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Yes, that was it. She needed to get out of this bed, transition and head  for the dense, lush sanctuary of the jungle and chase rabbits until she  collapsed, too drained to feel any arousal whatsoever.

But when the man pulled her up onto his chest, it was clear he wasn't  inclined to let her go anywhere just yet. She had to get a hold of this  madness consuming not only her but obviously him as well.

"Aaron, we shouldn't be doing this," she said in hushed tones, even as he arranged her legs on either side of his hips.

"Don't you like … "

"Don't you dare ask me if I like you," she said on a whoosh of breath as  his fingers slid between the moist lips between her legs. "You're  injured, and … "

"Not so injured I can't take a little taste."

Taste? Taste of what? Then she understood exactly what he meant when, in  spite of the cuts and bruises on his arms and chest, he lifted her over  his head, settled her soaked pussy right over his face and feasted.

His talented tongue lapped and licked until she shivered like a leaf  caught in a gusty breeze in the fall. Every limb quaked and shook as her  muscles bunched and released with the pleasure he stirred in her.

Looking down, she saw he was really into what he was doing. Gray eyes  closed, his head moved around, back and forth, as he devoured her  throbbing pussy. His tongue glided up through her moist folds. A  talented tongue dipped into her eager hole while his mouth clamped down  on her entire mound, humming his pleasure.

The sound blazed through every nerve, every cell until she thought her skin would combust.

It felt sooooo good! He drove her mad as she hovered on the brink of  climax. If he didn't finish her soon she would just die. Riding his face  like it was his cock, she panted as her stomach tightened and spasmed  against the pleasure. Oh yes, she was so close.

One hand reached up and spread her lips, revealing the swollen nub of  her clit. She held her breath as he inhaled her scent, murmuring against  her pussy, then dove for the bundle of nerves peeking out from its  little hood.

His lips wrapped around her clitoris and clamped down tightly as he  suckled her, pulling her deep into his hot mouth, still humming his  appreciation.

She lost it.

Her orgasm tore through her but he didn't let up. He kept laving her  little bud, circling his tongue around and around until the fusion bomb  in her cunt detonated, and she melted into a puddle of warm candle wax.  The third time, the pleasure was so intense, she slipped into blessed  oblivion where her mind could accept the delicious torture her body  endured.





Chapter Four

Tonight he watched her in her pelt and wondered if she was aware he knew  who she was. All this time he'd thought she was just another jag  female, but an accidental glimpse of her showering on her screened  veranda several nights back had revealed more than he'd ever expected.

He'd stayed perfectly still, perched in a tree, and watched the back of  the building he'd tracked her to. After awhile, his patience had paid  off. She'd stalked from the cover of the jungle and stopped to look  around. He hadn't been seen perched up on the thick branches and was  glad for the broad leaves surrounding him. The female melanistic jaguar  with her black, smooth coat glistening in the darkness walked up the  back stairs of the building. A few seconds later, a beautiful woman with  perfect milk chocolate skin and the body of a goddess stood up just  outside the door leading into the covered shelter then ducked inside.  The warm spray of water left a million sparkling droplets that shined  like little diamonds all over her ebon skin.         

     



 

The spicy rich scent of the soap she slathered on her body floated out  and away from her little haven. But the soap couldn't conceal the sweet  nectar gathering between her silken thighs, nor could it hide the  unusually spicy scent of her womanly dew. He could smell it from  here-she was in heat.



She'd been on patrol since midnight and still hadn't spotted a single  jaguar. Not even a female. While her senses weren't as sharp when in her  two-legged form, Reya still smelled a strong wrongness on the air that  enveloped her like a cold, wet blanket. The skin on her bare forearms  began to prickle, making her wish she'd worn a long-sleeved jacket  rather than her short-sleeved, light zip-up jacket. But whatever was out  here, she knew no garment would protect her or anyone else from it.

