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

  Instinctively rising up onto her tiptoes, she wrapped her arms around Kragen’s neck and began kissing him back with the full force of the need he evoked in her. They shared that power, and Kragen groaned into her mouth, becoming all the more aggressive as his hands slid down over the curve of her ass. He gathered the hem of the shirt she’d borrowed in one big fist and ripped the material away, shredding the cotton and leaving her backside cooling in the air.

  It didn’t stay that way for long as Jaxon stepped up behind her to press the hard, heated wall of his chest into her back while callus-roughened hands curved around her ass. His touch tantalized as the tips of his fingers traced the crease of her ass all the way to the molten center of her body. Jezie gasped as he split her folds wide to tease her intimate flesh with a light touch that had her pulling back from Kragen, even as she arched forward into Jaxon’s hands.

  Kragen growled and began sinking to his knees, raining hot, suckling kisses all the way down her shoulders to the aching tips of her breasts. With another yank, the remaining shreds of her shirt fell from her body, allowing the hot wash of Kragen’s breath to caress the pebbled buds her nipples had tightened into. He latched onto one and began to suck, even as Jaxon thrust a thick finger deep into her sheath, making Jezie cry out with the pleasure that rushed through her.

  “What happened to the dildos?” Jaxon growled against her neck, nibbling on the sensitive stretch of skin and making it almost impossible for her to find the words to answer him. He didn’t help that matter as his thumb flicked out over her clit and began to twirl the sensitive bud, even as he demanded a response.

  “Answer me, wench! Where are your dildos?”

  “In…in the bathroom…Shardar.” Jezie managed to pant out the words, her mind fuzzy with the dance of delight every single one of her brain cells was doing right then. She was lightheaded, her body whirling with the most delicious sensations, but still he harassed her with questions that forced her to focus on responding.

  “You took them out?”

  “Yes, Shardar.”

  Jaxon paused. Jaxon’s kisses, his touch, the amazing things Kragen was doing with his mouth, it all stopped as Jaxon growled dangerously against her neck.

  “And who gave you permission to do that?”

  Jezie blinked, her mind trying to focus, but all it could do was panic. She was so close to a release, her body aching, and her heart pounding. With every beat, a lonesome whisper whipped through her. They couldn’t stop. Not now.

  “Who?” Kragen cracked that hard question at her, and Jezie knew she was in trouble.

  “No…nobody, but⎯”

  “No buts.” Kragen cut her off as he rose back up onto his feet to point at the bathroom. “Go and get your toys, wench.”

  “But⎯”

  “Now!”

  Jezie heaved a deep sigh, recognizing the futility of arguing. That wasn’t going to get her the release she wanted, but that didn’t make it any easier to cross the room, given her legs were still quivering with the tension that was turning into a painful ache with every step. She moved slowly for that reason, but neither Jaxon nor Kragen cared if she even had a reason.

  “Hurry, wench!” Kragen snapped as his brother grumbled with clear annoyance.

  “We haven’t got all night.”

  But they did, not that Jezie pointed out that fact. Instead, she forced herself to move faster, retrieving the two slender dildos and returning to find Kragen waiting with some kind of harness in his fist. She swallowed hard, recognizing the shape of a chastity belt but knowing they had no intention of keeping her pure.

  She suspected that she knew just what their real intentions were, and sure enough, as she handed the toys over to Kragen, he snapped them both into small holders built into the strip of leather that was clearly meant to fit between her legs. Jezie simply stared at that harness, uncertain if what came next was going to be very, very good or a true, living nightmare.

  It could go either way.

  Before her doubts had a chance to catch hold, Jaxon was turning her attention and her gaze with the tip of his finger as he reached out to draw her chin in his direction. He offered her a slight smile, though there was nothing reassuring about the lecherous curve of his grin. Jezie’s stomach quivered with a volatile mixture of anticipation and fear. Both were overwhelmed a second later by the hot rush of longing that claimed her once again as Jaxon’s head dipped and his kiss stole the worries from her mind.

