Untamed- House of Berserkers

by Lacey Carter Andersen

  I’ve never thought a woman was beautiful before, but this woman…I finally understand beauty. Her face has pleasant curves. Her eyes are big and wide, and I know the lips beneath my hand are full.

  Suddenly, I drop my hand. She’s breathing hard; her breath is hot on my face.

  My mind drifts back to every time I’ve seen a woman and man this close. It always led to kissing. Does she expect it from me now? And if I do it, how will I know if I’ve done it right?

  I let my lips caress hers, very gently, slowly, trying to watch her reactions to know if I’m pleasing her. Kissing has always confused me. It seemed a strange thing to press mouths together, but now I understand. Her lips seem to awaken nerves I didn’t know existed.

  Men on the other side of the wall curse. I’m certain they’ve been pushing along the walls, trying to find the entrance to these tunnels. I almost smile. They will never find them. They might think they rule the darkness, but only I know the truth.

  “We’ll find her,” a deep voice says, and the woman stiffens.

  A low growl builds in the back of my throat. Who is this man to make the woman react so? Does he hurt her the way my creators hurt me?

  “I’ll catch her, and I’ll do as the king asked.”

  My ears strain as the men walk away. The woman wiggles against me, and I realize that I’d been holding her too closely, and let my grip ease.

  “Who are you?” she whispers.

  “Adam.” The word comes out gravelly with misuse.

  “I’m Kiera,” she says, and I drink in the musical quality of her voice. “Thank you.”

  “For what?” I rasp.

  “Saving me.”

  “Who said I saved you?” I study her face, my unique vision separating her face from the darkness. “I haven’t decided yet.”

  Her breathing picks up, and I watch the rise and fall of her breasts with fasciation. The hand under her shirt moves higher, and I cup one of her breasts.

  “What are you doing?”

  It’s my turn to shudder. I hadn’t thought about it before I acted. My body seemed to have a mind of its own. “I don’t know. I’ve never wanted a woman before. My cock has never grown hard for a woman.”

  “Never?” She sounds doubtful.

  “Never.”

  “So you’re a virgin?”

  I think over her question. Virgin. I know this word. “Yes.”

  “I want to see you,” she says, and there’s a breathless quality to her words.

  I drop my hand from her breast. Once she sees me, she’ll know what I am. She’ll hate me like the others. She’ll find me disgusting, or even fear me. I don’t want her to see me.

  “No.”

  “Why not?”

  I close my mouth. I won’t explain it to her. “Why do you need to see me?”

  “I just…I just do.”

  “Can we not be friends if you don’t know what I look like?”

  She takes a minute to speak. “It doesn’t seem like you want to be friends. Maybe something else.”

  Something else. I ponder that. I ponder what it means to be friends and something else. Perhaps she’s right; I don’t want to be friends. I want to touch her. I want her to touch me. And I want to see if my hard cock can do more.

  “Adam…” I’ve always hated the name my creators gave me, but I like the way she says it. “Is there somewhere else you can take me?”

  “You don’t like it here?”

  “It’s dark…and cramped.”

  Ah, most creatures don’t like the darkness or the way the tunnels hug us. This I can understand. This I can fix for the strange woman.

  Turning her to face me, I place my hands on her hips and lift her. Automatically her legs wrap around my back, and she gasps slightly.

  “Hands around my neck,” I order her, but my words come out strangely low.

  She does as she’s told. “Do you…have to carry me like this?”

  I pull her closer, and I’m shocked at the wave of desire that moves through me as my cock presses between her thighs. My head spins ever-so-slightly, and my mouth goes dry. Carrying her this way makes sense, so why does it feel so good?

  “Why?” I rasp.

  She lets out a slow breath. “Adam, this feels…I can feel just how hard you are.”

  “So?” I ask, then begin to carry her through the tunnels.

  I’ve never carried someone before. But now, now I’ve realized it might be better to have her on my back. And yet, the arousal that uncurls within me with each step I take is enough for me to keep her in front of me, her legs curled around my back.