The fact that another female jag had been found dead just yesterday only  made her more uncomfortable. A band of spastic fireflies twitted around  in her stomach as she moved deeper into the jungle along well-worn  paths she'd traveled for years. Unnerved, she wished she'd come out in  her pelt tonight instead of armed with a damned tranquilizer gun.

"Hey, Reya. How's it going?"

Reya didn't bother to turn around, having smelled the man long before he  appeared. What was it about humans that made them forget they were in a  jungle full of wild animals at night and walking downwind?

"Hi, Marc," she called with a smile and a wave. She sniffed the air  again. He must have been around the jaguars tonight. She wondered if  he'd sighted the jag that'd challenged her over her new roommate.

Sigh. Speaking of roommates.

Damned man. After a decadent night of hot sex, she woke with him glaring  down at her. He proceeded to remind her of how she'd meddled where she  wasn't wanted. Geez, all she'd done was call his brothers and he'd hit  the roof. It just wasn't right. If she'd had an accident or turned up  missing, her aunt would worry. Wouldn't his brothers worry too? Why in  the world did the man insist on "waiting until he could handle them", as  he put it? From what he'd told her, his brothers were some pretty nice  guys, if a bit overprotective, considering he was the youngest.

Too bad, she'd already made the call. So after the little confrontation  early this morning, she decided to avoid him. Besides, her mind was  supposed to be on her work, not that irritating, stubborn, perfectly  gorgeous specimen in her apartments.

"So what's going on?"

Oh lord, she'd almost forgotten Marc was walking with her. Glad the  night-vision goggles perched on top of his head couldn't pick up heat  signatures, she blushed furiously, took in a deep breath and pushed  Aaron from her mind. Almost.

"I'm fine, Marc."

"I didn't ask how you were doing. I asked what's going on. You've seemed a bit preoccupied lately."

Reya was once again amazed at how perceptive her good friend was.  Trusting him more than anyone else, with the exception of Dr. Matons and  Bethsaida, she opened her mouth and all her concerns tumbled right out.

"That damn Trefor's been stalking me, Marc. He's really starting to get  on my nerves," she snapped. "Besides his goofy idea that the attacks on  the female jags are being carried out by poachers, his insistence that  he and I were meant to be is just, just … " she snorted, unable to even  finish the sentence, it was so absurd.

"Well, you're a beautiful woman, Reya. Who wouldn't want your time?"

Marc had told her many times he thought she was attractive but it always  came across as a compliment by a brother or something. Tonight, even  under the dark sky, she sensed something different in his words and body  language that made her uncomfortable. She just didn't like Marc "like  that". A short rant about Trefor erupted past her lips as she brushed  away Marc's words and what they might imply.

"He's always messing with my schedule. Always trying to insinuate  himself on my time. There are other women out here who would love to  hang with him. Why doesn't he just leave me the hell alone? I swear the  man gives me the creepies."

By the time the last of the words were out of her mouth, she was  practically yelling at the top of her lungs. But she just didn't feel  better yet because there was something else she just had to get off her  chest.

"And you know the man who survived the plane crash is recovering at my  B&B? Well, he's getting on my damned nerves too!" And making her  hot, bothered and all around freaky.

"Who hasn't heard about him?" he replied, his voice sounding a bit tight  as he warmed to the subject. "Everyone's been talking about how you and  the doc are heroes. It's a good thing you had the foresight to have a  couple of hospital rooms built into the top floors of the B&B when  you designed the place."

"Well, I don't know about the hero stuff. Dr. Matons and I were just  doing what anyone would have done. And the idea about the medical rooms  was my Aunt Sulu's, not mine."

"True," he grinned and said, "Your Aunt Sulu saw you through medical  school. I bet she flipped when you told her you wanted to research big  cats and scuba dive in Belize," he said with a chuckle, ducking when  Reya pretended to whack him on the back of the neck. Reya could almost  feel the cheeky grin on his face. But the man was right. Her Aunt Sulu  had completely wigged out at her grand idea to trek through the jungles  of Belize. After the initial yelling and pulling of hair, her aunt had  supported her in the decision, down to every detail of the B&B.