Legend of the Feral 3: Passion's Roots (Siren Publishing LoveEdge)

by Jenny Penn

  Hearts that could bleed.

  Hearts that could cry.

  Hearts that made a man vulnerable.

  When the men realized that, Jaxon had a feeling they wouldn’t be pleased. Nobody would care for the vulnerability. Jaxon certainly didn’t, but he accepted it as the price he paid for the joy that Jezie brought to his life.

  He also knew that there would be change. It was time to settle down. Time to breed and train the sons that would one day fight their own battles.

  “Jaxon?”

  The sound of Jezie’s hesitant voice had him turning around to spy her pushing through the curtains that led to the balcony. She’d dressed in one of his shirts, and the sight had the tension tightening through his chest clenching. He couldn’t help but scowl even harder as the reminder of what he might have lost ripped through him.

  “You shouldn’t be out of bed, wench,” Jaxon grumbled, his tone coming out harsher than he intended, but Jezie didn’t seem to mind.

  She simply smiled and crossed the tiled floor of the balcony to wrap her arms around him in a big hug that had her snuggling into his chest. Jaxon felt the warmth of her love seeping into him, filling him with a hope that had him aching because the truth was he was almost out of that commodity.

  That thought had his arms winding around her as he crushed Jezie in a tight embrace. They clung to each other for several minutes before she finally appeared to notice the scene playing out in the yard below. She pulled back, her brow furling into a frown as her gaze narrowed on Kragen as he began leading the men out of the yard, and Jaxon could already read the questions forming in her mind.

  “What is going on?” Jezie glanced back up at him, and he could tell that no amount of soothing was going to distract her from the procession below.

  That didn’t mean that he couldn’t try. “It’s nothing for you to worry over.”

  “Please.” Jezie snorted. “What is Kragen doing?”

  “He’s organizing a hunting party to go after whatever killed Khan and attacked you,” Jaxon stated simply, earning a scowl for his bluntness.

  “He’s not going to find it.” Jezie sounded certain, but Jaxon didn’t ask why.

  He already knew the probability of capturing whatever evil had poisoned their land were slim. He didn’t care. Not right then. Right then he had something else to say. Jaxon needed to muster all his courage to get it said.

  “Jezie?”

  “Yes?”

  “I love you.”

  Jezie glanced up at him with the twinkle fully restored to her gaze, and Jaxon knew she was up to no good. “I know.”

  She knew? What the hell kind of answer was that? Jaxon scowled, ready to take exception to her response when Jezie reached up to cup his cheek and soothe him with her own confession.

  “And I love you.”

  * * * *

  Jezie could have laughed at the shocked look making Jaxon gape down at her. He was so funny. He was also hers to protect and cherish. So, she rose up to her tiptoes and pressed her lips against his, sharing with him her joy in the moment.

  With a muttered groan, Jaxon tightened his arms around her as he forced her mouth open for the invasion of his tongue. Wanton and wicked, he toyed with her, teasing and stroking until the flames burning deep between her legs was ignited once again. It never really went out, but sparkled all the brighter as his hands slid down to her hips to jerk her up tight against the hard ridge of his erection straining behind the clasp of his jeans.

  He was long and thick, and she ached to feel him buried deep inside her again. More than that, she needed him and couldn’t control the pump and grind of her hips as she tried vainly to find some small measure of satisfaction. All her motions did was stoke the fires roaring in her until Jezie felt her skin flush and her reason melt away.

  Left only with the instincts that were as old as time itself, Jezie clamped her lips down on Jaxon’s tongue and sucked, knowing just what she was doing to him when he growled and swept her off her feet never breaking free of her kiss. Not until he reached the edge of the bed. He tossed her onto it, and by the time Jezie had scrambled back up to her knees and shed the shirt that felt to rough and itchy against her sensitive skin, Jaxon had already begun to free the delicious length of his cock.

  Jezie wanted a taste of that and went down on all fours to catch his thick, swollen head of his dick with her lips. Jaxon snarled again but didn’t attempt to stop her as she sucked him deep and began fucking him with a quick rhythm that only fed the ravenous hunger tearing through her. He was so hot, so hard, and tasted like heaven.

