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

by Jenny Penn

  Jezie wasn’t ready to consider what she really wanted. It was far easier just to allow the Shardars to take full responsibility and direct her. They were going to take what they wanted anyway. It wasn’t her fault if she found it pleasurable. That was much better than the alternative, Jezie assured herself as she reached the pillows and turned around to do as the brothers had commanded. She knelt, spreading her legs wide.

  The cool air brushing up against her intimate flesh as her folds parted felt erotic and decadent, making her ache in the sweetest of ways. Her mind immediately went to the scene she and Khan had walked into when they first entered the room. The woman had been touching herself most inappropriately, and now Jezie found herself with the same urge, and she couldn’t help but wonder if the Shardars hadn’t woven some magical spell around her.

  That thought, along with every other one, vanished in an instant from her mind as she lifted her gaze to find both Jaxon and Kragen stalking toward the bed. Suddenly she felt cornered and very uncertain of what was coming next, but she need not have worried. They’d already told her what they planned⎯dinner.

  That wasn’t code either, she realized as Jaxon paused to pick up the platter of food that their servant had brought in. The memory of what the man must have seen had her face heating again, even as she felt her intimate flesh softening once more. That was wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong, she repeated to herself, but it didn’t change her body’s response to the memory. Wrong or right didn’t matter when it came to passion, and passion was what was building, thickening with every step as Kragen and Jaxon drew closer.

  Without a word to her or each other, they settled down onto the bed, flanking her on either side as Jaxon placed the tray full of small chunks of meat and cheeses before Jezie. They didn’t need to tell her what was expected as they stretched out beside her, and dinner passed in silence as she lifted the small bites of food to each Shardar’s lips.

  They accepted her offerings, pulling her fingers into their mouths. They sucked, licked, nibbling on the tips until she felt ready to squirm. There was something so purely erotic about the gestures that she couldn’t help but respond. The proof of her desire thickened along the tops of her thighs, perfuming the air with a rich, musky odor that would have embarrassed her at any other time.

  Not tonight.

  Tonight she felt free, if still a little uncertain. How could she not feel a little uncertain with the massive bulge each brother was sporting? Jezie’s eyes kept straying downward to the enormous tents straining against each man’s pants. She couldn’t help remember just how big and daunting Jaxon’s penis had been when he dared to storm into the Matron’s house completely naked. She wondered if Kragen was identical in all ways to his brother.

  Jezie suspected he was.

  One thing was for sure. He’d caught her staring. Jezie felt the blush raging across her cheeks as Kragen reached out to lift her chin up with a single, rough-tipped finger. Their gazes collided, and she felt him peering straight into her soul. Jezie’s breath caught as Kragen whispered out in a husky murmur that was like a stroke to her senses. His words, though, had her eyes widening and her heart leaping back into a double beat.

  “Undo my pants.”

  She hesitated for the barest of seconds before she lifted her trembling fingers to fumble with the snap of his waistband. Finally Jezie managed to pull it free as Kragen lifted his hips, allowing her easier access to the metal tab of his zipper, and she tugged hard at it.

  “Careful now,” he murmured. “You don’t want to hurt anything, do you?”

  “No, Shardar.”

  She certainly didn’t, for Jezie didn’t know him well enough to know how he’d respond. So she moved slowly, easing the tab downward and trying not to stare as his cock burst free. It was huge and flushed, the blind eye at the center of the large, bulbous head weeping as it stared up at her.

  His cock grew out from its nest of hair as if straining to reach her, and Jezie’s eyes widened in amazement at just how long he was. He was bigger than his brother had been, and she couldn’t help the panicked thought that flew through her head. They would never fit. He would tear her into two trying to ram that thing inside of her. There was no way she would survive the fucking that was to come.

  She was going to die tonight.

  Chapter 6

  Kragen watched the emotions running through Jezie’s gaze and could easily read her thoughts. He had to bite back a laugh as her eyes widened. The poor little thing was nearly shaking with a potent mixture of fear and arousal, and he knew that she was well impressed by his size. He managed to keep the amusement out of his tone as he explained to the little witch what was coming next.

