Love's Salvation

by Jenny Penn

The thrill of having two men, naked and grinding against her, melted whatever inhibitions Daisy normally had, and she gave herself over to the moment with abandon. Daisy was rewarded with pure, molten heat. It flared out of her cunt, making her muscles quiver as the man above her left a heated trail across her stomach. She knew just where he was headed, and her legs shifted beneath his, opening to allow him to settle between them.

  His mouth was hot, his tongue wicked as it dipped lower to trace designs across her mound and even lower still to tease the lips of her pussy. Daisy whimpered and then gasped for breath as the second man released her lips to dip his head down over her breasts. Then her world was being lit up with a brilliant delight that knew no bounds as both men began to devour her swollen flesh.

  Lightning bolts of pleasure shot out of her cunt, spidering across her chest in a tantalizing rush and stealing her breath. The sensation grew only more intense as the mouth covering her cunt unleashed that wild and wicked tongue to lap at her pussy with a hunger that had her legs shifting even wider apart.

  He took instant advantage, his tongue lapping up over her molten flesh to capture her clit just as his buddy caught her nipple. Then they were both twirling, and she was crying out and writhing as the rapture exploded through her with an amazing force. Nothing had ever felt this good. This was the nightmare turned fantasy, and she gave herself up to it just as she had the other night and was rewarded with an even greater pleasure than she’d ever dreamed.

  Daisy couldn’t help but to lift her hands to both men’s heads and twist her fingers through the silken strands of their hair to press them closer as she moaned and pleaded for more. They gave it to her, driving her from one pinnacle to another until Daisy was completely lost in the maddening world of lust that grew only more and more frantic. She was strung out and desperate for a release.

  Then they were pulling back, leaving her a quivering, whimpering mess on the forest floor. She didn’t have the strength to do anything, not resist or even help as she felt the callused grip of strong hands latch on to her thighs and pull them wide open. She was jerked forward, her ass settling over the hard bend of thick knees.

  Then she could feel the heated press of a cock bigger than any she’d ever known. The sticky head kissed the opening of her sheath and hesitated, leaving her on the edge of a want so deep it cut straight through to her soul. So did the soft whisper of a husky tone so torn up with its own need that it broke over his words.

  “You are now mine to protect and love forever more. Say that you accept this gift.”

  He wasn’t asking. He was demanding, and Daisy didn’t have the mind left to understand, much less disobey, as he snapped at her with barely restrained desperation.

  “Say it!”

  “Yes.”

  Daisy didn’t know where that answer came from and didn’t care enough to wonder. All that mattered in that minute was the frantic wonder that filled her as she felt him part her cunt wide and sink into her with slowness that had her twisting around the thick length of cock stretching her muscles wide. It was a heavenly torture. One that consumed her whole.

  The drool started to puddle in her mouth as she moaned and twisted, savoring every hard inch he fed her and wanting more. It seemed as though he had an endless amount of more to give her. He was bigger, thicker, and going deeper than anybody had before until the flared head of his dick was brushing against a sweet spot even she hadn’t known existed.

  Daisy’s eyes rolled back, her whole body arching as his hips pumped and ground against her, trying to feed her that last inch that she so ached to take. Then he stilled, giving her the moment to catch her breath and the second man the time to draw her attention up to him. He brushed back the sweaty tails of the stray hairs clinging to her cheek and tipped her head up so she could see the cock weeping for her attention. Just in case she didn’t understand his intention, the man made himself explicitly clear as he beckoned her forward.

  “Come on, beautiful, take a taste of this,” he coaxed as he tilted his hips to allow the sticky head of his dick to press against her lips.

  They parted, her mouth opening without hesitation to allow him in, and almost instantly she was intoxicated on the heady flavor of his arousal. The man above her groaned, drawing her gaze up to his, and she found herself instantly trapped in the dark, molten want making his eyes glow. He smiled down at her as he slowly pressed forward, his words dripping down around her like dew off of honeysuckles.