  He tasted just as thrilling as his brother had, and his tongue was just as devilish. For a moment, Jezie forgot all about Kragen and the harness. It all came rushing back, though, when Jaxon lifted his head and smiled down at her, his grin growing even more rakishly enticing. So were his words. They sent an electric thrill racing up her spine that was every bit as wicked as his look.

  “Place your hands on the edge of the mattress and bend over.”

  It was time for a spanking. Jezie was certain of it. Though she was more than eager to obey his command, she didn’t want to show it, certain they’d deny her if they thought she was enjoying her punishment. For that reason, Jezie faked a hesitation that pushed the limits of both brothers’ patience.

  “Now, wench,” Kragen snapped, once again never realizing he was giving her exactly what she wanted as he threatened her with more punishment. “Or you’ll earn yourself an extra spanking.”

  That had Jezie hastening to assume the position they wanted, but she struck a modest pose, keeping her legs together and her feet close to the bed certain that wasn’t what they wanted. Sure enough, Jaxon barked at her, commanding her to spread her legs wide and straighten out her back.

  “I want that ass in the air, wench,” he all but snarled, but Jezie wasn’t afraid of the rough cut of his tone.

  She was beginning to learn that Jaxon and his brother were all bark…and the biting? Well, that was a lot of fun. Jezie bit back a smile at that thought and obeyed the Shardars’ commands, backing her feet up and spreading them wide until she could feel the cool air caressing her intimate folds as they parted.

  “Very good, wench.” Jaxon’s sharp tone softened only slightly as it thickened with a hungry rumble that had her nerves tingling.

  So did his hand as it slid down the curve of her back to rest on the flushed and heated curve of her ass. He gave her a small pat and then split her cheeks open, beginning to lube her up with a bold bluntness that had her blushing, even as his words warned her this was only just the beginning.

  “Now we didn’t leave those dildos in you by accident. You’re small.” Jaxon growled over that last word as he pressed two sticky fingers deep into her ass and began to whirl them around in teasing imitation of what was to come. “You need to be stretched before we can fuck you. There is only so much patience any Jaris has, so you will wear your dildos until told to remove them. Understand, wench?”

  “Yes, Shardar,” Jezie breathed out on a sigh, enjoying the feel of his touch and thrilled by the idea of getting fucked.

  If she’d had the mind left to reason, Jezie might have been ashamed of her eagerness, but there was no sense of wrong in the spellbinding caresses Jaxon treated to her. There was only a sense of fullness and pleasure when he replaced his fingers with the smooth, hard glide of the dildo.

  Jezie bit down on her bottom lip, once again trying to hold back her moans, even as they leaked out of her in soft whimpers. Those whimpers grew into true groans as a second dildo pressed into her aching sheath, making her stretch in the most delicious of ways. She was packed full, feeling the pressure build with each breath and loving every second of it.

  She even loved the way they latched the harness around her waist and then stepped back to give her a good spanking. Each slap jostled the toys inside of her making her wiggle and squirm as the pleasure built back up to rapturous levels. The ecstasy had just started to peak through her body when Jaxon and Kragen left her growling and on the razor’s edge of a second release denied.

  There was no doubt
she was being denied. Kragen made that clear as he ordered her to straighten up. She obeyed, agonized by the ache still pounding in her pelvis and almost overwhelmed by the need to grind her legs together and shake herself into an orgasm. Jezie could have done it. She was that close to coming, but the look in Kragen’s eyes held her still.

  “You will find no relief, wench, from that which plagues you until we say so. This is your punishment.” Kragen smiled slightly as she glared at him, irritated that he’d found a way to turn the pleasure into a weapon.

  A very useful weapon because, right then, there wasn’t anything Jezie wouldn’t do to appease him and gain the favor of a release. So instead of telling him what she really thought, Jezie bowed her head and dutifully murmured the appropriate response.

  “Yes, Shardar.”

  Chapter 9

  Jaxon smiled at the hint of annoyance in Jezie’s tone. He appreciated the spirit lurking within her and knew that, one day, she would find the confidence to confront them. Not today, though. Today she was trying hard to look submissive as if they didn’t know they were being manipulated with an act.

