by Jenny Penn
“What about my family…my schooling?” Daisy glared at them, puckering up in the cutest way possible. “I had a life, you know.”
“Now you have a new one,” Brock insisted, “and I promise, both Tex and I are here to assure that it is the best life you’ve ever dreamed.
“I dreamed of teaching.”
“Well, that’s perfect.” Brock broke into a big smile. “Most the cubs are homeschooled, but I’m sure many of the moms would welcome the chance to transfer that responsibility over to you.”
“I’m not talking about cubs! I’m talking about college students.”
“Eventually they’ll grow up into college students,” Tex assured her, though that comment only drew Daisy’s glare in his direction. “What? What do you want us to say? We saved you, but we weren’t the ones who put you in danger. Malsumis chose you. This is your destiny.”
“Destiny? I don’t believe in destiny.”
* * * *
Daisy really didn’t. What she did believe was that she was getting a headache. Everything they were saying was too much. Not that she doubted either Tex or Brock. If she did, she’d probably be laughing, but right then, she felt closer to crying. This was a disaster.
Sally and the others didn’t deserve the fate that Malsumis had cast down on them. So what if Nodin had made a bad choice? That didn’t mean Sally or any of the rest deserved the fate they’d been thrown into. There had to be a way to save them.
In that instant, Daisy realized what her mission was⎯to liberate Sally and all the other mates trapped in the trading post. To do that, she needed more information.
“When you say that Nodin opened the portal to the beast…what did that get him?”
“Revenge,” Tex stated simply as Brock quickly picked up on that comment.
“The beast unleashed its own army on that town, which is why they’re trapped there. The land is cursed.”
If somebody had asked her two months ago whether she believed in curses or not, she’d have said no. Right then, though, that sounded completely reasonable. They were cursed, and while Daisy might be new to this whole world, she felt certain there was a way to break the curse.
“And the beast? Your ancestors killed it?” Because she was thinking the beast might hold the secret.
“The beast cannot be killed.” Brock frowned, slapping his brother’s hand away when Tex tried to stick a fork into her food. “After Malsumis created, Lucifer sent one of his commanders to steal a pregnant mate. She was taken to hell and gave birth to the only female wolven ever known.”
“It is said that she was three in one⎯human, wolven, and poisoned by the devil himself. She could not be killed. She grew only stronger and more vicious. Eventually, Lucifer cast her out, a stain on all of creation.”
“Three?” Daisy blinked, her degree in literature drawing her mind to the only three-headed beast that had ever been described anything close to what Tex was talking about. “You’re talking about Cerberus?”
“Cerberus is the name given to her sometimes, yes.” Brock nodded. “She wreaked havoc on this world until finally a solution was found, and she was split into her three parts. The wolf, the human, and the demon.”
“The demon was cast back into hell,” Tex chipped in as he shoved out of his seat and headed for the fridge.
“The spirit of the wolf poisoned many of the men who assisted our battle, creating what you call the werewolves,” Brock explained. “Some were domesticated into packs. Though Malsumis never accepted them, other gods were quick to recruit them into their armies.”
“And what of the woman?” Daisy pressed. “What happened to her?”
“She lives on, a soulless shell,” Brock answered as Tex began to pull out all the fixings for a sandwich. “You’re still hungry?”
“Hey, I exerted a lot of energy last night,” Tex shot back, “and unlike you, I haven’t been picking on the food as I cook.”
“You don’t cook,” Brock retorted with clear disgust.
“That’s why I have you around.”
Daisy was pleased to see that neither man suggested that she would do the cooking. That thought turned her attention to more immediate concerns, like getting to know the two men she was now supposed to live with.
“Are you a chef?” Daisy glanced at Brock, directing that question at him, only to receive an instant frown.
“We don’t have chefs. I’m an electrician…of sorts.”
“Of sorts?”
“He means he makes small electrical toys and sells them online,” Tex answered for his brother. “I’m a carver…well, more like a wood artist. I sell everything online, too.”