  “That’s it, beautiful. Take me deep and suck me hard. Get me ready, because when Tex’s done fucking you, I’m next.”

  Those last two words echoed through her, making her cunt clench and weep with anticipation. Tex, the man already fucking her, grunted and began to move, pumping his hips hard and deep. His friend matched his motions as he began to fuck her mouth in earnest. Daisy loved every inch, every second. She craved only more.

  Tightening her lips around the velvety shaft pumping between them, she pulsed the muscles buried deep in her cunt, returning all the pleasure building up inside her to both men, delighted when both men groaned and picked up speed.

  They were going harder, faster, deeper with every stroke and setting Daisy’s world on fire. She was burning up from the inside, the rapturous flames consuming her whole. They sparked brighter as her lover tilted his hips and slammed into her, making sure to pump that sweet spot, making her own hips bounce and jerk with a frantic beat that demanded more.

  More he gave her.

  He fucked her hard and long, making her come just the same way. Daisy’s whole body tensed and shattered as the rush of ecstasy searing up her spine had her nursing with greedy abandon on the cock jerking in her mouth. She knew he was near, as near as the other man, and wanted them to join her in the moment, but only one did.

  With a howl as wild as the wind, the man above her pounded into her with hard thrusts as her cunt milked the seed straight from his cock. No sooner had he come than he collapsed, only to be shoved off by her second lover after he pulled his dick free from her lips and moved to mount her. Daisy moaned in welcome at the feel of his dick pressing in against her sensitive entrance, but he hesitated, waiting until her eyes lifted and focused on his.

  They were bottomless pools of chocolate, surging with an emotion that matched the thick longing in his tone as he whispered down to her, “You are my heart and soul. I would die for you, and I will spend every day alive loving you. Say that you accept this gift.”

  Daisy licked her lips, her heart skipping three beats as she felt the depth of his conviction. Her own tone was no less firm as she finally managed to answer.

  “Yes.”

  She barely got the word out before he was filling her with his delicious thickness. Hardened and already stretched to the edge of his endurance, the man only paused long enough to say one last thing.

  “My name is Brock. I will be the man pleasuring you from this day forward.”

  With that, he went on to prove the point, riding her with a hard ruthlessness that had her coming not once, not twice, but three times before he finally spent his own load. By then, Tex had crawled back onto his knees, offering Daisy his cock to suck. She did so with abandon, knowing just what he planned to do with the erection she helped to harden.

  Sure enough, not seconds after Brock came and rolled off her, Tex was mounting her once again. They went on like that for what seemed like hours, and eventually, Daisy couldn’t take anymore. They wore her right out, and as she came one last time, she gave over to the exhaustion, falling into deep, but not dreamless, sleep.

  Chapter 5

  Tex lay in bed, smiling as he savored the warmth of the sunlight spreading across the sheets and the sight of his mate all curled up among them. After he and Brock had fucked their woman unconscious, they’d carried her back to their home and bathed her before tucking her into their bed. As a testament to their skill as both lovers and providers, she hadn’t roused once.

  They’d been that gentle.

  Of co
urse, that hadn’t lasted, not with her naked curves so soft and available. They hadn’t even bothered to wake her up before they’d started on her again. Really, that was Brock’s fault. His brother appeared insatiable, which was just why he’d left to go get lunch ready. Daisy needed her sleep, but as Tex lay there staring at her, he was hard-pressed not to wake her back up for another round.

  Perhaps it was time he got out of bed, too. He just didn’t want to move, didn’t want to lose this moment. It was perfect, and everything was right in the world. He had a mate now. Tex was never letting go.

  But he was getting out of bed, because protecting Daisy also meant not using her up to the last drop, which he feared he and Brock already had. So, Tex forced himself to leave his mate alone, snuggled into bed as he slipped out from under the sheets. He headed into the bathroom to wash up before heading downstairs to the new kitchen they’d built just weeks ago.

