Love's Salvation

by Jenny Penn

  Brock frowned, his arms tightening around her for a second before they eased backward, allowing her to slip down to her feet. He didn’t release her completely, though, but held her steady in a hug for a second longer.

  “I love you,” Brock whispered, placing a kiss on her forehead.

  “And I you.” Daisy met his gaze and found her first real smile. “Both you and Tex.”

  “We know,” Tex assured her, stepping up to wrap his arms around her from behind, “and if you have to go in there alone, then know you take both of our hearts with you.”

  And they would keep hers safe from the darkness.

  With that certainty giving her strength, Daisy pulled free of both men’s hold and turned to face her nightmare.

  * * * *

  It was Tex’s nightmare, too. He stood there fighting against every instinct he possessed and watched Daisy step into the shadows. They thickened around her almost instantly, darkening out the flame she carried until he couldn’t even see it flickering in the night. It was then that the overwhelming urge to lunge out and drag her back nearly consumed him.

  It would have, too, if the Great Owl hadn’t soared overhead, assuring him that Daisy carried the god’s will with her. Still, it seemed as if the seconds ticked by into an eternity before there was a whoosh as fire exploded out in all directions. He knew she had unleashed the eternal flame.

  It crackled to life in a rush that brought the brilliant flickers right to the edge of the border their pack had erected with torches. Tex was distantly aware of screams of the ghosts. They were reflected in the flames in shadow as they writhed in burning agony. The buildings that made up the old trading post loomed large but slowly began to crumble as they burnt down to the ground.

  Tex didn’t care what happened to them. All that mattered in that moment was Daisy, trapped in the inferno, but when Tex would have leapt into the flames themselves, he was thrown back by a force much stronger than any evil. Brock went sailing past him barely a second later.

  By the time both brothers shook off their hard landings and regrouped with every intention of rushing the flames again, the fire was receding with an unnatural rapidness. Tex caught a glimpse of Daisy as she stood in the center of the decimated town, looking at peace and even smiling.

  Even stranger than Daisy’s reaction to being caught in the blaze was the ground the flames receding unveiled. It wasn’t charred or burnt in the slightest. Neither was Daisy, as she was finally turned toward them and began to walk through the flames unharmed.

  This time, nothing got in Tex’s way as he rushed toward her, needing assurance that she was all right. She was. The flames hadn’t burnt her. They’d healed her. Her hands were pink and glowing just like the rest of her, and there was only one thing Tex could do to appease the relief pounding through him.

  He kissed her, trying to infuse all the love he felt for Daisy in that one simple gesture and knew that he had succeeded when she dropped the stone that no longer held a flame and wrapped her arms around him. Then Daisy was kissing him back with a frantic desperation that left him in no doubt of what she wanted, what she needed, and Tex stood willing to give her his all.

  So did Brock.

  Tex’s brother pulled Daisy free of Tex’s kiss, spinning her around to meet his lips as Tex began to tear the clothes from her body. Daisy whimpered and pumped her hips, making it clear what she craved. He was all too eager to give it to her.

  Sweeping her jeans down her leg, Tex fell to his knees and yanked both of her feet clear of the cumbersome denim. Then he was lifting her leg over his shoulder and opening up the sweet, wet folds of her pussy for his tasting. Tex was ravenous. He fucked his tongue deep into her cunt, over and over again until Daisy was breaking free and crying out with her pleasure.

  Then she was coming in a hard rush that had her sheath tightening down on his tongue and unleashing a tidal wave of heated cream. Tex quickly pulled back and replaced his tongue with his fingers, gathering up the slick proof of her release and using it to begin lubing up her ass. It was time.

  Time to take her along with her brother and make her truly theirs beneath the full moon. There was no disguising Daisy’s eagerness for just that. Her ass lifted, her moans becoming deep and guttural as he screwed his fingers into the tight depths of her back channel, and it was all Tex could do not to take her right then.

  Brock wasn’t so restrained, and before Tex could react, his brother was falling backward and pulling Daisy with him. She went eagerly, settling down on Brock and trying to mount him even as Brock fumbled with his pants’ zipper. Tex followed suit, freeing his cock and coming to kneel behind Daisy, more than ready to take her ass for a ride. He just wanted to make sure she was ready to be ridden.