“Everybody here does,” Brock explained. “We try to avoid interacting with humans, but everybody needs to make a living. Even our kind.”
“And you want me to be a teacher,” Daisy concluded, harking back to their earlier comments, and was surprised when Brock shook his head.
“We want you to be whatever you want to be.”
Whatever she wanted to be? Daisy didn’t really have an answer for that one. What she did know was that she didn’t want to be held captive.
“I want to be able to leave the mountain.”
That drew immediate frowns from both men, but Daisy could also read the sadness in their eyes and knew that what they had to say bothered them just as much as it bothered her.
“You can’t.” Brock stepped around the island to take up her hands and offer her the only consolation she knew he could. “I want to give you the world, beautiful, but the ghosts linger in the shadows. They’re freed on the full moon, but they can reach you in your dreams wherever you go.”
“But not here.” Daisy swallowed, wondering why not, Tex’s and Brock’s arrogance not withstanding.
“They wouldn’t dare,” Brock vowed, melting Daisy’s heart and silencing her doubts as he reached out to cup her cheek in one large, callused hand. “This is sacred ground, long blessed by our ancestors. The ghosts can’t reach you here.”
“You’re sure?”
“I swear. We’ll never let anything happen to you, Daisy. You are ours to love and protect, a gift we will never take for granted.”
Tears flooded Daisy’s eyes as, in that moment, her mind finally paused to listen to her heart. This man with his dark hair and his dark eyes, he was something special. So was his brother.
“Ours to love,” Tex echoed softly, appearing behind her stool to press his hard heat into her back, fingers coming up to stroke through her hair. “Let us love you, show you how much we care.”
“Yes,” Daisy breathed out, unable to deny them or the ache in her cunt.
She wanted them. She’d tried to ignore it, but the very sight of both men inspired a lust that made it hard for her to focus. Daisy gave up the battle. Beasts, curses, captivity, none of it mattered in those moments as Tex’s warm, strong hands began to massage the tension from her scalp.
He worked his way slowly down her neck and back until she didn’t even have the strength to sit up straight. Instead, Daisy collapsed against Brock’s chest, allowing him to hold her close and keep her safe while Tex melted every worry from her mind.
That was only the beginning.
Chapter 7
Tex could feel Daisy’s tension and anxieties fade away beneath his hands as each and every one of her muscles slowly relaxed. He knew her worries, understood what she feared, but that didn’t change the truth. Daisy belonged to them now. She was theirs to treasure and provide for, and it was time to start showing her just what that meant.
With a nod to Brock, Tex stepped back and allowed Brock to sweep their mate off her stool. He trailed behind his brother as Brock carried Daisy back up the stairs. She didn’t object but wrapped her arms around Brock’s neck and buried her face in his shoulder in a sign of submission that touched Tex’s heart.
That wasn’t the only part of him she affected.
He’d been hard and hurting since he woke up, but now Tex was doubly
so. After all that morbid talk, he felt a desperate need to celebrate life in the most fundamental of all ways. More than that, Tex wanted a taste of the paradise he’d only ever known when he’d buried himself deep in Daisy’s cunt.
Of course, he wouldn’t mind taking her ass for a ride, either.
That thought had him veering toward the closet he shared with Brock and the mating gifts they had hidden inside. By the time he returned, Brock had set Daisy back down on her feet, only to capture her mouth in a kiss that looked all-consuming. Tex didn’t want to miss out on that.
Dropping the gift bags on the nightstand, Tex hurried over to press up against Daisy’s back to begin nibbling on her neck. She moaned into Brock’s mouth and tilted her head, offering more of her sweet-tasting skin up to Tex’s kisses. He savored each one, delighting in the smooth softness of her flesh.
Daisy was soft and round all over, just the way Tex liked his women. He let her know just how much he liked her curves, grinding the thick ridge of the erection straining behind the zipper of his jeans up against the plush globes of her ass. Her hips flexed, matching his motion as Brock began to sway with them in a foreshadowing of just how they planned to take her under the next full moon.