  It was a little disorienting to stumble down stairs, his cabin before having only been one story, but it was all part of the new life he was creating with his brother and their mate. Soon enough, he knew he’d be adjusted, and this would feel like the beginning of every day…every day that he overslept and skipped out on work. Tex didn’t do that often, having a great love and passion for the wood he worked in his shop.

  “Morning,” Brock called out from his position by the stove. He was busy making French toast. Tex could tell from all the ingredients left out on the counter.

  “Morning? It’s almost afternoon,” Tex pointed out as he headed straight for the coffee pot. He’d help with the mess after he had a shot of caffeine.

  “Daisy still sleeping?” As if the answer wasn’t obvious.

  “I wouldn’t be down here if she wasn’t.” That was the God’s honest truth, and so was the rest of what he had to say. “I think we might have worn her out.”

  “Ya think?” Brock tossed back, sharing a quick smile with Tex.

  Between them, it didn’t need to be said. The both understood that last night had been a gift, a gift they would cherish and hopefully repeat with regular frequency. Of course, that was up to Daisy, and Tex didn’t suspect that she’d wake up hungry for more cock.

  “What I think is that we better start practicing our answers to the questions she’s bound to have,” Tex finally answered as he turned to lean against the counter and savor the cup of coffee he’d poured.

  “Actually, that probably would have been a good thing to start practicing before last night.” Brock frowned as he flipped his toast. “I was just…not certain we’d get to that point.”

  Tex knew just what he was talking about. They’d been so focused on saving Daisy that they hadn’t really considered what they’d do with her once they claimed her. There was no doubt that she’d have questions. After they’d found her with the help of the Great Owl, they’d done some research on their little Daisy. She was an in-debt nerd with more degrees than Tex realized one person could secure.

  Outside of those degrees, she owned nothing but a beat-up old junker of a car. That thing had to go. So did her debt. He didn’t want his mate worrying over anything. Tex suspected that, with that big brain of hers, Daisy could worry better than most.

  “Okay.” Tex set his cup down. “Let’s start practicing. You want to do Daisy or me?”

  Brock shot him a lecherous look at that question and lifted a brow, but his brother knew what Tex had meant. He wasn’t going to dignify that look with a response. Brock didn’t wait for one, either.

  “You do her.”

  “Okay,” Tex repeated as he straightened up and tried to sound like a woman. “Who are you men? Why am I here? What did you do to me? I’m going to call the cops!”

  “We don’t have a phone,” Brock retorted and left it at that, causing Tex to snort and roll his eyes.

  “Well, how about a baseball bat?” Tex shot back. “Because I could use one right about now.”

  “Daisy wouldn’t say any of that!” Brock complained, sounding offended that Tex had said it, but both men were given a shock when Daisy herself spoke up.

  “No, I wouldn’t,” Daisy agreed, drawing both men’s attention to where she stood draped in a sheet and looking sexily bedraggled. “The first thing I’d ask is, where are some clothes? Then, if you said you didn’t have any after you shredded mine last night, I’d ask for that bat.”

  Tex smiled over her grumpy threat. She looked so cute and sounded even sweeter, despite the frown marring her brow. He’d have done anything to soothe that wrinkle from her face. In fact, he already had.

  “If you’d looked in the closet, you would have found your entire wardrobe.” Tex set his coffee cup down and sauntered over toward where Daisy stood gaping back at him as he explained a few things to her. “Look around and you’ll see that your personal effects are already unpacked in their new home.”

  “New home?” Daisy repeated, sounding confused by the concept.

  She didn’t need a new home. She already had one, and friends and family, who would be very worried if they didn’t hear from her soon. Those thoughts weighed heavily on her as Tex reached out a thumb to trace the edge of her jaw.

  “Yes, beautiful,” he whispered solemnly as if understanding the worries bothering her. That didn’t change the words falling from his lips. “You’re home now.”

  Daisy blinked those big, brown eyes up at him before turning slowly to do as he’d commanded and glance around. He could sense her shock as she realized that all of her stuff had, indeed, made a safe transition to their house.

  “But…how?” Daisy glanced back over at him, an accusation starting to glint in her gaze. “When?”

