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

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  Jezie clenched her eyes tighter and tighter in a desperate attempt to try and hide from the embarrassing flood of emotions rocketing through her as Kragen continued to paddle her rear. The slaps stung, heating her ass until the flames seared outward, radiating down toward her most private area. That secret part of her pulsed with strange ache that had it weeping.

  Never in her wildness imaginings had she thought punishment like this would be so erotic or have such an effect on her. It was most embarrassing. It was wanton, and wrong, but that didn’t stop her hips from slowly beginning to lift toward each crack of Kragen’s palm against her fatty flesh.

  The shift in her motions was not lost on either Shardar, and they shared a laugh that had her flushing even hotter. The flames licking through her burned only brighter as Kragen issued another rough command, his tone sounding deeper and softer and full of want.

  “You are having a hard time with the concept of obedience, wench.” Kragen growled, sounding both amused and turned on. “Is more punishment, necessary?”

  Yes. She wanted more, and that need alone had her whispering out an answer. “No.”

  “No, what?” Jaxon’s voice cracked out of the darkness that she was trying to cocoon herself in.

  “No, Shardar.”

  “Why not?” Jaxon demanded to know. “You enjoyed all that you have received, have you not?”

  The Shardar’s voice taunted her with the knowledge that he knew the effect his spanking had on her body. Jezie felt her face burn with humiliation. Her hesitation in answering displeased Kragen, and she felt another sharp blow send a wave of hot needles down through her bottom toward the molten well between her legs.

  “Answer!”

  “Yes, Shardar,” Jezie squeaked.

  “Yes, what?”

  “Yes, I enjoyed all I have received.”

  “I wish to see how much you have enjoyed my punishment,” Jaxon informed her before scandalizing Jezie with his next order. “Spread your legs.”

  Her choices were few. She could defy him and receive another spanking. With his strength, he could easily force her legs apart. Or she could obey and accept that she had no choice but to obey his commands. That was what they really wanted, blind obedience. She had no choice but to give it to them.

  Slowly, she began to part her legs, opening them the barest of inches and not nearly enough to satisfy either Shardar.

  “Wider!” Kragen snapped, leaving Jezie trembling as her legs shifted to obey.

  Almost immediately, his big, callused hand slid down between her thighs to boldly cup her mound and capture the heat of her own desire against her molten flesh. The intimate pleasure left her shuddering as she felt his thick fingers begin to part her swollen folds. It didn’t matter how wrong it was. The feel of rough fingers invading her sensitive flesh was too good to be denied, and Jezie’s breath caught as one finger paused to press against her weeping opening.

  Jezie stilled, growing tense with a strange kind of eagerness as she waited for the caress to deepen, but Kragen paused, his words coming out with raspy tone that sent another flutter of quivers racing over her.

  “You have not known a man here. Have you, wench?” From the satisfaction in his question, she realized he already knew the answer. Nevertheless, she responded, unwilling to earn more punishment.

  “No, Shardar.”

  “We will have to stretch you so that when you do take a cock into this snug sheath you will know only pleasure.”

  Jezie did not know how to respond to that. The acknowledgement that she would be violated should have scared her, but her body was too confused with the pleasurable sensations rioting through her to know fear.

  The sad truth was that his words excited her. The part of her that would be filled clenched with expectation of being stretched, and Jezie’s head dropped in shame. When he was done with her, she would likely be no better than the women who spread their legs for a living, accepting any cock into her body to fulfill her flesh’s addiction to the pleasures of the mating act.

  That concern was lost as a callused tip of one finger passed over her sensitive bud, the one she always avoided when cleaning herself. She shrieked, bucking from the pleasure that lanced up her body with startling speed. She heard the Shardar chuckle above her as he repeated the caress.

  Over again, he rolled and rubbed her sensitive nub until she was writhing in his lap. A strange coil of tension was winding her body tighter, puckering her nipples and curling her toes. Jezie bit the insides of her cheeks to hold back the pleas for more and save what little dignity she had left.

