otherwise, her clothes are soaked.  Take off your boots before your feet
blister.”

            Yvonne couldn´t
help but be pleased that they wanted to take care of her, but then they needed
her to be alive and well, didn´t they if they were going to use her as a
ransom?  It wasn´t for her, it was for the hostage.  They´d have done it for
anyone.

            “Rafe, you go out
and find something to eat.  Find our little Vegan some fruit if you can.  I
thought I saw some trees by the river.  Remy make sure we weren´t followed.  Check
the perimeter, I don´t feel like fighting again tonight.”

            “Yes, boss,” Remy
saluted him sarcastically, “Come on Rafe, shift your ass.”

            No matter how
dour Armando was, she couldn´t help but feel attracted to him.  The wounds he
suffered inside called out to her—a kindred spirit who she empathized with.  He
was so intense, but graceful at the same time.  Each movement was light, every
action well-planned, he was always on alert.  Even making the fire, she knew
that his attention was split between her, his task, and the exterior of the cave;
he was ready for any attack.

            That attention to
detail made her feel protected, but she also recognized that this was a perfect
time to escape them while they were separated.  She had to get away from them,
before she became too involved.  The feelings they inspired in her were new and
scary, and she didn´t relish falling in love with three men, only for them to
dump her later on when they could escape the island.  She knew it wouldn´t take
much for her to make that drop into love.

            As tough as she
pretended to be, her heart was tender and vulnerable.

            Yvonne recognized
the danger, and knew that she had to act before she lost her heart to the three
men that had captured her.  She would have been terrified had she been feeling
this way about just one of them, but to feel it about all three, what was that
about?  Whatever it was, she knew that she had to nip it in the bud
immediately.

            Her only option
was to seduce him and then maybe hit him on the head with one of the rocks that
littered the cave floor when he was reaching his climax.  She quashed the guilt
that she already felt, but knew that she
would
seduce him.  If she
succeeded in her attempt to incapacitate him, then this could be the very last
time that she saw him.

            Despite herself,
she couldn´t help but feel upset about that possibility.  Something deep inside
her recognized that Remy, Rafael, and Armando were special.  But she had to get
away from them.  She knew that as soon as she returned back to her men, she would
lie and say that she was ill, she couldn´t take part in the project again.

            No way, no how.  She
would just have to bargain with the IRS and say that she had no means to pay
the debt.  She didn´t relish the thought, but she refused to be a party to the scientists
here on the island fucking with nature.

            First things
first, she had to escape.  She´d never been particularly good at seduction, in
fact she´d never successfully seduced anyone.  She supposed that she had to
hope that the pheromone did more than half the work!  She was so used to being
the strong one, and never showing anyone any weakness that she was unsure of
what to do, she knew that she had to revert to the female side of her, which
was a lot harder than she thought.

            Clearing her
throat, she asked huskily, “Armando?” She walked over to him, placed a hand on
his shoulder and squeezed gently, then felt herself sigh in relief as his
shoulder tensed abruptly, then relaxed just as suddenly.

            “What?” he said,
his eyes on his task.  She stroked his shoulder, felt the muscles bunch
slightly, so she continued to touch his back and rub his tense muscles.  “Be
careful,
chica,
you´re playing with fire,” he warned.  The fresh lit
fire flickered light across his face, making him look intensely sexy.

            She swallowed,
hard, feeling aroused already before they’d even begun.  “I know.  So are you,”
she answered quietly.  His head spun around and he looked at her intently for a
few seconds, a question in his eyes and the tilt of his head, which she
answered with a slight nod.

            He stood up
slowly from his crouch, the question still in his eyes despite already having
answered his query.  He leaned forward and kissed her tentatively, his mouth
brushing hers, his hesitation obvious.

            Her earlier
rejection had slowed him down, but she moved into his body, her still damp
clothes brushed his naked body and he shivered slightly.

            “I´m sorry,” she
whispered against his mouth, but he ignored her.

            Armando nipped at
her lips with his teeth, which opened her mouth.  He plunged his tongue inside,
tasting wild as he fought for dominance with her for a couple of seconds and
won.  Suddenly his mouth broke free and he started to pull at her damp T-shirt,
while she fumbled with the catch of her pants.  Within a couple of minutes, she
was naked not only to his eyes, but to the weather as well.  Her skin felt damp
and clammy, she wanted him to warm her up.  He pulled her into his arms and
tightened them around her.  His hard cock nestled against her cold belly, and
his strong hands settled on her ass.