  More than that, he tasted like hers, and in that moment, Jezie reveled in her power over him. Jaxon was so big, so strong, and completely at her mercy. Jezie didn’t have much patience left, and as Jaxon’s pants fell to the floor, her hands were there to catch his balls and roll the tender sac, knowing it would drive him wild. It did.

  He came in a hard, heady rush that challenged Jezie to swallow down all that he had to offer her. She missed a few stray drops but licked them straight off his cock, her eyes rolling up to catch his gaze as she slowly eased away from him. She knew exactly what he was thinking and couldn’t help but smile.

  “No, I didn’t ask for permission,” Jezie all but purred as she stretched out on the bed, spreading her legs wide so he could watch as she slid her fingers into her wet folds.

  Over the past week, he and Kragen had made her put on more than one show, teaching her just how to drive them wild. Jezie was nothing if not a good student. She took to her lessons well and considered this to be the final exam as she boldly dared to taunt Jaxon with both her words and her actions.

  “And I’m going to make myself come whenever I want from now on.”

  Jezie smiled as she caught her clit beneath her finger and began to roll the small bud, driving both herself and Jaxon crazy as the pleasure built into a living tension that infused the air. She was so close, right there on the cusp of an explosion so magnificent that Jezie forgot all about taunting Jaxon, but he made his presence known.

  With a feral sound of hunger, he came down on top of her, one hand latching onto her wrist and ripping it away from her pulsing folds before she could send herself over that edge into the sweet oblivion of the climax clenching within her. It tightened down, becoming a volatile whirl of excruciating pleasure and a tantalizing bite of pain as Jaxon caught the aching tip of one swollen breast and began to suck.

  Jezie cried out with her need, her free hand burying itself in his hair in a vain attempt to direct his motions. He was too strong, and a second later, she found both of her wrists captured and pinned to the bed as Jaxon dined on her flushed flesh, licking and nibbling his way from one puckered peak to the other until both her nipples were furled and burning with the same ache, making her hips jerk.

  Jezie arched with her need, grinding the swollen folds of her pussy along the heavy length of the cock settled between her legs. He felt so good, so hard and thick, and she tried desperately to squirm into a position that would allow her to take him into her body. Jaxon held her still, settling even more weight down on top of her as he transferred both of her wrists to one large hand while the other slid down her side to dip over her hips.

  A second later the rough tips of his fingers were invading her folds, finding her clit and filling her just enough to leave her crying out once again. She begged him with her moans and her pants for more of the sizzling delight slicing through her as she bucked and twisted. Jaxon was merciless, though, only teasing her with the slightest of touches and leaving her sheath clenching on air as he fucked her with slow, shallow strokes of his fingers.

  All the while he nibbled his way down her trembling stomach to nuzzle her soft folds. He freed her wrists as both his hands settled over her hips to hold her still and arch her pelvis, offering her molten flesh up for his feasting. He devoured her with a feral hunger that left Jezie weeping with the need for a release.

  Then her climax hit with such force it left
her shaken as he fucked his tongue deep into her sheath. He twirled his velvety length, teasing her weeping wall and making her shudder as she felt his tongue grow thicker, longer, fuller…just like her release. The searing pleasure exploding through her collapsed into a boiling cauldron of desperate need as Jaxon finally pulled back, releasing her pulsing flesh to flip her over onto her stomach.

  Jezie heard the door open in the background and knew that Kragen had entered the room. No other would dare to walk in without knocking. Her stomach quivered with excitement as his heavy footsteps cut a straight line toward the bed. This is how it was meant to the be—the three of them always and forever.

  Eager for what came next, she rose up to her knees, spreading them wide and arching her back as she offered up her pussy to Jaxon, but he didn’t take it. Instead he rolled her over, smiling down at her as he settled himself between her thighs. Then he pressed the flared knob of his cockhead up against her spasming entrance and slid easily in, making Jezie gasp with the whip of delight that lanced straight up her spine.

