Savage Hunger (Project Nemesis) (10 page)

Lucas’ voice interrupted her damaging thoughts.  “You okay, honey?” he asked, his voice soft with concern.

“Oh.  I’m sorry.”  She wiped her face with the back of her hand.  “Just not used to all this physical stuff.  You know, former fat girl and all.”

“You shouldn’t put yourself down like that,” he said.  “I used to be big when I was young.  Hell, up until I enrolled in the military.  They almost didn’t take me.  I had to lose forty pounds of fat, so I know where you’re coming from.”

Jasmine looked Lucas over.  He had a stocky build, but she never would have guessed he’d ever had a weight problem.  “Really?”

He shrugged, pulling aside a vine that blocked their path so she could move under it.  “Yeah.  It’s not something I share with a lot of people.  Touchy subject and all.  I admire that you had the fortitude to change something like that about yourself.  It’s not easy to overcome bad habits that have been instilled in you from birth.”

She smiled, feeling a kindred spirit.  “I like you, Lucas.  You’re a good guy.  A gentle giant.”

He grinned.  “Not so gentle in every way, if you know what I mean.  Keep giving me looks like that and I won’t be able to resist showing you my rough side.”

She smiled sassily then moved ahead of him.  “Keep flirting with me like that and I promise I won’t resist.”

He gave a flirty growl and she moved ahead, feeling a spurt of energy at his playful banter.  Ahead, Zach and Dante had stopped to allow them to catch up to them.  “We’re almost there, despite you slow pokes holding us back.”

Lucas sniffed the air and cocked his head.  “I hear something.  I think you’re right.”

Their heightened senses amazed Jasmine, who felt practically deaf and blind in comparison.  Sure enough, within another twenty minutes, the jungle grew thicker with the presence of water.  Bamboo blanketed the area, needing a heavy water source.  A sandy bank gently sloped down to a stream that ran swiftly from some northerly feed, perhaps a spring.

The urge to dive in almost overwhelmed her.  It wasn’t deep enough to get swept away by, but it was certainly deep enough to bathe her off and cool her down.

“Is it safe to take a bath?” she asked, looking longingly at the water.

Zach nodded.  “We can check the perimeter to be sure.  Just don’t piss in the water.  There are parasitic fish that will swim up your urethra and lay eggs.”

“Bleh.  I know.  You guys ain’t gotta worry about me.  I don’t make a habit of peeing in the water I’m bathing in.  Just
you
try not to forget it, ya beasts,” she said, taking off her shoes and wading slowly into the water.

Dante and Lucas went to check the perimeter, leaving her alone with Zach.  After watching her a minute, he suddenly moved into the water, splashing her and getting her hair wet.

He grinned at her glare, then stopped with his mouth agape when she dipped under the water and came back up.  Her hair slicked back on her head and her t-shirt clung to every luscious curve of her body.

His mouth watered just looking at her small, dark nipples visibly peeking through the t-shirt tied tightly around her body.  As if sensing his stare, she covered up her chest.

He could tell she was embarrassed about her body, though he had no idea why she would be.  She was built like a brick shithouse.  Maybe it was because women never seemed to think they were thin enough.  He’d never been around a woman who had lost a lot of weight, so he didn’t know what kind of hang-ups about her appearance she might have.

“You should take that off,” he finally said, peeling off his own shirt to scrub it in the water.

“I…I don’t know,” she muttered, dipping down in the water.

“I want to see your body,” he said, feeling his mouth go dry when she looked like she was considering it.

Finally, without a word, she peeled the shirt off, revealing her creamy caramel skin to his eyes.  She was beautiful.  Her nipples were dark and tempting, small and perky.  Just begging for a taste.  Her breasts had that gentle slope of heavy weight, and her waist was small and flared at her hips.

Almost without thought, he closed the distance between them.  She held still, waiting to see what he would do.  It was all the invitation he needed.  He wrapped a hand around her back, crushing her naked chest against him.

Her supple body felt right in his hands.  He cupped her backside with both hands, groaning at the ampleness of her ass that filled his palms.

His cock hardened, digging into her soft, wet mound.  She tilted her head up, parting her lips on a sigh.  Without thinking better of it, he descended, crushing his lips against her full mouth.  A muffled moan escaped her lips and he swallowed it, delving his tongue into the warm crevice of her mouth even as he ground himself against her.