  “From the day you left.” Tex shrugged and admitted a truth he suspected wouldn’t help calm the anger he could see gathering in her eyes. “You can’t go back. Here, the pack protects you, but out there?” He glanced toward the window, signaling the world at large as he ground over the words that pained him to even consider. “Out there, you are vulnerable.”

  “To Crockett,” Daisy pressed, her tone taking on a sharpness. “That’s what this is all about. That bastard and what he did to Sally.”

  “Yes.”

  “French toast?” Brock stepped up holding a plate like a dog did a toy and smiling just as hopefully. “Mom made the bread just yesterday. It’s a really good.”

  “Uh…yeah.” Daisy frowned, not accepting Brock’s offer as she began stepping backward. “Maybe I ought to go get dressed first.”

  Tex perked up at that, unable to stop his own lips from lifting into what he suspected was a goofy grin. “Need some help?”

  “No,” Daisy answered quickly, dashing his hopes as she held up a hand to ward him off. “I have a feeling that would be counterproductive.”

  Pouting with his disappointment, Tex stood there by his brother as Daisy quickly disappeared back up the stairs that led to the bedrooms. They both watched her pick up the extra length of the sheet in one hand, revealing the cutest little feet as she darted up the steps.

  “Well…” Tex turned toward Brock, who was staring sadly down at his plate of French toast. “That didn’t go too badly.”

  “She didn’t accept the food.”

  “Yeah? But she didn’t ask for a bat, either,” Tex pointed out.

  * * * *

  Daisy wasn’t looking for a bat, either, but she was peeking in all the rooms that lined the hall, and what she discovered had her heart racing. There were six bedrooms in total, two on either side of the hall and one at either end. That wasn’t the unnerving part. What caught her notice was all of the bunk beds built into the walls.

  Four of the bedrooms had them, each bedroom being able to hold at least four kids. They were definitely kid rooms. They were painted. There were toys, and one of the bedrooms at the end of the hall was already done up like a nursery with four cribs.

  Four!

  Daisy suspected she knew just who was supposed be giving birth to all those babies. Her. While she’d always wanted chi
ldren, having litters had never been on her list of things to do. Litters were what they’d be. She didn’t fool herself on that. She’d had sex, unprotected, all-night-long sex with two men who shifted into wolves, and wolves had litters.

  Four!

  Feeling her breath catch and begin to shorten, she rushed back to the master bedroom at the other end of the hall, to settle down on the edge of the bed and focus on evening out her breathing. She would not panic. She would not hyperventilate. She was in control of the situation and…that was a lie.

  Glancing around the room, Daisy took note of all the details she’d been too busy to bother noticing before. She’d been in a rush when she’d woken up to find herself in a strange bed and discovered that this time the dreams had been real. She’d wanted proof. She’d wanted to see the two men who had been haunting her nights in the bright light of day.

  They were even better-looking in real life than they had been in her dreams, but four babies at a time? They weren’t that good-looking. No man was. Of course, she’d never had a man make her breakfast before.

  Daisy sighed and flopped back onto the bed, feeling overwhelmed by the sight of all her knickknacks spread across the room. This was her home now? She couldn’t leave? That was never going to work.

  Closing her eyes, she breathed deeply and tried to calm her racing thoughts. It didn’t work. All that came to her were the dreams that had filled her night. They’d been filled with bouts of ecstasy and moments of sheer terror as the darkness closed in and the dead cried out for her help. She knew in that moment her journey wasn’t over. There was more to be done.

  That certainty filled her in a way that warned her what lay ahead was not going to be easy, but she wouldn’t know how hard things might become until she got up, got dressed, and went to have a frank conversation with the two men below. If she didn’t hurry up, Daisy suspected they’d be coming up and her breakfast would be forgotten.

  Whatever existed between Tex, Brock, and her, it was hot and burned too quickly out of control. For that reason, Daisy would need to dress in as many layers as she could comfortably wear, certain that the extra padding would help buy her the time to focus if they became too fresh.