Mated to the Jaguars - Paranormal M/F/M Menage by Yamila Abraham Read Free Book Online

was a note card on her nightstand.  
    I’ll be in the office all day.
    Help yourself to coffee and a croissant.
    I’m not looking forward to what’s going to be waiting for me when I get home.
    But I’ll miss you.
    -Max.
    Michelle took a deep breath.   She wanted to miss him also.
    But she was aching for Votan.
    The other half of her heart was still full of longing.   She knew there would be strife when he came—and yet, she wished he was there now.  
    Why does this have to be so damned complicated?
    She took her cat form to enter the spirit world.   Votan’s stream was converging on hers and Max’s.   He had to be close to the city.
    She transformed and put on a robe.   Then she hustled to the kitchen for coffee and breakfast.   Dealing with Votan was going to take every ounce of strength she had.   She was determined to be ready for him.
    Hours passed.   She kept looking towards the door hoping for a knock.   The morning turned into the afternoon.  
    Her body had returned to its heat cycle—this time with a singular desire for her second mate.   She paced the floor with an aching tightness in her sex.
    Would you hurry up and get here? Somehow she knew he could find her, even if she’d had trouble finding him.   He’d embraced his god essence.   That gave him special powers, didn’t it?
    A fist pounded at the door.
    Michelle froze.   She took a moment to close her eyes and psyche herself up.   The plan was going to take more boldness than she was used to.  
    She dropped her silk robe and strode to the door naked.   She knew it would give him the wrong impression of her, but she had to lure him in.   If her mates stayed together in this condo, she’d be one step closer towards convincing them to share her.   Establishing their communal dwelling was the first step.
    She flung open the door and took five quick steps backwards.
    Votan stood glaring at her with his large chest heaving.   He was tanned with gleaming straight black hair going past his thick shoulders.   He had to be older than Max by five or maybe even ten years.   Michelle gaped at his hugeness.   He had the physique of a gladiator beneath a black jacket and blue jeans.
    She realized his eyes were devouring her.   There was an unmistakable glint of lust.
    “Ixchel.”  
    She gulped and backed further away from him.
    He slammed the door behind him.   Michelle led the way to the spare bedroom.   Votan skulked after her, his eyes never leaving her body.
    “Ixchel.”   His voice was throaty, like the growl of a predatory animal.  
    She scampered back on the bed.
    Votan stopped in the doorway.   He looked around the room with narrow eyes.   “Come out, Maximon.   I know a trap when I see one.”
    Her jaw fell open.   “Trap?”
    Votan stomped to the closet and tore the sliding door off its railing.   “Going to kill me?   I’d like to see you try!”
    “Hey!   Don’t wreck his house!”
    He darted his yellow eyes toward her.   Her face was flushed with outrage.
    “Max had to go into work.”   She pulled the bed sheet around her.   “I…I was luring you in because I didn’t want you snatching me and running away.   I figured you wouldn’t do that if I was naked—at least I hoped you wouldn’t.”
    Votan glowered at her.
    Emotion began to crack in her voice.   “I love both of you.   I have to be with both you and Maximon.”
    “He doesn’t deserve you, Ixchel.”   His words were slow and quiet.
    “That’s not for you to say.   And it wouldn’t matter anyway.   My spirit’s bonded to him.   The same as you.”
    Votan shook his head and looked away from her.   “Maximon cheats the spirit world to make money—desecrating the B’alam in the name of profit.”   His gaze set on her again.   “Yes, you bond with him sometimes.   Sometimes your spirit is fickle.   Sometimes you need a break from me.   Still, in the world of the B’alam you and I are husband and wife.   I will always