  It wasn’t a very good act. Neither was her attempt to pretend she wasn’t excited to get spanked. Even if the woman had the ability to fake disinterest, they could smell the truth. Her little pussy had been dripping from the first moment Kragen had swept her up into his arms. It was just the welcome Jaxon had dreamed of receiving all day.

  It was embarrassing how often his mind had drifted toward her. It didn’t even matter that he tried so hard to focus on the investigation, on making sure the recruits were progressing, dealing with all the bullshit that came from heading a pack as big and full of hardheads as the Jaris. There he was, supposedly the meanest of them all, daydreaming about a little witch.

  Maybe she’d cast a spell on them.

  If Jezie had, Jaxon wasn’t sure he wanted to be released. He was sure that Jezie did. She was all flushed, pink and glowing with her need, and smelling like a woman on the edge of coming. That was just how he and Kragen kept her as they escorted her over to the large table where Kragen had set the tray of food down.

  Tonight there were no bits and pieces but, instead, a feast meant to fuel them through the wee hours because they had plans for their little witch. The first of which started with a conversation.

  “Please, have a seat.” Jaxon gestured toward the chair he pulled out for Jezie and watched her swallow before shifting hesitantly forward.

  In the past day he’d already come to realize that she swallowed hard when she got nervous and knew that this time she dawdled over obeying him not out of any perverse need to provoke more punishments but out of a very real need to avoid more stimulation. Jaxon smiled, knowing just how hard it was going to be for her to sit there naked and packed full of dick while they ate. That was kind of the point.

  They wanted her off guard and aroused. It would make it easier to get to the truth. Jaxon didn’t press her, though, not wanting to push her too far. After all, they did need to get her fed. Bridget had reported that Jezie hadn’t really eaten much of either breakfast or lunch. They couldn’t have that, which explained the massive platter of steaks, potatoes, asparagus, and hollandaise sauce. They made sure her plate was just as loaded, but still, Jezie only picked at the food.

  “Is something wrong?” Jaxon finally asked after watching her nibble away at a few stalks of asparagus. “Don’t you like the food?”

  “Yes, Shardar.” Jezie hesitated, looking as if she wanted to say more, and he could guess what held her back.

  “You’re allowed to speak freely during this meal,” he assured her as Kragen nodded. “Say whatever is on your mind.”

  “I’d like a shirt,” Jezie retorted instantly, her eyes rounding as if shocked that she’d let that thought slip out, and she quickly rushed to soften her words. “Please. It’s a little cold.”

  Jaxon smiled as his gaze dropped down to the puckered tips of her breasts and watched them flush beneath his gaze. “Are you sure? You look a little warm to me.”

  “I don’t normally eat naked,” Jezie muttered, casting glances at Kragen and him that held more than a touch of envy. “Especially with fully clothed men.”

  “Would it make you more comfortable if we were naked?” Kragen asked, and Jaxon knew he was just teasing Jezie. The little witch didn’t know it, and her face went up in flames as she quickly rushed to answer.

  “No. I’d feel more comfortable wearing a shirt.”

  “Very well.” Jaxon sighed, disappointed. “Go fetch a shirt if you want one.”

  “You’re too kind, Shardar.” Jezie thanked him, though Jaxon detected a hint of sarcasm in her tone.

  It made him smile, and he shared a grin with Kragen as they both focused on watching Jezie strut her way to the closet. The woman looked good naked. Really good, and he was starting to get hungry for something more than food.

  “That sounded almost like a complaint,” Kragen commented in a low tone as Jezie disappeared into the closet. He turned to cast a knowing glance at Jaxon, and he couldn’t resist saying it. “I told you so.”

  “Oh God,” Jaxon groaned and rolled his eyes. “You love nothing more than those four words.”

  “There are a few things,” Kragen shot back with a wicked grin as Jezie emerged wearing one of Jaxon’s shirts.