  “Shardars, your dinner has arrived.”

  The sound of a warrior’s voice outside the door shot through her like an awakening. Instantly, she clamped her legs back together, trying to protect herself but managing only to lock his maddening hand against her flesh.

  “Enter, Jahan,” Jaxon called out, leaving Jezie suspended in a frozen shell of panic.

  It cracked a second later at the same time the door opened, and immediately she started fighting to get free, but it was a useless battle. Not only did the hand Kragen still have planted on her back hold her down, but his other hand began to drive her to distraction as his finger rolled her clit in a rapid caress that had the tension inside of her growing so tight it almost became painful to hold back the explosion aching to be released.

  Grimly, she fought her response to Kragen, unable to believe that she could feel so much pleasure and excitement when another man was bearing witness to her humiliation. Worse, the sense of panic only added an additional sparkle to the delight tearing through her. It glowed as hot as the sun, searing straight through to her soul until she was all but sweating as she strained to keep from flying straight into the rapture building within her.

  Kragen was merciless, though. He pressed another finger to the tight opening of her body and pushed past the ring of muscles trying to lock him out. Jezie eyes went wide as she felt herself stretched wide enough for a second finger to slide easily into her body. The strange sensation of being filled left her pleasured and aching at the same time.

  Her body cried out for more, for a thicker, harder penetration, clamping down onto the invading fingers and trying to suck them deeper. That was when she realized what Mariam had really been trying to warn her about. Pain, Jezie could have handled. The pleasure, though, was beyond her control.

  Chapter 5

  Above her, Kragen smiled. Jezie had all but buried her face into his thigh, muffling the guttural grunts and groans slipping from her lips. He could tell she was fighting to hold back the release he was driving her toward, but it was a losing battle.

  Already her legs had relaxed, widening and allowing him more room to work his fingers deep into her cunt. She was so tight, so wet, that his cock swelled painfully with the need to experience her heat first-hand.

  Soon, Kragen promised himself, but nothing short of now would be soon enough for his engorged dick. Ignoring his unruly flesh, Kragen focused on bringing Jezie to pleasure. Scissoring his fingers, he twirled them around her sheath until he hit the magical spot. Then he stroked it while Jaxon got up to handle the tray Jahan had carried in.

  The younger man new well enough to keep his eyes from Kragen and Jezie, but Jezie didn’t know she wasn’t being watched. He felt her fighting every step of the way before she finally lost the war and came with a muffled scream as she bit down on his thigh.

  Kragen savored the small flinch of pain, enjoying the rich odor of her release as her sheath pulsed and flooded with the proof of her orgasm. It left her shuddering across his lap, and if he was kind, he would have given her the moment to recover, but Kragen had never been accused of being thoughtful.

  Instead, he wound her up again as Jahan bowed to Jaxon and then quickly retreated. He closed the door loud enough for Jezie to hear, and almost instantly, she released Kragen’s thigh to whimper and gasp for breath as her hips began to lift and pump in an age-old gesture that made it a
ll the harder to deny her, much less himself.

  He was in pain. As usual, Kragen felt the need for revenge, which was just why he wound her all the way back up to the edge of another climax before pulling his hand free and leaving her hanging there. To reinforce his authority, he gave her a little pat on her ass before ordering her back to her feet.

  She fumbled to obey, her legs shaking enough to leave her unsteady on her feet, but it was the blush consuming her face that betrayed her true emotions. The little witch was embarrassed, but that didn’t change the fact that, hidden beneath the layers of shyness, Jezie was a lusty woman, and lusty women needed to be well fed.

  With her head still bowed, she quickly righted her clothes, which drew an instant frown from Jaxon. He’d reclaimed his seat and watched Jezie with a hint of annoyance that Kragen knew was more directed at him than her. Jaxon was a jealous. That was not uncommon between them. In fact, they’d had many sexual competitions in the past just to prove who was the better lover. Unfortunately, there had never been any clear winners.