Every mate was given one month to adjust to the feeling of having her ass filled and come to grips with the idea of taking two men on at once. For now, though, they would start small and go slowly. That’s just what Tex did as he stepped back to pull Daisy’s sweater off and allow it to flutter to the floor.
Brock’s hands brushed against Tex’s as each man reached for the hem of her shirt. They pulled it up slowly, Brock being forced to break free of Daisy’s kiss and Daisy being forced to raise her arms. She didn’t resist, even though Tex quickly realized she’d planned ahead.
He might have been joking earlier when he asked her how many clothes she was wearing, but that was only because her scent had been weak, and now he knew why. She’d layered up, but that made undressing her all the more fun. Both Tex and Brock took their time teasing her with more suckling kisses along the curve of her shoulders, left bare by her tank top. Then that, too, they slipped up over her head and out of their way, leaving Daisy’s breasts heaving within the satin cups of her bra.
Tex hung his head over Daisy’s shoulders and eyed those beautifully rounded mounds and envied his brother the front position because it was Brock who got to dip his head and take a taste of all that smooth flesh. It was Brock who drew the moans from their mate’s lips as she arched up into kisses, allowing him to nuzzle aside one satiny cup and tease the puckered tip.
It was Tex’s job, on the other hand, to clear the way for Brock’s mouth. So, he allowed his hands to trace Daisy’s graceful spine up the clasp of her bra and snap it free. The straps slid down her arms and so did Tex’s hands as he brushed the thin elastic all the way to the tips of her fingers. He could see the goosebumps that followed in his trail and hear the gasps that fell from her lips as Brock took immediate advantage of her bra falling to the floor.
Tex’s dick pulsed in wanton demand as he watched his brother feast on Daisy’s breasts, but his job was not done. Lifting his head, Tex concentrated on leaving another trail of bumps down Daisy’s spine as he kissed her to the sensitive hollow at the base. He’d sunk to his knees, his eyes going to the round globes of Daisy’s plush ass and thinking that he did have something to play with.
He just needed to unwrap it. Again, he found hands already splayed across Daisy’s quivering tummy and curling around the waistband of her pants. They fumbled together to get the clasp undone and the zipper lowered, neither man really having a view of what they were doing, but it was Tex who settled his hands onto Daisy’s hips and began easing the khaki slacks downward after they managed to undo them.
Tex had expected to find the lush globes of her ass barely contained by one of the lacy scraps they’d replaced her underwear with, but instead, he was looking at nylon. Daisy had put on a pair of tights, but if she thought that would stop them, then the woman clearly didn’t understand the situation.
Though, she may have regretted her decision. Tex hoped so. He and Brock certainly tried to make it so by rolling the tights downward inch by inch and devouring each bit of skin revealed all the way down to her pretty little feet. By the time they were done, Daisy was panting and whimpering with her need.
The heady scent of feminine arousal thickened in the air, driving the fire burning in his balls into an inferno. He needed to fuck, but more than that, Tex needed to take care of Daisy. She came before everything else, even his own needs. For that reason, he bit back on the pain and contented himself with filling his hands with the soft, sweet globes of her breasts as he rose back to his feet and allowed his brother the privilege of pleasuring their mate.
On his knees now, Brock didn’t hesitate to lift one of Daisy’s legs over his shoulder and lean up to cover her cunt with kisses. Daisy started to mew and squirm, her breath coming in great, heaving pants that had her breasts lifting within Tex’s hands. The hard, puckered tips pressed into his palms, demanding attention. Tex was all too happy to oblige.
He caught her nipples between his fingers and quickly learned just how she liked to have them rubbed and pulled and even twisted. Each caress was followed by the happy sounds of Brock devouring her wet pussy. It didn’t take either man long to wind her up until she grew tense, flushing with her oncoming release.
Then Daisy was coming in a rush with a scream that had her deflating in Tex’s arms. He lifted her up, sweeping her off her feet and away from Brock to carry her naked, shivering form over to the bed where he laid her gently down before straightening up and reaching for the gift bags. He pulled out two bottles of scented, warming oils and tossed one toward his brother as he knelt down on the opposite side of the large bed.