  “It is time for you to eat, my pet.”

  Her gaze darted up to his face, her lips pressing together as her throat worked down another swallow. He knew her innocent mind was churning with the possibilities of just what he meant. Kragen didn’t explain. Instead, he showed her. Reaching down for a piece of meat, he placed it directly on the head of his cock.

  “Eat, wench,” Kragen commanded. Quickly he caught her hand as she reached for the piece of meat. “Only with your mouth.”

  Jezie’s gaze shot back up to his, her lips going slack with the shock, but Kragen didn’t offer her any more explanations. She would learn to take her food as he saw fit. She would also learn the feel of his body in every way before he finally took hers.

  Still, it was hard to sit there and wait as she finally lowered her eyes back to his aching length and licked her lips. Slowly, hesitantly, she leaned downward until he could feel the hot wash of her breath against the sensitive stalk of his dick. His breath caught as he waited for the feel of those full, soft lips parting over his aching flesh, but Jezie proved to be clever as she caught the edge of the meat with her teeth and lifted it off his cock without ever making direct contact with his swollen head and leaving Kragen growling.

  That would not do, not when he ached for the feel of her tongue. He could feel his dick throbbing, demanding to know the hot suction of her mouth. If he didn’t find his release there, he would find it elsewhere. Jezie was not ready for that. Nor would she ever be if she did not become familiar or comfortable with his cock.

  He caught her by the hair, stopping her from straightening back up, and used his hold to force her back down toward his straining flesh.

  “No seconds until you lick your plate clean, wench.”

  Kragen watched her with narrowed eyes as she licked her lips and stared at him. He could read the indecision in her gaze, but he sensed curiosity there as well. Slowly, painfully drawing the moment out, she allowed her little pink tongue extended toward his aching head. Kragen clenched his jaw as he broke out into a sweat in anticipation of that first velvety stroke of her tongue, and still it was more mesmerizing than he could have believed.

  Kragen’s experiences with women left him well educated to know that there was very little difference from one to the next. Very little difference except for Jezie. She lacked the skill that all his previous lovers had mastered, but innocent touch was more than anything he could have dreamed as her tongue rested for a second on the tip of his cock.

  Then, sweet mercy from above, she murmured an incoherent sound of need and allowed her tongue to swirl down his throbbing length. His cock pulsed and wept, wanting more right then and there, but Kragen didn’t force her to give it to him. Instead, he sat there tense, his cock weeping in agony and straining against the feral impulses trying to take hold. If she’d been anything other than a virgin, Jezie would have already been pinned to the bed and penetrated. Then he’d have shown her how he really liked to ride his women, but she was his woman.

  His only one and she deserved better.

  So, Kragen endured Jezie’s innocent explorations, allowing her the time she needed to learn and enjoy his taste.

  * * * *

  Jezie more than enjoyed the salty flavor of his arousal. She was addicted, his taste warming through her and fueling desires
she’d never thought herself capable of. The urge to explore more of him emboldened her to swirl her tongue around the head of his sex before slipping down over the side to tease the vein pounding through his long, thick length.

  More fluid dribbled out of his unseeing eyes as his breath caught, his whole body going tense beneath her as his dick grew even bigger. The proof of her power over him excited Jezie just as much as the big Shardar’s taste did, but before she could learn the extent of her mastery over him, a hand curled into her hair, and Jaxon pulled her up as he pointedly looked down at the piece of cheese he’d balanced on the tip of his exposed cock.

  He’d freed himself while she’d been busy, and there was no doubt about what he wanted. His offer made his desires clear.

  “Another taste?”

  This time Jezie needed no encouraging. She reached for the cheese and placed a piece on the top of his shaft and eagerly bent her head to retrieve it. Jaxon tasted as good as his brother, even if the flavor was slightly different. The taste was still addictive, and Jaxon’s responses were just as thrilling.