  She looked good in it, like a little sex kitten with her hair all mussed and her cheeks still glowing from the toys teasing her. God did he want to fuck her. Just the thought had his dick weeping with need. It wasn’t time, yet. That wouldn’t matter if Jezie didn’t stop chewing on her bottom lip.

  The sexy little gesture had Jaxon grunting and shifting in his seat as he turned his attention back to his plate. He focused hard on his steak, trying to block the thoughts running through his head. It didn’t work, and he found himself glancing up to get captivated by Jezie’s shy smile as she slid back into her seat.

  “Thank you.” Jezie beamed at them, tempting Jaxon to grant any request she had if only she’d continue to smile at them like that. “This is much better.”

  “That’s a matter of opinion,” Kragen muttered, casting a begrudging look at Jezie’s covered breasts. “At least you’re comfortable. That is all that matters.”

  Jezie perked up at that, looking surprised and sounding even more so. “Is that true? You care about my comfort?”

  Jaxon could have kicked Kragen for letting that tidbit slip. Now they had no choice but to confess to the truth or look like complete asses. He tried to mitigate the damage, rushing to answer her before Kragen could make a bigger mess than he’d already started.

  “Of course it matters,” Jaxon assured her. “You are our prisoner and your health and well-being are our concern.”

  That dimmed the twinkle in Jezie’s eyes, making Jaxon feel like the ass he’d tried to avoid being. Guilt flashed through him, an uncomfortable emotion that easily turned to irritation. He didn’t know what was wrong with the woman. After all, he’d only spoken the truth. She was their prisoner, not that she was acting much like one right then.

  “About that.” Jezie straightened up in her seat, whatever disappointment she felt easily disappearing under the pragmatic squaring of her shoulders. “I know why you really brought me here, and it wasn’t because of my sisters’ little mishap.”

  “Little mishap?” Kragen snorted at that. “Our men sustained twenty broken bones, over four hundred stitches, and more than a gallon of blood spilt, and you call that a little mishap?”

  Jezie paled at that recitation, looking both shocked and horrified. “I didn’t realize. I am so sorry.”

  Jaxon knew she meant it. She really was a sweetheart, and they were truly blessed because Malsumis had gifted them such a woman. The God had also cursed him with a brother who didn’t know when to shut up.

  “You should be,” Kragen informed her. “Magic is a powerful weapon, and you had no business experimenting by making a potion so potent.”

  “Don’
t you think I realize that?” Jezie shot back, her back stiffening once again. “But you can hardly blame me for wanting to help my clients. I am a healer, after all, which brings me to my original point. I know why you brought me here. I know about the curse.”

  “Is that so?” Jaxon narrowed his gaze on her, wondering just what she thought she knew. It probably wasn’t anywhere near the truth, and that could complicate things, but he wouldn’t know how much until he heard her story. “Then, please, tell us. What is it you know?”

  That had Jezie hesitating before slowly explaining what she’d either been told or pieced together on her own. Either way, she didn’t sound too certain as she began her tale.

  “Well, I know my great-grandmother fell in love with the Shardars who came before you, and they toyed with her affections, leaving her heartbroken.”

  “Please.” Jaxon snorted, disgusted that she would even believe such a thing. “She loved them so much she betrayed them. There is no denying that,” he insisted when it looked as though she was going to object. “She gave birth to a girl, and our kind doesn’t make female babies.”

  “We’re bred for war. Women don’t belong in war.” Kragen shrugged as if that explained it all, but Jezie didn’t look convinced, so Jaxon quickly expanded on that bit of information.

  “Our God, Malsumis, had no need for female warriors. He needed males, so he blessed our line with only males.”

  “Blessed?” Jezie nose wrinkled. “And did you know that my kind is blessed to only have girls?”

  Jaxon blinked that in. No, he didn’t, but he did know exactly where she was going and wasn’t about to let her lead him there. “Regardless, our linage is stronger. The girl was a sign of betrayal.”

  “If that’s true, then why are you cursed?” Jezie shot back, managing to corner him with that simple point.