  She melted beneath the searing heat as he rolled both of them back over, his hands gripping her hips as he held her steady for the slick invasion of Kragen’s fingers. Jezie moaned as Kragen pressed in deep, lubing her up for what came next. She wanted it, needed it, and left no doubt of her desire as she reached back to spread her own ass cheeks in an invitation Kragen accepted almost instantly.

  The bulbous head of Kragen’s cock pressed up against her tender entrance, stretching her muscles wide as he slid inward. The feel of both brothers’ cocks filling her full left Jezie gasping as the pleasure flooded through her body like an avalanche, drowning her in a sea of delight.

  Jezie buried her face in the crook of Jaxon’s shoulder as she gasped for air and arched her back, welcoming Kragen just as deep as he could go. He was so deliciously thick and long nothing had ever felt this good…nothing except maybe when they began to move.

  Neither brother gave Jezie the moment to adjust to the feel of being stuffed full before they started to fuck her with slow rolls of their hips that taunted her more than they satisfied. Her sheath felt on fire, her ass burning with need, aching for the hard, grinding friction of a real screwing, but Jaxon and Kragen held back until she was pleading with them, writhing between them in desperation.

  Only then did they treat her to real thrusts, but still they taunted her, not matching their motions with each other but, instead, calling out to her and making her beg for more.

  “Is that what you wanted, wench?” Jaxon snarled, his fingers tightening on her hips as she tried to pull back for a hard thrust. He denied her and demanded her answer. “Tell us what you want, wench. Tell us how you want it.”

  “Hard,” Jezie breathed out, the word filled with so much need it sounded scared. “Fast. Please. I need it.”

  “Then tell us you love us,” Kragen commanded, going completely still until Jezie gave him the words he needed to hear.

  “With all my heart.”

  That was all it took to snap both brothers’ control completely. Then they were riding her just like she’d asked⎯hard and fast. They spared her no bit of their strength, and Jezie wouldn’t have had it any other way. She loved every pounding thrust of their hips, loved the feel of Jaxon’s heated, silken length dragging over the sensitive walls of her sheath, grinding back against Kragen’s hard thickness. The way they moved together, plunging themselves deep into her body in a perfect rhythm, drove Jezie absolutely crazy.

  The only thing she wanted was more.

  They gave it to her, riding her with a frenzy that had the massive bed scraping across the floor. They drove her straight up to a peak of ecstasy so raw and pure that it flashed through her with enough force to rip a scream right out of Jezie’s throat.

  She lost touch with all reality, existing only in a world defined by the intense rays of a pleasure so deep, so intense it set her soul on fire. She was burning up from the inside out until there was nothing left of her but primitive instincts that had her meeting each one of Jaxon’s and Kragen’s thrusts until they joined her in the sea of bliss, giving himself over with a roar that echoed into the darkness that claimed Jezie only seconds later.

  She passed out, certain that the world would right itself. Even if it didn’t, she’d still have Kragen and Jaxon to keep her safe.

  THE END

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  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  I live near Charleston, SC, with my two biggies (my dogs). I have had a slightly unconventional life. Moving almost every three years, I’ve had a range of day jobs that included everything from working for one of the world’s largest banks as an auditor to turning wrenches as an outboard repair mechanic. I’ve always regretted that we only get one life and have tried to cram as much as I can into this one.

  Throughout it all, I’ve always read books, feeding my need to dream and fantasize about what could be. An avid reader since childhood, as a latchkey kid I’d spend hours at the library earning those shiny stars the librarian would paste up on the board after my name.

  I credit my grandmother’s yearly visits as the beginning of my obsession with romances. When she’d come, she’d bring stacks of romance books, the old fashion kind that didn’t have sex in them. Imagine my shock when I went to the used bookstore and found out what really could be in a romance novel.

  I’ve working on my own stories for years and have found a particular love of erotic romances. In this genre, women are no longer confined to a stereotype and plots are no longer constrained to the rational. I love the anything-goes mentality and letting my imagination run wild.

  I hope you enjoyed running with me and will consider picking up another book and coming along for another adventure.

  Jenny

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