Her whimper egged him on.  He found himself pushing her back to the bank, laying her down in the lapping water to crush her into the sandy loam.

She moaned, wrapping her arms around him, raising a leg to allow him to slip between her thighs.  He could smell her desire emanating from her womanhood, and the scent drove him mad.

A growl rumbled in his chest.  He broke from her mouth, scoring her jawline with his teeth, nibbling her jaw and neck with hungry kisses as he pushed against her cloth covered mound.

The barrier frustrated him.

She arched her head and back, thrusting her breasts against him.  He moved down the valley of her chest, kissing and sucking her skin until he reached her breasts.  There, there he was greedy.  He moved over one pert nipple, dragging his teeth across it until the little chocolate kiss pebbled under his mouth.

When he saw her response, it goaded him on.  He sucked the nipple into his mouth, gratified to hear her moan.  She grabbed the back of his head, trapping him against her.

He tugged at his jeans, undoing his fly, pushing her pants down and feeling success to see she wore no panties beneath and her pretty little pussy was as hairless as the day she was born.  Something about those dark, bare lips set a fire boiling in his blood.

He pushed his hand down, toying with her wet cunt, pushing his fingers down to toy with her hole.  She groaned and ground herself against his hand, begging him with her body and wordless cries.  He tugged her pants off, pushed his down his hips until air frisked his wet ass cheeks.  She was ready for this.  He was ready for this, and he didn’t know why he hadn’t done anything about it before.

“What the fuck are you doing, Zach?  You said we weren’t supposed to touch her,” Lucas’ voice broke through the fog clouding Zach’s brain.

Zach pulled back from her as if he’d been scalded.  He looked down at her, willing and ready and too damn tempting by half.  Seeing her kiss swollen lips and the marks on her chest from his beard stubble, he wanted to tell Lucas to go fuck himself and take her right there in front of him.  Sense won out.

He stood, pushing his rampaging erection painfully back into his pants.  Already he felt the ache of his balls, needing relief.  “Fuck if I know,” Zach grumbled.  “I’m sorry, Jasmine,” he said.  “I can’t stay here right now.  I need to walk this off.  Now.”

Jasmine sat up, covering herself, ashamed in Lucas’ presence.  She watched Zach’s back as he left her, feeling confused and uneasy.  She looked at Lucas, but he seemed to be trying with great effort to give her privacy.

She stood and got back into the water, finding her shirt and slipping it back on.

“Fuck.  You’re enough to tempt a saint,” Lucas said, going into the water with her.

“I’m sorry.  It just happened.  I didn’t know I was hands off or I wouldn’t have let him talk me into taking off my shirt.  I feel….I don’t know.  Dirty or something.  Not right.”

Lucas moved to hold her, realizing quickly how much harder it was going to be to resist fucking her brains out when he could clearly smell the scent of her arousal, even if it wasn’t for him.  It pissed him off that Zach would make a move when they weren’t around.  Then again, he probably would have too.

“You’re a beautiful woman, Jasmine.  It’s hard to resist someone like you,” he said, rubbing her small, wet back and feeling his own excitement grow incrementally.

It almost felt good to have the frustration of wanting but not touching.  He enjoyed the ache of unrequited passion.  It would be that much sweeter when he did finally take her.

“You make me smile,” she said, burying her face against his chest.  “I like you, all of you.  You don’t know how hard it is being around three virile men who obviously want you.  I hate to admit it, but I’m really horny.”

“Jesus.  Don’t talk to me like that.  I don’t need to know how horny you are.  You can’t be half as horny as I am.  And hell, I hope I ain’t never been around three virile men who wanted me.  That ain’t my type, honey.”

She laughed, looking up at him with lusty, smoky eyes.  “Why don’t you kiss me?”

“Jesus, Jasmine!  You want me to fuck you here in the water?  I can’t promise I can stop at a kiss.”

She reached up and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, nibbling his neck at the pulse beating rapidly under her tongue.  “Who said you had to?”

He grabbed her arms to keep her from holding him, but with her mouth on his neck, he was quickly losing focus.  “We’re trying to protect you from ourselves, honey.  You’re making it hard.”