  Tex reached around to fill his hands with her generous breasts, cupping the heavy mounds in his fingers as his thumbs stretched out to trap her nipples and begin to roll them, even as his hips pumped forward, grinding the long, heated length of his dick between the flushed globes of her ass.

  Daisy moaned again and ground herself back against him, her whole body arching as her hips flexed. Her hands came up to cover his and guide his motions in a sexy gesture that nearly stole Tex’s breath, but it had already left his body in a long sigh as his dick slid backward, the swollen head of his cock resting against the clenched opening of her rear. Before Tex could take her, though, Brock screwed him over again.

  Brock’s hands came to take command of Daisy’s hips and lift her up away from Tex to settle her cunt down over his finally-freed dick. In that instant, Daisy clearly forgot about Tex. Clearly eager to take a ride, she pulled free of Tex’s hold to bend forward and slide down his brother’s hard length. Then she was fucking him, hard and fast, moaning and groaning over every pump of her hips.

  Tex was not about to be left out.

  Crawling forward, he palmed her ass, not that Daisy seemed to notice. She didn’t even hesitate as she rode Brock, who was stretched back and smiling as he gazed up at their mate. Tex drew her attention, though, when he split her cheeks wide and lined up the thick head of his cock with her entrance once again.

  This time, he didn’t hesitate.

  This time, he slid right on into her tight channel, making Daisy gasp with every inch he fed her. She loved every inch. Tex could tell because each breath falling from her lips carried one word.

  “Yes…yes…yes…”

  The smile that grew across Daisy’s face was big and wide, and she was all but glowing as she bucked between Brock and him. There was no stopping her now. She fucked herself between them in a frenzy that sucked both Tex and Brock right into the inferno. Just like the flames earlier, it seared, but it did not burn.

  Not Tex, at any rate.

  * * * *

  Daisy was on fire. Every single one of her cells was consumed by a sparkling pleasure that left her whole body tingling. Nothing had ever felt this good before. The thick feel of both cocks pumping into her body was almost too much to endure, but all she craved was more.

  The nightmares, the ghosts, the pain, it was all forgotten in that moment. All that existed was the three of them, Tex, Brock, and her…and the pleasure. Rapturous bolts of delight shot straight up her spine as the world spun in a whorl around her, and Daisy felt the release building in her muscles as they tensed, tighter and tighter. Then it exploded, and she was writhing as pure, molten ecstasy cascaded through her in a rush so strong it all but tore her soul from her body.

  Daisy wasn’t alone in the heart of the storm. Tex and Brock were there with her. Their shouts echoed through the mountain as they came in hard blasts. Then they were all collapsing into a sweaty, sticky ball of limbs and bodies, each one heaving for breath as the aftermath of their releases left them shaking with aftershocks. Tex, Brock, and Daisy remained like that for several minutes before Brock finally roused with a complaint.

  “Come on, Tex, get off,” Brock grumbled as he started to move beneath Daisy, making her moan and drool as the two cocks still b
uried deep inside her ground up against her still-pulsing passages.

  “I thought I just did,” Tex returned, sounding on the verge of laughter. Brock wasn’t half as amused.

  “Come on, man, you’re getting heavy!”

  “Complain, complain, complain,” Tex muttered with a snicker sounding in his tone as he began to pull free of Daisy’s body in a slow, sensual withdraw that had her once again moaning with the residual flare of delight.

  “You okay, beautiful?” Brock glanced up at Daisy with a concern that had her melting down over him.

  “I’m just fine.” Hell, she was better than fine.

  There were simply no words to describe how she felt, but Daisy knew she’d better find some, because Brock did not look convinced. Brock rolled to his side with her as Tex flopped down next to them, and then both men began inspecting her with a thoroughness that would have left Daisy blushing at any other time.

  “Are you sure?” Tex frowned. “We weren’t too rough, were we?”

  “The ghosts didn’t get you, did they?” Brock echoed, and then both men fell silently pensive as they awaited her answer.

  “No. Nothing could or can touch me. Your love is my salvation.” Daisy smiled as both men preened with that assurance. Then she wiggled free of Brock’s hold to scramble up to her feet and offer each man a hand. “Come on, my loves. Let’s go home.”

  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 worlds 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.

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