  His fists clenched in the bedding as he grew tense beneath her tentative caresses. Jezie found herself daring to tease him as she rubbed her cheek down his heated length, amazed at the silky feel of his flesh. He was so hard, hot and thick enough to make her ache in ways that were both foreign and exciting, and she couldn’t help but lick her tongue out and take another taste.

  He was salty and smelled like leather and musk. It was a captivating scent that drew her curious mouth down his shaft toward the swollen balls hidden in his hair. Jezie wondered what he would do were she to cast a spell and remove the hair hiding his sac from her gaze. Jaxon would probably not appreciate it, especially when the short hairs started to itch as they grew back in.

  Instead, she slid a hand into the small gap in his breeches and cupped the soft sac. Running her fingers over the silky balls, she was amazed at their feel and shape within her hand. The Shardar was shaking slightly, and she wondered if she were causing him pain. Jezie knew men were sensitive there and quickly let go.

  “No, wench,” Jaxon all but snarled as he caught her hand and brought it back to his eager flesh. “Don’t stop.”

  “Unless, of course, it is to do me,” Kragen corrected, reaching out to turn her chin in his direction as he made her the same offer Jaxon had moments ago. “Want another taste?”

  Jezie swallowed and slowly nodded, denying neither him nor herself the truth, but it was not enough for the Shardar. His gaze narrowed as he lifted a brow and waited with an air of expectancy. She knew just what he wanted.

  “Yes, Shardar,” she finally whispered out, her voice trembling not with fear but with need. He seemed to hear the difference and smiled.

  “Very good, wench. Eat.”

  This time she obeyed eagerly, eating another piece of cheese off his cockhead before she kissed her way back down to the base of his shaft. Unable to deny herself, Jezie reached out with her tongue and licked one of his testicles. The Shardar’s response was instant. He groaned loudly, his body jerking up toward the caress.

  Jezie stilled, amazed that she had provided him with such obvious pleasure. As if to remind her that there was more that she could do, his cock thumped her in the cheek, urging her to continue on. With renewed boldness, she licked his balls before sucking them lightly into her mouth. Again, the Shardar groaned, a sound that was echoed from her right by his brother before Jaxon buried his hand in her hair once again.

  He pulled her back to where his cock bobbed in eager anticipation.

  “Do you desire something to suck on, my pet? Then suck on this.”

  * * * *

  Jezie’s eyes darted up to meet Jaxon’s, and he smiled at the molten want shining in her deep, dark eyes. Her cheeks were alight with a flush, her lips swollen and so very kissable, but he feared that if he took the taste she so innocently offered, he would be lost. Now, more than ever, he needed to maintain his self-control.

  So, Jaxon sat there gripping the mattress and holding on to it for dear life as he watched through narrowed eyes as Jezie turned her attention back to his cock and licked her lips. Feeling taunted, he swore he would punish her for that later, but right then, he was held spellbound as that fuckable mouth opened and parted over the top of his cock.

  Using his hold on her, Jaxon urged her to move faster, needing to feel the wet heat of her mouth around him, sucking him in hard and fast. He knew that she would need a little more time to adjust before that could happen, but they had to start somewhere, and waiting was more torturous than the hot lashes her tongue had given him as she ate from his flesh.

  He had let her play for too long, and now he feared he might disgrace himself, nearly coming at the first velvety brush of her lips against his overheated flesh. Jaxon groaned, his eyes closing as fire seared through him. He could feel the uncertainty and hesitation in her motions, and that just made the pain burning in his balls all the more intense.

  It was a tantalizing torture to sit still and not force Jezie’s head down as she slowly worked the head of his cock into her mouth. Her teeth scraped over his sensitive flesh, the small trill of the pain being instantly soothed by the warm, velvety heat of her mouth. Then she was sliding down his length and treating Jaxon to the greatest pleasure he’d ever known.

  He couldn’t control the way his hips shifted, lifting in a sudden thrust that rammed his entire length into the sweet heaven he’d just discovered. It was too much for Jezie, though, and she choked, jerking back hard. Her teeth caught on the head of his cock once again, leaving Jaxon gasping as his dick fell free, but he wasn’t done with her yet. Applying just a little pressure, he forced her lips back down and around his cock as he moaned out a single-word demand.