  In fact, the faster we move, the more she rubs against my erection. I grasp her upper thighs and bounce her against me, gasping in breath at just how good it feels.

  We’re halfway to my home when I feel my balls tighten. I freeze and turn in the tunnel. Acting on instinct, I rub against her harder and harder, then feel my seed spill into my boxers.

  My head spins, and my legs tremble, when I realize she’s rubbing herself against me ever-so-slightly. I hold myself, amazed. Does she find me attractive too? Does this arouse her too?

  “Kiera,” I pant her name.

  She stops.

  “Come.”

  “I—I—I don’t even know who you are.”

  “Adam,” I remind her.

  A low chuckle that makes my cock hard again comes from her lips. “I don’t just…come with anyone.”

  For some reason, her words irritate me. Of course I am not a man she would come with. Not this woman who smells of flowers and the earth.

  Not any woman.

  I continue to carry her, frustrated by the way my cock continues to stay hard. Frustrated by just how good it feels as I rub between her legs. I will myself not to come again, but I know so little about arousal and my body. Will I even have a choice when it hits me again?

  “So who are you?” she asks.

  “Adam,” I repeat again, feeling angry.

  Her hand strokes the back of my neck, and I freeze, shocked by how good the touch feels.

  “I didn’t know touch could feel good,” I say, the words springing from my lips.

  Her hand stops.

  “You can keep going,” I tell her, instantly missing her touch.

  She continues to stroke my neck, and the hairs stand on end. “Touch should always feel good.”

  I continue walking, dark memories unraveling in my mind. “Not when they’re hurting me. Not when they’re cutting, poking, kicking, hitting. No, touch never feels good.”

  She surprises me by drawing closer, her head resting on my chest. “I’m so sorry, Adam.”

  No one has ever said they felt sorry for me. I’m not sure how I should feel.

  I push aside a wall and click it back into place behind me. I do the same thing with two more walls, then come to the secret passageway leading to my home. Here she will see me. Here she will know the truth.

  The urge to turn around and go back unleashes inside of me. But for some reason, I’ve changed my mind. I want her to see me. I want her to know.

  Then I will see that she’s like all the others. I can snap her neck, or drag her back to the surface. And all of this…my hard dick…the way her scent fills my nose…all of it will seem like a dream.

  Taking a deep breath, I push open the secret passageway and the golden glow of the crystals spill out into the dark tunnels. My home is connected to the sewers, but it is part of the caverns that run beneath the school. Here, the water is clean and pure, running from the mountains far away. Here, the magic crystals give light and warmth. And the special plants that grow beneath give off a glow that fill the space.

  I step inside and slide the door closed behind me. The woman moves as if to climb down, but my hands tense on her hips, and she settles against me once more. “This is your home? It’s beautiful.”

  I let my gaze sweep over the large cavern. The golden crystals bathe everything in a surreal light. Flowers that glow the s
ame color grow from the floor. A river flows through one part of the cavern before disappearing further into the earth. My bed, a sewn platform of the velvety soft grass that grows, sits in the center of the room, and a woven blanket lies on top.

  This place has always been special to me, but I never imagined anyone else might think it was beautiful. Hell, I never imagined showing it to anyone else. So why did I show it to the strange woman?

  I turn to look at her and find her staring, openmouthed.

  My mind stops. She’s just as beautiful in the light as she was in the dark, maybe even more so, with her white-blonde hair cascading down her shoulders and back, and the brilliant color of her blue eyes revealed beneath the crystals’ light.

  But now she knows. Now she has seen me.

  I squeeze my eyes closed, not wanting to see the look on her face. Not wanting to see the moment that she realizes that it was a mutant that saved her. A mutant who kissed her.

  “Adam?”

  It’s hard to speak with the pain radiating from my chest. “Yes?”

  “You never said you were so handsome.”

  My eyes flash open. Is she serious? She looks serious. “I’m a mutant.”