She reached down to cup his cock.  “Looks like it already is hard.  I want it.  Women have needs too, you know.”

“Fuuuuuckkkk,” he growled, long and low when she pulled his cock out of his pants.  “What the hell has gotten into you?”

“Nothing, yet,” she murmured, rubbing against him.  “Women can get that blue ball symptom too.  My pussy has been cramping since Zach teased me on the bank.  It hurts, Lucas.  It hurts so bad.  I need to come.  Can you make me come?” she said, begging him with her body.

“Fuck me,” he growled, mostly at himself for being so weak willed when a beautiful woman was rubbing herself sensuously against him.  “You don’t know what you’re asking for.  What the hell’s…wrong…with…you?”

“I need you inside me,” she said, begging him, kissing his neck and stroking his cock.

It was too much for him to bear.  He should have just let Zach do his thing, then it’d be him in this position and not Lucas.  No wonder Zach had lost control.

She pushed her pants off, and when he felt that bare wet cleft rubbing against his cock, his mind went completely blank.  Lucas was no longer home.  All willpower and control fled his weak body.  He grabbed her ass, hiking her in the air until she was splayed wide against him and his cock was nudging her opening.

Her moans did nothing but spur him on.  An animal instinct had taken over his brain, fogging out rational thought.  There was only the wild, sexy scent of her cunt beckoning for his cock to push inside.

The moment her lips parted beneath the head of his dick, he was lost.  He dragged her down against him, ramming inside her. Wet velvet closed around his thick member.  A glorious sensation cupped his shaft, and he felt wetness dripping down his balls, stoking the fire in his blood.

He lifted her up, bringing her hard down on his dick.  She screamed and bucked against him, writhing her stomach to rub her little clit against his hair roughened groin.

God help him, he couldn’t stop once he’d gotten inside.  Her slick channel gripped him, clenching and unclenching until it got tighter and tighter with each driving motion.

He fucked her like a man possessed, driven to the urge to spill his seed deep within her womb.  There was nothing but the nagging pleasure increasing his tempo, her little cries of pleasure as he roughed her sweet pussy.

Her ass flexed in his hands, her body was supple and willing.  She kissed his mouth, nibbling his lips and silently begging for more.  She wanted all of him, hard and fast and wild, and he was compelled to give it to her.

Senses were lost in the flood of pleasure.  She cried out, and he could feel the tremors of her orgasm on his sensitive cock.  It pushed him over the edge.  He pumped hard and fast, impaling her again and again, spilling himself inside her before he realized what he was doing and moved to get away.

She locked her legs around him, disallowing escape, drinking every bit of his cum with her pussy until he had nothing left to give and every bone and muscle in his body felt like jelly.

“That was so good,” she murmured, easing her legs down his hips and letting him drop her back into the water.

“I’ve lost my god damned mind,” he said, dragging his hand over his eyes as if he could erase what he’d done.  “They are going to kill me when they find out what we’ve done.”

“How would they know,” she said, stiffening and looking worried.

“They’re going to know.  They’ll smell me all over you, you all over me.  There won’t be any hiding this.  Fuck, I hope I haven’t infected you.”

The moment he uttered the words, he wished he hadn’t.  All the blood seemed to drain from her face.

They would know in a few hours whether she’d be condemned to their fate or not.

Lucas had just fucked up everything.

Chapter Seven

“They’ve collected the dead locals and our dead men without incident or alerting the local militia to their movements, but it appears the escapees have split into multiple groups.  They’re exhibiting a pack mentality,” Captain Davis said into the satellite phone, watching his men struggle to load body bags onto the ship.

Everyone had been spooked when they discovered the silver tipped bullets they’d been assured were effective in cutting down the animals, did not perform as promised.

“Do you know what this means?” Dr. Wagner said on the other end of the line.

“No.  What’s that, Doctor?” Capt. Davis said, motioning his men to finish and quickly.

“It means they’ll be trying to breed soon.  It’s only natural.  I think you’ll have to get in touch with local militia if you can’t get a handle on this soon.  I don’t want an international incident.  It will bring us more attention than we want right now.  Tell them their prison escapees, mass murderers if you have to, whatever you need to get them on your side.”