body
was still intact.
But as he rose and shook himself furiously, spraying all of
them as if they had just been caught in a sprinkler, her giddiness quickly evaporated
into something more serious.
What the hell were you thinking? How can you so easily
jack with a computer but not have the sense to keep moving when you’re crossing
a mountain stream?
Ran stood, swishing his tail, and pushed into her before she
could move. His thick, moist tongue stroked the hair on her neck the wrong way,
and gave her entire body chills. Rafe watched, looking somewhat amused, until
Angela realized the intense emotions all of them were experiencing could too
easily turn into something else.
And they were in their fur.
Telling a single male no in his fur was about as effective
as telling the water in the spring to part so she could walk through it and not
get wet.
Ran licked her again and she jumped out of his way, only to
almost lose her footing on the soft edge of the bank. His large mouth grabbed
her by the back of her neck, making her lose her balance completely when he
dragged her away from the water.
Let me go! There wasn’t enough anger in her scent to
convince either of them she was pissed for being pulled from the water.
Ran obliged though, and she fell to her side in the soft,
thick grass, her entire side instantly getting soaked from the heavy mountain
dew. Neither of them closed in on her but stood close, waiting until she stood.
Ran and Rafe would protect her, as she would them. And that’s what made jaguars
such a powerful and committed species.
These males might want her but they respected Raul. They
weren’t greedy or selfish. Like their brother, Rafe and Ran were in their
prime, perfect male jaguars. Any female who sniffed around these two would have
to meet her approval before they got too close. That’s what made a litter
tight, taking care of each other.
And what her littermate had forgotten existed in Colony. The
camaraderie of their community was destroyed, but it still existed in the males
standing on either side of her. Raul possessed it too. Enough so to send them
away, order his littermates to take her and leave the grotesque existence that
no longer held honor.
Relieved the moment of panic was over, and suddenly feeling
the tightness in her muscles from crossing a mountain and getting wet and cold,
Angela didn’t want to move. Somewhere out there Raul still traveled. When he
reached the plateau between the mountains, he would need help crossing the
water.
She sat, not wanting to travel any farther. I don’t
suppose there’s a warm blanket and coffee in that backpack on your back, she
rumbled, noting even her voice sounded tired.
Rafe looked away from her first, slowly surveying the land
around them, until with a quiet growl, he walked away from them, moving slowly.
They were all tired.
He was the first to start changing, with Ran quickly shaking
the bag off his back and also taking his human form. Angela felt the piercing
jolts of pain slice her spine as she allowed her body to alter its shape. Her
muscles shifted against bone, and blood slowed in her veins when her heart
struggled to adapt to a new beat. The darkness around them grew milky, harder
to see into as dark shadows grew and distinct objects blurred. Her night vision
disappeared and her hearing changed too, giving her the impression for a few
moments someone stuffed cotton in her ears.
Before she straightened onto two legs, Ran pulled clothes
from the backpack and tossed hers to her before shaking out his jeans. Although
her human eyes were limited in what they could see at night, she was more than
aware of the two naked men who dressed in front of her. Both of them took
moments to let their gazes travel down her body, focusing on her breasts, her
hardened nipples and her pussy.
Reprimanding them or demanding they turn around would be
hypocritical. She instantly noticed Ran’s trim body, muscular and sprinkled
with hair on his chest