  A mutant with long, tangled blond hair. Not the color of bright gold like hers, a pale shade that’s weaved with brown. And my eyes… they’re golden and glow at times, telling the world what I am. A bright color that I can’t hide, no matter how much I try.

  “Oh, Adam, I’m so sorry.”

  Sorry. That word again that no one says. “Sorry for what?”

  She runs her hand along my cheek. “Sorry for everything you went through. I know how they make mutants. I know what they do, and I…”

  “Don’t,” I say. “I don’t want to think about that now.”

  “Then what do you want?” Her gaze drifts to my lips, and I’m surprised by the urge to kiss her again.

  “I want to kiss you. I want to fuck you.”

  Her eyes widen. “Adam…”

  “Do you want that?”

  Her cheeks turn red. “Well, I have to admit, you’re…I mean, you’re hot. And for some reason, I, I don’t know.”

  I frown. “I don’t know how to court a woman. I don’t understand any of this. What do you want?”

  She tilts her head and studies me. “You’re really a virgin?”

  I nod. Why does she think I’d lie about that?

  “Bring me to your bed.”

  I obey her, still confused by what she might want. Will she tell me in the bed? Or is she too tired to speak about it?

  I lay her down, still on top of her, and her legs remain wrapped around my back. My cock aches in my boxers, and she slides her hands from around my neck to the muscles of my bare chest.

  “Adam…”

  My balls harden at the sound of my name on her lips. All I want is to have sex with her. To do some of the things I’ve seen and decide why I find her and no other woman attractive. And yet, I need a signal. I need to know what she wants.

  “Yes?”

  She looks up at me and squeezes her legs around me harder.

  I’m panting, overwhelmed with desire. Does she know when she squeezes me like that my dick rubs even harder between her thighs? Does she know that she’s only making the feeling inside of me more uncontrollable?

  “Adam…” she repeats my name again, sounding frustrated.

  I look down at her breasts, wanting to taste them. Wanting them in my mouth. If only she would tell me what to do.

  She slides her hands between us and grabs my cock.

  A string of curses leaves my lips. This damned woman needs to tell me what she wants. Before my cock spills its seed again. Doesn’t she realize what touching me like this is doing?

  She lifts a brow.

  I stare down at her in frustration.

  She slowly runs her hand along my length.

  Finally, I snap. “I want to have sex with you, but what the hell do you want?”

  A musical laugh leaves her lips. “I’m in your bed…stroking your dick.”

  “So you do realize it!”

  Her laugh comes again. “Adam, this is how a woman shows you that she wants to have sex with you.”

  I freeze. “You mean, this is a yes for sex?”

  Instead of answering, she leans up, tangles her fingers through my hair, and pulls me down for a kiss. This time, the kiss isn’t some gentle tasting. It’s hard. It’s demanding. And her tongue even slips into my mouth, causing a whole new kind of pleasure.

  When at last our kiss breaks, I look down at her in desperation. “So, yes for sex?”

  The damned woman only laughs again. Then she pushes me back onto the bed. Standing, she removes her shirt, revealing a bra that does little to hide her perfect breasts. She strips off her boots and pants, then stands before me in nothing but a tiny black pair of underwear and a matching bra.

  My erection strains so damned painfully that I actually think I might lose my mind.

  “Woman…what do you want me to do?”

  She grins. “Alright, Adam, let me make this very clear. I want to have sex with you. Right now. I’m going to show you what to do, and you’re going to like it.”

  I settle back on the bed, my muscles relaxing. Finally. Was that so damn hard?

  Chapter Twelve

  Kiera

  It’s true that berserkers like sex. It’s true that we have no qualms about one-night stands and fucking someone just because we have an itch that needs to be scratched. But this whole situation is strange, even for me.

  The thing is, within seconds of being trapped between that wall and this man, I’d found myself unexplainably aroused. If I was a shifter, I’d have thought he smelled like my mate. But it wasn’t a scent. It wasn’t even that he’d felt deliciously muscular behind me, or that his hard cock against my back had made my own juices flow.