  Jezie didn’t know that, didn’t know she was now the main prize between the two of them, but she was about to find that out.

  “Now, wench, strip!” Kragen commanded, intentionally keeping his tone harsh.

  Jezie jerked under the impact as if his words had cut into her. She hesitated only for the barest of seconds before she lifted trembling fingers to the long row of buttons holding her shirt together. One by one, she slipped the little pearl beads from their holes, revealing her pinked flesh in a slow show that had Kragen growling.

  He felt taunted and teased, though he knew it was only shyness that made her head bowed and fingers move with slow uncertainty. It didn’t matter. Her natural submissiveness aroused his own feral instinct to dominate, and Kragen was hard-pressed to remain seated as she finally shrugged out of her shirt.

  He wasn’t the only one fighting to hold on to his self-control.

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  Jaxon sat there gripping the edges of his chair so tightly it was a miracle they didn’t snap beneath his fingers. What he really wanted to snap was the big, white, institutional-looking bra Jezie had dared to confine the generous mounds of her breast with. The woman was beautifully built and had absolutely atrocious taste in undergarments. They would definitely have to buy her more appropriate clothes to wear.

  Of course, they could just assure she had nothing to wear. That idea appealed more to Jaxon as every second ticked by. Each second felt longer than the one before it as Jezie’s fingers hesitated over the front clasp of her bra. He was just about ready to snap at her when finally she popped the hooks free of their eyes and let the cotton cups of her bra fall open.

  Her tits sprang free, gloriously big and topped with the perkiest, pink nipples. His gaze devoured the sight of those plush globes swaying and bouncing slightly as Jezie rolled her shoulders and slipped the bra completely off. Jaxon would have gone to his knees right then and there to worship at the beautiful altar of her breasts, but Jezie’s hands dropped to the zipper of her skirt and so did his attention.

  It seemed to take her forever to lower the little metal tab down, but then the drab, heavy folds of her skirt were slipping down her pale, shapely legs and puddling over the plain flats that still hid her dainty feet. Jaxon added heels to the mental list of supplies they would need to purchase to turn their little Jezie from a demure kitten into a sexy one.

  Heels, bras, and definitely panties that revealed more than they hid because those granny panties had to go. So did the curls that covered her mound. Jaxon growled as Jezie’s fingers hesitated once again over the elastic edge of her panties. He knew she didn’t mean to tease him, but her slow motions still left him anxious enough to want to rip the damn cotton bottoms right off her.

  He had gotten beautiful glimpses of pink folds while she had been splayed across his brother’s lap, but it had not been enough. Jaxon wanted more. He wanted her splayed across his bed, completely open for his pleasure and hers. There was no denying that, despite her shyness, Jezie was aroused. The soft curls covering her pussy still glistened with the cream from her recent release and renewed desire.

  “The hair on your mound? You can remove it with a spell, can you not?” Kragen asked, all but reading Jaxon’s mind.

  Jezie swallowed hard and nodded slowly, clearly unnerved by the direction of his question. “Yes, Shardar.”

  “Do it,” Jaxon ordered, causing Jezie to blink those wonderfully soft doe eyes at him before slowly muttering a spell.

  Just like that, she stood before them naked and completely bare. Jaxon saw the knowledge of how completely exposed she was race through her, along with a wash of shudders. Her hands clenched at her sides, and Jaxon knew Jezie was fighting the urge to fidget, no doubt driven by the need to cover herself. There was no denying that little touch of unease drove the lust thickening the air around her to sweeter heights.

  “Very good, witch,” Jaxon praised her as he rose out of his chair.

  Aware that her gaze was tracking his every move from beneath the lush forest of her eyelashes, he headed over to wardrobe tucked in the back corner of the room. He opened the doors wide enough for her to glimpse the toys and the future awaiting her. They’d stocked the cabinet in the vain hope of finding a mate. That dream had come true and now everything inside belonged to Jezie. They’d eventually get to every single one, but first he selected two strips of leather braided with a colorful piece of cloth.

