CHAPTER 33 - PART 2 – Mombi
“Why in the hell do I have to be bait?” Eric pouted.
“You are the most expendable?” I threw out.
Jake rolled his eyes at the both of us. It was true that there was no love lost between Eric and me. And I had little desire to cater to his massive self-esteem.
Though I supposed, for Jake, I could tone it down a little—a very little.
“Look,” Jake pointed to three of the lions, “You will have Harvey, Steve and Harris with you, Eric. It’s not like you are there alone. And the rest will be close. We just need to find out what their plans are. If you are distracting them, we can sneak in.”
Looking at these large men covered with massive muscles was no skin off my teeth. However, it was strange to me that they were so afraid. Harvey, Steve, and Harris looked like they had been given a death sentence.
“What is the problem?” I blurted out.
Harris blushed, “Nothing, Princess. We are at your service.”
But Steve didn’t seem to feel the same way.
“The last man to mess with them lost their ability to fuck. Why would we want to go anywhere near them?”
Did all men think with their dicks?
I flashed my arm, and suddenly every man in the room was painfully hard including Eric.
He was the only one that looked euphoric, the others seemed horrified, and Jake was plain pissed.
“I can take care of anything that Dorothy might do to you. Stop being such cowards. She is only one woman.”
“Um, do you think you could?” Harvey blushed.
“Oh!” I waved my arm again, and they returned to normal.
“Thank you, Princess,” the three lions fairly raced from the room. But Eric was eyeing me with disgust.
“I thought you couldn’t do anything about my situation,” he spat.
I smiled, “If you want to be in your previous condition, I can readily accommodate you.”
He covered his crotch and scampered from my office.
Jake and the lionesses that were still loyal to him, were the only ones remaining.
“That was awesome,” a pretty girl with dark hair named Rose, giggled. “If I ever need anything, I know who I am going to.”
Jake scowled, “My mate is not to be used for petty squabbles.”
I raised a brow, “On the contrary, we are not officially mates yet, and if any of you ladies have trouble with a man not treating you well, you have only to ask.”
The girls laughed.
“Looks like she will be good for you, King,” Leonie, an older woman with graying hair murmured, “Perhaps we misjudged you, Mombi. I am sorry for that. We will do better.”
Jake’s jaw dropped, but he quickly recovered.
“Be ready to leave in an hour,” he barked out, and they left in a hurry.
I wasn’t sure if he was angry at me or not. Jake had the strangest expression on his face.
“What?” I finally asked.
“Leonie,” he rubbed his chin, “She is the leader of the women, one of our strongest warriors. I am surprised that she seems to be warming to you. Honestly, I thought she would give us the most trouble.”
He gathered me into his arms, “And what was with you going against my orders?”
I blinked, “You might be king of the lions, Jake. But you are just my boyfriend.”
A wide grin split his face, “I’m your boyfriend?”
I flushed, trying to push out of his arms, “You know what I mean.”
“Boyfriend, mate, lover, husband,” his eyes twinkled, “I don’t care what you call me as long as I mean something to you.”
I bit my lower lip. The truth was, Jake meant more and more to me every second of the day.
“And your other trick,” he whispered into my ear.
“What trick?” I couldn’t think with him kissing my neck like that.
“I don’t need help being hard around you, Mombi,” he growled, biting my neck playfully.
Shivers raced up and down my spine, “Oh, that.”
He pushed his hips against me, and indeed I noted that he was hard.
“Sorry about that.”
Jake bit my earlobe, “It would be easier to believe you were sorry if you weren’t laughing at me with your eyes.”
“You just make me happy, I am not laughing,” I giggled ruining my statement.
He tightened his grip, “You make me happy, too.”
Then Jake smacked my ass hard, “Come on, we have an enemy to catch.”
He walked out of my office whistling while I stood there staring at his back.
That beast had just left me as aroused as he was.
Two could play at this game, and I was a master.
I pulled on the tightest jumpsuit that I could find. It was black and had a slit practically to my navel.
With my fuck me boots and red lipstick I was ready to do business.
Leonie and the lionesses loved my outfit.
The lions seemed to appreciate it, but were smart enough to keep that opinion to themselves. Jake’s jaw clenched, and I saw a distinct tick in his cheek.
The lions shifted, and I rode on Jake’s back with my hands wrapped tightly in his mane. I worried that I would hurt him. But he looked so offended by my concern that the words died on my lips.
So, I climbed on his massive back and held on with an iron fist. True to his word, Jake didn’t have a moments trouble carrying me. The lions ran the long way around the village, instead of going through, which I much appreciated. It was nearing dusk when we arrived on the outskirts of the pride.
Eric and the other males walked into camp just as we had planned. Leonie was on duty to tell us when there was an all-clear.
She ran back out of the woods and bade us follow. It was quiet going into camp, too quiet. I had my eyes and ears peeled, but as we entered the central area of the pride, there was no one.
No sign of the traitors or Dorothy.
Something wasn’t right.
I turned to Jake, “We need to get out of here, I think it’s a trap.”
He turned surprised eyes on me just as we heard a whooshing sound from the trees.
One by one the Lions fell around me with needles shot into their hides.
I screamed and ran to Jake, but his massive lion body was limp.
The girlish voice had my nerves on end.
“Dorothy, where are the other lions?”
Her red lips stretched into a sickening smile, “Oh, they are lying about somewhere.”
“Why?” I bit off.
She blinked innocently, “Why not? After all, you were the one who brought me here. I thought I would deal with your little lion problem as a returned favor.”
“I didn’t bring you here!” I demanded, but a part of my gut twisted in fear.
“Didn’t you, dearest?” she mocked, “Several months ago, didn’t your emotions cause a tornado? And because you are one of the guardians, you threw it out of your realm. But Mombi, feelings can’t be brushed under the rug.”
“But how?” I choked.
“It was quite by accident. I spent a good deal of time whipping around the world. But of all the craziest notions, I was able to reverse the tornado and rode it all the way back to Oz.”
“But you cannot enter without a trustee letting you through,” I wailed.
“Your tornado was made from your emotions, Mombi. I didn’t need permission because it was a part of you. You let yourself back in, I just came along for the ride.”
“What do you want with us? I will do anything, just do not hurt the lions.”
She smirked, “I was hoping you would say that.”