Freakn' Shifters

Chapter 7

Javier ended up following Ethan upstairs, unable to stay away from the lush female who'd somehow attracted him and his beast. It had occurred to him several times on the way over to simply drive away-and keep going until he snapped the tenebrous connection forming between him Naomi, and in a strange twist, Ethan.

Jaguars, the males at any rate, tended to spread their love, only rarely settling down, or so he'd been taught. His own father sired cubs on almost a half dozen females and never chose to mark any of them. Truthfully, Javier expected to follow the same path, already his conquests were numerous, although, unlike his father, he'd chosen to use protection to prevent conceptions. However, in the space of one night, instead of deciding which flavor he'd try next, he found himself irresistibly drawn to one curvy female with long, brown hair whose face he couldn't even guess at given the bruising and swelling, yet glimpses at pictures on her walls showed a striking woman. One fated to be mine.

But if he caved to his needs, he'd not only bury his prick in one sheath for the rest of his life, he'd also have to share her.

In the past, Javier had graciously shared his feminine conquests with his best friend, Ethan. A good guy at heart, his big friend's somewhat untamed appearance and shy demeanor made it hard for him to pick up women. Javier lost count of the threesomes they'd indulged in-where their hands and c***s stayed firmly pointed in the woman's direction only. It seemed fate enjoyed a quirky sense of humor, setting them up to both fall for the same girl, a girl who wanted neither.

However, my biggest fear is what if she does end up falling for me? Say I mark her and I end up straying? Apart from the damage Ethan would do to him if he hurt this woman, the thought of doing something so dishonorable made Javier ill. It was one thing to indulge in one-night stands where he and his partner went in with their eyes open, and no expectation of a tomorrow. It was a whole other thing to betray a woman he'd marked as his forever more.

Yet, even fear couldn't keep him from entering the room where Ethan deposited Naomi's unconscious form on the bed. He still felt kind of guilty about the whole drugging thing, but his orders had come straight from the mama wolf herself along with the tiny pill bottle. It would take a much braver cat to deny that matriarch anything. At least now, Naomi rested quietly, a state sure to change by morning.

Eying her, still fully dressed down to her shoes, Javier frowned. "We need to undress her," he stated.

"Like f**k. We are not going to take advantage of her while she sleeps."

Javier rolled his eyes as he scrounged through her drawers looking for sleepwear. He didn't find any silky neglig**-something I will have to rectify-so he settled for a worn t-shirt and cotton shorts. Turing with the garments to face his friend, he found himself subjected to a fierce scowl. "Give me a little credit. I just meant to make her more comfortable, or do you really think she's going to enjoy waking up in jeans, a bra and shoes?"

Ethan's gaze dropped to her shape which he hadn't even tucked under the blankets. "Okay, you might have a point," he grudgingly admitted. "But no touching or I'll make you eat my fist."

A snort was Javier's reply. With two pairs of hands, they made quick work of divesting her of clothing, stripping her down to her white cotton panties. A whistle emerged from his lips and despite the situation, his c**k swelled.

"This is wrong," Ethan muttered in a thick voice as he stared at her rounded shape.

Javier could only silently agree as he too stared at Naomi's almost nude form. Her breasts were a heavy handful with large pink n*****s that puckered as he watched. Her skin, smooth and creamy beckoned, as did her indented waist, flaring hips, and softly rounded tummy.

Shaking himself free of the stupor that gripped him as he stared dumbly at her body-she's a woman like any other, nothing special-he deftly dressed her, and with Ethan's aid, tucked her under the covers. He fought the insane urge to crawl in after her.

"Ready to go?" Javier asked a tad too brightly, eager to leave so he could get home and take care of the problem in his pants.

"I'm not going anywhere," Ethan rumbled. "She's helpless right now. If something were to happen, say, like, a fire or home invasion, she'd get hurt. I'm going to stick around."

The bear raised a valid point and gave them a plausible reason for them to not leave Naomi. Javier refused to examine the fact both of them didn't need to stay and play bodyguard. No way was he leaving Ethan alone with her. "I guess we're sleeping over then. In that case, I'm showering first," he announced, his rigid c**k leading the way as he headed for the bathroom he found off the master bedroom.

"Jerk," Ethan muttered, his own need to fist himself probably even greater given he didn't indulge in s*x as often.

Javier, though, showed him no sympathy, not when arousal gripped him so tight. Considering he hadn't yet bound himself to Naomi, he could have probably left and found a pair of accommodating thighs, but even thinking it made him feel dirty. Ashamed.

Better to take care of himself with his hand than question his sudden morals.

Of course, his evolving morals didn't mean he didn't jerk off to the image of the delectable Naomi, her face bruise free like the portrait he'd seen downstairs, and even better, on her knees eagerly begging for his c**k.

Slowly, his hand slid back and forth across the smooth skin of his d**k, the edge of his fist butting up against his pronounced head. He squeezed his hard length as he pumped, the water and soap making him slick and easy to stroke. Lifting one leg to prop it on the side of the tub, he allowed his other hand to cup his balls. Kneading them between his fingers, he stroked himself faster, the vivid image of Naomi bent over, her rounded ass presented to him, making him pant. He brushed his thumb over the head of his c**k, spreading imaginary moisture over the tip before grabbing himself in a double grip and thrusting his hips back and forth into the tight tunnel his fingers formed. So easily could he imagine thrusting into her sweet p***y, his balls slapping against her, the curve of her buttocks butting into his groin. And when she came, would she scream or moan as her p***y convulsed around him? His c**k liked either option and tightened as he reached the point of orgasm, the thought of her quivering release sending him over the edge.

I am in so much f*****g trouble, he thought as he jetted his cream. Leaning his head against the tile of the shower, he let the intentionally frigid water cascade over his body.

Oh, Naomi, how am I going to keep my hands off you while Ethan and I teach you to want us too? At the thought of touching her, seeing her accepting him, naked with open arms, his shaft immediately hardened as if not sated at all.