Mated to the Jaguars - Paranormal M/F/M Menage by Yamila Abraham Page B

Maybe one other time, too.   That’s all I’ll acknowledge.”
    Michelle snuggled closer and gazed into his eyes.   “So, give him that consideration again.   You know how bad he wants me; just as bad as you do.   Tolerate this situation.   Isn’t it better to have part of me than none at all?”
    He gave her a look of seething resentment.   “I’m not a dog who can be satisfied with table scraps.”
    “This isn’t—”
    “I deserve better than this.   I refuse to play your games.   Get rid of Maximon.   He’s unworthy of you anyway.”
    “He’s not unworthy.   What?   Because he uses the spirit world to manipulate the stock market?”
    He craned back his head from her.   “Of course you sympathize with him.   You always have.”
    “We’re in human forms and we have to get by as humans.   There’s a lot worse we could do with our powers.   Explain to me why it’s wrong.   In real terms.   Not just honor or sacredness or any of that stuff.”
    “If we use our powers for financial gain we’re no better than…”   He gave a bodily shudder.   “We are the B’alam.   We’re supposed to protect the mortal world, not plunder it.”
    Michelle became silent.   The words permeated her like a revelation.   “That’s our purpose?”
    “Yes.”   His voice held sober conviction.   “This is why we’re present in the world of man.   Lifetime after lifetime.”
    She drew her lips into her mouth to wet them.   “We’re just humans though.   Most of the time, anyway.   We still need to get by.   Why can’t we live a little better than the rest of humanity?   I mean, we’re gods, and you said we’re protecting mankind.”
    “You’ve said these same words to me in a hundred other lifetimes.”   His yellow eyes fixed on her.   “You’re always tolerant in your youth, but eventually you come to understand why cheating the spirit world is vile.   You refuse to put up with it.”
    She drew a long breath.   “You described your human self as the poorest of the poor.   How did you go from that to hotel suites at the Four Seasons?”
    “Treasure hunting in an ancient life.   You helped me find the bulk of it in a lagoon three hundred years ago.   We hid it in the jungle, taking only what we needed for that lifetime.   I did this several times, then you had me buy bonds with it.   When our span was nearing its end we cashed the bonds and bought more gold, then hid the gold for me to reclaim in another life.   When I did, I’d take the gold and buy bonds with it, just as you had shown me.   I’d live off the interest.   Sometimes with you.   Other times by myself.   Then I’d cash the bonds in when I was near the end of my span to buy gold to hide for the next life.”   
    She tsked.   “How is this any different than what Maximon does?”
    “What we do hurts no one.   What he does manipulates the destinies of mortal companies.   Granting an advantage to one to the detriment of all who oppose it.”
    “That’s debatable, I guess.   Sometimes I’d see demons in my mom’s field that were going to make her get into a car accident or lose her job.   Obviously I’d kill them before they could hurt her.   But bad things still happened to her.   My grandma still died.   I still flunked Statistics.   Some bad things are meant to happen, and other things are demons infiltrating people or companies and screwing things up.   I say the fewer demons the better.   Even if it gives one company an advantage.   They aren’t supposed to be there in the first place.”
    “You always find some reasoning to justify him.”   He stared outward with a scowl.   “Even if this is milder than his other schemes, it’s still a scheme.   It’s still inexcusable.”
    Whatever.
    “Maximon will be fine once you remove your bond with him.   His appetite for mortal women keeps him contented.   Leave him to his excess and excrement.   I can only find contentment with