  Without comment, Jaxon walked up behind Jezie, close enough that he could almost feel the heat of her need. It licked out through the air, hypnotizing him and leaving him unable to resist the urge to run a finger down the smooth, graceful arch of her back. Jaxon heard Jezie’s breath catch and felt her still as she waited for his touch to dip lower, but he restrained himself. Instead, he wrapped the leather clutched in his other fist around her neck, so that it fit tightly but didn’t restrict her ability to breathe.

  “You are to wear our collar at all times,” Kragen said as Jaxon tied the collar ends together, securing the leather into place. “It is your protection, for none shall touch you without our permission as long as you wear the sign of our ownership.”

  “Nor are you to touch anybody without my permission. Should I find you have disobeyed me in this, you will be severely punished,” Jaxon warned her as he stepped around Jezie to raise her chin up with a fingertip so she could read the seriousness in his gaze. “Trust me when I tell you that you will gain no pleasure from that punishment.”

  “Yes, Shardar.”

  “Good.” He nodded, letting go of her chin to settle back down on the pillows. “If anybody touches you, you are to inform Kragen or me immediately. We will handle the matter.”

  “Yes, Shardar.”

  “From now on, whenever you are in my sleeping quarters, you are to remain naked at all times. I care not who enters or leaves. You will not cover your body.”

  Jezie swallowed hard as her answer all but whispered out of her. “Yes, Shardar.”

  “Whether you are standing, kneeling, or lying down, your legs are to be spread for my pleasure.” He waited until she had widened her stance but was not pleased by her efforts. “Wider, wide enough so that, if I desire to, I may easily enjoy the pussy that now belongs to me.”

  Jezie’s face flamed at his crude words, and he could smell the sudden rush of desire that flooded through her body and left her cunt wet and dripping as she moved slowly to obey him.

  “Very good.” Jaxon smiled. “Even when you are not within our chamber and are dressed, you will wear no undergarments, and you will keep your legs wide in my presence at all times.”

  That command made her head shoot up, her eyes widening over the implication. Jaxon kept his smile hidden and nodded at her conclusion.

  “Yes, wench. I will enjoy the rewards of your passion whenever I so desire. If we are out in public, and I wish to lift your skirt and play with your pussy, then I shall do so. There is to be nothing hindering my desi
res. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Shardar,” Jezie whispered, her husky agreement a flaming stroke against his engorged flesh.

  He wanted her, wanted her now, and holding back was most painful, which made his own words come out with a sharpness he didn’t intend.

  “Good.” Jaxon nodded before ordering her toward the bed. “It’s time to eat, wench, and you will be feeding us in bed. So go on and climb on up, but remember to kneel and keep your legs spread.”

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  Jezie turned to stare at the bed. It was big and intimidating, just like both men watching her every move. A feral hunger glinted in both brothers’ gazes, making them glow and smolder with a heat that was almost palatable. Warmed by their lusts and emboldened by their obvious appreciation of her body, Jezie couldn’t help but feel beautiful.

  It was the most special gift she’d ever received, and it still didn’t make it any easier to crawl up onto the massive bed centered in the middle of the room. It was larger than a king with four massive posts that had rings on it, which, thanks to Arianna, Jezie now knew could be used to tie her up.

  Arianna might have not been the most pleasant woman, but she hadn’t been greedy with her thoughts. Instead, she’d shared them freely, all but horrifying Jezie as she explained the rumors and the legends about the Jaris and how they liked to bind and dominate their women. At the time the very suggestion had horrified Jezie, but now she found herself curious.

  Besides, it wasn’t as if she had any choice in the matter. Neither did she want one. Tempted by the pleasures that Kragen had already showed her, Jezie found herself more than willing to obey their commands and crawled up onto the soft, plush bedding.

  It gave beneath her, and she focused on making her way to the mound of pillows piled at the head, refusing to allow the embarrassment of waving her ass in the air. After all, she didn’t want to get spanked again…or maybe she did.