            The feel of his
warm fingers on her dark skin seemed to magnetize her.  She felt electric,
warming up beneath his touch, her breath quickening as her excitement grew. 
His long fingers slipped down her tummy, delving into her bare pussy.  The
first touch there drew a long moan of excitement from deep within her. 
Moisture flooded her nether lips.  Her clit throbbed with a pulse all its own,
begging for his touch.

            He didn´t make a
move, just kept them there, still.  His mouth returned to hers, the clash of
their tongues a duel that made them both pant.  The feel of his fingers in so
intimate an area drove her crazy, she wanted him to move them, to touch her
finally, but he didn´t.  Instead, when their mouths broke apart, his head went
straight into the nook of her neck.  He rubbed his cock against her, and she
tilted her hips for maximum friction.  He shuddered, and started to nip at the
sensitive skin behind her ear.  Every now and then she´d feel him lick, suckle
and then kiss gently, each time he suckled she felt herself jump against him,
the area was so sensitive to his ministrations that goose bumps ran up and down
her flesh.  She started to whimper slightly when his fingers dug into her butt
to rub her harder against his dick.

            “Touch me,
Armando, please,” she begged.  Her head was lolling, resting slightly against
his.  She hissed when suddenly he bit down on her neck, the pain transferred to
pleasure as his fingers finally parted her nether lips, stroking the flushed,
wet skin.  Instant, pure lust flooded her body, making her pant with arousal.

            She cried out in
pleasure, her arms tightening around him as his fingertips finally penetrated
her slick channel.  Her thigh muscles clenched in readiness for pleasure, but
he continued to tease her still.  His hand didn´t move, just rested partially
in and out of her body, her inner muscles tightened around him in a hint, but
he just chuckled against her neck and tutted at her.

            “Patience,
muñeca,
”
he murmured into her ear, his breath hot and arousing.  His mouth traced small
kisses down her collar bone, making her shiver as he suckled the skin directly
between her breasts.  He stayed there for a few seconds, and she realized that
this would be where her natural scent was most concentrated, and almost felt
uncomfortable, but his cock didn´t soften out of disappointment that she didn´t
smell of the pheromone.  In fact, his teeth bit her there too, marking her.  She
clutched at him, trying to ride his fingers, but he stilled her and stopped her
hips from wiggling.  

            His mouth finally
reached her nipple, he licked it with the tip of his tongue, then laved it with
the flat of his tongue.  She moaned at the feeling of heat that spread through
her chest, his hot breath seemed to make her skin even more sensitive.  She jumped
when he nipped the bud and pulled it and the weight of her breast away from her
chest.  He quickly moved onto the other one, and gave it the same treatment,
but this time, he bit harder, she yelped then groaned as his fingers simultaneously
plunged deep inside her.  Her head felt like a lump of iron, her neck couldn´t
support the weight of it, so she arched backwards.

            Armando kept his
fingers deep inside of her, his mouth fastened to her breast, but he lowered
her to the ground, so that she lay underneath him, she had no idea how he did
it, but it meant that he had to be a hell of a lot stronger than she´d
originally thought, to have carried her dead weight and transported her body
comfortably to the floor and all without moving his hand and mouth.  At that
moment though, she didn´t care, she spread her legs to let him get closer to
her.

            A groan escaped
her when he removed his fingers, but she quieted when she felt his hot dick
rest against her pussy.  She cried out at the feel of him there, her back
arching as a pleasure so intense shot through her, she was ill prepared to deal
with it.  It wasn´t an orgasm, but it came pretty damned close.  The weight of
his cock against her wet, slick flesh made her mind crazy.  She shifted her hips
to ride it slightly, wanting the glans of his dick to rub her clit.  That
short, sharp burst of pleasure made her greedy--she wanted what Armando´s body
promised her--heaven.

            His mouth slipped
lower, all the while kissing and biting.  He moved lower, spread her legs
further open and settled himself between them.  She almost sobbed at his hot
breath fanned her down there.  She´d hated it when Tyrell had ever gone down on
her, but this time, she felt like weeping at the thought.  She needed his mouth
on her, needed him to suck her clit and shoot her to the stars.

            She knew what lay
ahead of her, and she couldn´t wait.  Every part of Armando´s body promised
pleasure.  She longed for that with a desire that she´d never before felt.  All
thought of escape fled her mind, she concentrated on his hot breath drifting
over her, her whole body tensed waiting for that first touch.  Her stomach
rippled with the wait, her back arched every now and then, her hips and pelvis
shuddered.  Everything he did was slow, the wait drove her crazy, so she
supposed it worked, but the thought that she was providing him with the very
reaction he wanted, didn´t stop her from shuddering, or moaning and groaning at
his lack of movement.