  “Again.”

  * * * *

  Wanting to please the warrior but uncertain if she could, Jezie tentatively opened her mouth once again and tried to fit his massive length in. Her lips strained around the bulbous crest of his cock, her teeth scraping over his weeping flesh and making him pant once again. Jezie didn’t know if she’d hurt him, but Jaxon didn’t complain.

  Instead, the hand he had twisted in her hair pressed downward, urging her on until his thick length once again butted up against the back of her throat. Instinctively she swallowed, making the Shardar moan, once again his hips flexing forward and forcing another inch down her throat. Panic assailed Jezie as fear of not breathing overtook her. She tried to pull back, but he held her still with the leash he had on her hair.

  “Relax,” Jaxon commanded her. “Breathe through your nose. It’s going to be all right.”

  Jezie tried to obey, and after several tense minutes, her heart began to slow as her breathing evened out.

  “Very good.” The fingers snarled in her hair eased up their hold as Jaxon continued to instruct her. “Stay relaxed and just wait. The choking reflex will disappear. Eventually it will leave you forever. It is merely a reflex, one that can be overcome with training.”

  Jezie swallowed again. It was another reflex of hers and one that seemed to bring the Shardar great pleasure because he groaned, his hips flexing again.

  “Try not to do that, wench. I’m trying to be gentle here.”

  His rough tone touched her, telling her the truth of his words. The fear that had been stirring within her calmed and died out. The man might be as large and solid as a mountain, his edges might be rough and his manner abrupt, but within, there was a good heart, a gentle heart.

  “Very good.”

  Her lips were still drawn tight, but the panic eased, and slowly she began to allow her tongue to wiggle, causing the big man above her to mutter a curse and pull her back off.

  “We’ll be done before we start if you keep that up, wench,” he muttered, eliciting a snort from Kragen, who was more than eager to draw her attention in his direction.

  “Come, wench, and show me what it is that my brother can’t endure.” Kragen beckoned her to turn in his direction. “
Let’s see if I can last a little longer than two strokes.”

  “Go.” Jaxon released her. “Teach my arrogant brother how weak he really is.”

  Jezie licked her lips and a quick glance up at Kragen, realizing now that she was caught in a competition between the two, and she didn’t mind being the prize. She was also grateful for the instructions Jaxon offered her as she turned her attention toward Kragen’s massive cock.

  “Take your hands and put them over the length you cannot take within your mouth,” he advised. “And make sure to keep your grip good and tight.”

  Jezie took a deep breath and did as Jaxon instructed, gripping Kragen’s cock and holding it still for the kiss she placed on its head. Then she was opening her mouth and discovering that it was no easier to fit her lips over his swollen head. She managed, though, and slowly slid down his length until she could take no more.

  “Good,” Jaxon praised her. “Now you’ll tighten your lips around his dick and slide up and down, taking in as much as you can. You are going to move your hands in rhythm with your mouth. After the third stroke, when he comes, you will swallow as much of the seed as you can. Whatever you fail to get, you will lick up when you are done.”

  “Stop giving her instructions,” Kragen snapped, sounding half out of breath. “That’s not fair.”

  Jezie was growing excited from the strange exchange and from the taste of Kragen’s arousal. It flooded her senses and she began to move with a need that went deeper than simple pleasure. Contrary to Jaxon’s predictions, Kragen managed to grunt and strain and hold back until she grew comfortable enough to pick up speed.

  Then he was cussing, his hands burying themselves in her hair as he forced her to move ever faster in rhythm with his hips as they flexed and thrust.

  It took a good bit more than three strokes, but Kragen reached the edge of his endurance the moment she released one hand from around his cock and let it slide down to fondle his balls. Then he was roaring, his cock pulsing as wave after wave of thick cream shot out of his length. He came in a hard rush that left him shuddering and gasping as Jezie worked hard to swallow down every last drop of his release.