  It was…something I couldn’t put my finger on.

  I stare down at him, not exactly surprised that I’m finding it hard to control myself with him. He’s…remarkably handsome. With long, dirty-blond hair, he looks like some kind of wild creature. But the cut of his face is so damn beautiful, rugged in all the best ways possible. And his eyes? They’re the unique gold color of most mutants.

  How had this man ever thought he was some freak?

  Every woman in my town would have jumped his bones and taught him just how to use that massive dick of his…and it was massive. Berserkers were big guys, but I’d known he was packing something special just from the way his tent pole was rubbing between my thighs.

  Now, I was slick with desire, staring down at his boxers with a mixture of awe and curiosity. Linking a finger into the front of them, I pull the material off and my jaw drops open. Holy hell, a gorgeous virgin with a long, thick dick.

  I must have hit my head in the tunnels. I must be dreaming this whole damned thing.

  I clean the cum off his erection, then pull the rest of the material down his legs and drop them on the ground. “You sure you want this?” I ask him.

  His gaze slides over me. “I’ve never wanted a woman before, but I think I need you. I think I might die if we don’t fuck.”

  “Well then…” I trail off.

  Being told that he needs to fuck me or die is just about the nicest compliment I’ve ever had from a man. I strip my bra and underwear off, and he makes a sound of arousal. Staring down at him, I realize how much all of this must be new to him. Hell, he’d been surprised that touch could bring pleasure.

  I’m going to kill whoever made him think that way. The thought surprises me, and I try to push it aside as I crawl over him.

  “What do you want?” I ask him, the question surprisingly husky.

  “I want to experience…everything. I want to touch and taste every part of you.” His eyes burn into mine. “Before you’re gone and I’m alone again.”

  I’m shocked by the pain in his voice. I stroke the stubble on his glorious face and almost tell him he’ll ne
ver be alone again. But I won’t make a promise I might not be able to keep. Instead, I kiss him, slowly and gently, then go back to tangling my tongue with his.

  He seems to drink in every second of it. His arms are at his side, as if he’s surrendered to me.

  When I break our kiss, his eyes are locked onto me. “Touch can feel good.”

  I run my hand down his chest, then wrap my fingers around his length. “I’m going to show you just how good.”

  I pump him, amazed by the way he looks at me, as if memorizing my face. Then I move lower, still working his cock, and press kisses along his throat and chest. I try to pretend not to notice the deliberate scars that cover nearly every inch of his flesh, but they’re impossible to ignore. My heart aches at the pain he must have endured at the hands of his creators.

  But I’m also determined to do everything in this moment to make him forget, at least for a few minutes, all his pain and heartache. When I come to his cock, I don’t hesitate before slipping him into my mouth.

  He groans above me. “That’s…amazing.”

  I suck him slowly and gently, still using my hand to work him. Following the lead of his body, I suck him deeper and slide up and down his impressive length faster and faster until he makes a strangled sound and comes into my mouth.

  Oh holy hell. I’m shocked by the flavor of his cum. It’s…delicious, like ice cream. I don’t even know what I’m doing when I realize that I’m licking the bastard clean.

  Is this some kind of mutant thing? I’d thought they were trying to make the perfect creature. Who knew they were trying to make delicious cum?

  He’s laying back, his expression shocked, when I rise up between his thighs. “How was that?”

  “That was…that was…there are no words.”

  I grin, trying to ignore the way my pussy throbs as I look down at him. Can the guy go again? Hell, I could take him all day long and still want more, but he’s inexperienced. Either he’ll be drained, or he’ll have a lifetime of pent-up desire to spare.

  Silently, I hope for the second one.

  Climbing on top of him, I spread over his dick and let him rub in my juices. I’m shocked when it only takes him seconds to harden, unbelievably pleased. Closing my eyes, I continue to work him, my nerves coming alive. My pussy screams to take this massive man inside of me.