Then both men were turning their attention toward the woman who looked as if she’d already passed out, but they had only just begun. Tex didn’t intend on stopping.
* * * *
Daisy didn’t want him to, didn’t want them to. She was feeling way too good to even consider asking them to pause. Why would she? They’d slickened their hands with an oil that smelled of cinnamon and apples. It heated as they began to massage her from her feet all the way back up to her head. Their strong, hard hands worked every bit of tension lingering in her muscles out until she lay there like a limp noodle, completely at their command.
She didn’t even object when they rolled her over. Whatever self-consciousness she felt about the very large size of her ass was lost in that moment, and all Daisy could do was drool into the mattress as both men worked their way back down her neck and over her spine.
Tex lingered over her ass, his fingers teasing the edge of the crease that divided both cheeks before slipping down to discover the aching flesh of her cunt, all swollen and weeping for more attention. Daisy wasn’t about to deny herself or him. Instead, she parted her legs, allowing Tex the room to tease her with whisper-soft caresses over the lips of her pussy.
He divided them with the same tenderness that he showed when massaging her, making Daisy feel more than simply loved. She felt cherished and adored. It was the most amazing feeling in the world. Daisy hadn’t ever realized or believed that life could be this good. While she knew the pleasure came at a cost, right then she didn’t care.
All that mattered was Tex’s fingers strumming through her folds while Brock worked his magic down her leg. Who would have ever guessed that her feet could be so sensitive and a source of such delight? It radiated upward, joining the shivers quivering out of her cunt and amplifying them until Daisy was moaning and shifting, desperate for the feel of a hard cock. What she got instead was the slow invasion of her ass.
Daisy stilled, her breath catching as she felt Tex gather the thick cream coating her pussy up on his fingertips and leave a sticky trail back to the tender ring of muscles guarding her rear entrance. It was a surprise and a wonder to feel him press in, making her whole world sparkle with an inte
nse pressure that left her wanting only more.
Tex treated her to more, his touch deepening, the pleasure expanding. Soon Daisy was mindless to all else but the feel of him slowly pumping his fingers in and out of her ass. He kept a smooth, even rhythm that her hips began to match as her ass began to lift every time he pulled back.
It was divine. It was heavenly. It was over all too soon.
Daisy whimpered in complaint as Tex’s fingers slipped free, and he soothed her with a rough promise that there was more to come.
“Shhh, beautiful, I’ve got you,” Tex assured her, his voice dripping out like molasses on a warm day while Brock’s wrapped her in a heated wave of want.
His hands shifted from her legs back to her head, so he could brush her hair back and whisper dark promises right into her ear. The soft brush of his breath tickled her as his words filled her with such longing.
“Let Tex do what he needs to, beautiful,” Brock coaxed. “We’ve got so many plans for that ass, but we don’t want to hurt you. So we’re going to stretch you until you can take a cock…or two, because that’s where this is headed, beautiful. It’s headed back under the moonlight for one more mating, for three of us as one. Don’t you want that? Don’t you want to feel me fucking your tight little pussy while Tex rides that ass?”
God, did she ever, but Daisy didn’t have the strength to respond, not with the feel of a smooth, rounded head pressing against her ass. It was too thin, too cool to be Tex, but that didn’t stop the rush of delight from flooding through her veins as the toy slid deep inside of her. Then, sweet mercy above, it began to inflate.
“Oh God…oh God…oh oh, God!” Daisy panted over and over again as the toy stretched her to the point of pain before deflating, only to thicken seconds later and stretch her even wider.
Over and over again, Tex used the toy to push her limits until pain began to blur with the sizzling delight, leaving her strung out and desperate for an end to the torment. Daisy tried to beg for more, but her words fell out in incoherent moans. Tex didn’t need them anyway. He seemed to know and understand her body and its limits better than Daisy ever had.
