Mated to the Berserkers: A Menage Shifter Romance

by Lee Savino

  Finally I stroked her little nub. “Come, Brenna.”

  When she’d shuddered to completion, I helped her up.

  “Ye did well.” I said. “Ye please me.”

  I turned her and checked the plug. The sight of the wood winking from between her cheeks made me hard. Seated deep inside her, it would stretch her bottom hole.

  “You will wear this as a reminder that ye belong to us.” I gripped her bottom hard and smacked it before leaving her to clean up the shaving supplies.

  “Soon Samuel will return. Until then perhaps we can find a way to spend the afternoon.”

  I turned around just in time to see the plug sail into the water and disappear with a splash.

  “Brenna.” I kept my tone stern, but just barely.

  She faced me, chin high and arms crossed over her chest. Even naked and flushed from all our play, she looked proud as a queen.

  I walked by her, smacking her bottom as I passed. She jumped but didn’t change her stance. “Naughty, naughty, lass. Now ye will be punished. Samuel will be back soon, and he’ll find ye with a bright red arse.”

  A few minutes searching about the pool for the plug, and I gave up in disgust. Brenna backed away when I stalked from the water, but her few steps of retreat were no match for my burst of speed, and she was over my shoulder in a second. “Fergus carved that plug for ye. Do ye think he cannae make another?”

  I carried her to our sleeping chamber and laid her on the dais. “Stay.”

  In a moment I was back at her side, a long strip of cloth in my hand. I bound her hands and stretched them over her head, securing her at the base of the dais. We’d installed an iron ring in anticipation of an unruly prize. So far Brenna had proved to be compliant; there’d been no reason to shackle her.

  Until now.

  Tousling my wet hair to dry it faster, I grinned down at her. “Normally I’d wait for Samuel to return and decide a fitting punishment, but he’s indisposed. We’ll just have to entertain ourselves until he gets back.”

  She watched me warily as I positioned myself at her feet.

  “Open yer legs, lass, or I’ll tie them apart.”

  Her breathing quickened as she exposed herself to my gaze. The subtle scent of her desire wafted towards me and I gave an exaggerated sniff, waggling my eyebrows at her when she blushed. Being tied up seemed to excite her.

  I wasted no time planting my mouth right on her center, warming every sweet inch with my hot breath. She arched her body, pushing her hips up so her cunny pressed against my mouth. She hadn’t been expecting this, and wanted to take advantage of it.

  Swiveling my head, I let my tongue glide in a circle around her swollen nub. North, East, South, West, my tongue went anywhere but the one place she longed for me to taste.

  Her hips jerked, begging for more. Her juices ran down into the crevice of her cheeks. I scooped some of the silky secretion and coated one finger before I probed gently at her bottom hole. Suddenly she was squirming backwards.

  Grasping her ankles, I pulled her back down.

  “No, no, lass. There’s more than one way to train ye to take us back here. And you’re going to like it.”

  I spanked her cunny just hard enough to make her gasp. Her eyelids fluttered in shocked pleasured. I did it again, alternating slaps with teasing rubs.

  Holding her legs open, I continued worshiping at the shrine of her slick, wet cunt, enjoying the way her lips plumped under my tongue’s ministrations. I delved deeper, fluttering inside her sopping hole before tracing a trail down between her buttocks. This time, my tongue probed her lower hole.

  She gave token resistance, but her struggles died down as my fingers stroked her labia. She wriggled anew when I thumbed her swollen clit. My tongue forced its way past the tight ring of muscle; I fucked her arse with my tongue and pleasured her with my hand. Her legs lay over my shoulders as I burrowed deeper into her tiny hole. Her upper body twisted, but the bonds on her wrists held fast. I was merciless. Her feet slapped my back as she writhed.

  Brenna came hard, her entire body trembling.

  “A few more of those, and you’ll be cumming from a finger in your arse alone.” I slipped my little finger into her bum and twisted it. She shuddered, but her face was lax with pleasure.

  “We’ll claim every part of ye. Soon,” I said, and lowered my head for another round.

  *

  Hours later Samuel reached out through the bond. Daegan?

  I’m here. I rose from the dais. Good hunt?

  Aye. We found the intruder. He’s in the pit.

  I smiled at the mental image of the clearing at the base of the mountain, with the mouth of a deep hole gaping at its center. Wolves stood guard around the premises.

  We’ll leave him in there a few days before questioning him.

  I focused on Brenna, who had roused from her nap. I’d spent the afternoon pleasuring her before giving her a sound spanking for tossing the plug. I’d taken her until she’d climaxed around my cock, and we’d cuddled and slept.

  Now she watched me, keen to my sudden stillness. Not much escaped her. Even though she had no voice to ask a question, I had a feeling she knew all our secrets.

  “Samuel’s returned. He’s looking forward to seeing ye.”

  She reached for her dress and I snatched it up and withheld it. “Do ye think you’ve earned clothes today? Naughty lassies stand in the corner, their red arse on display.”

  With a sigh, she withdrew her hand.

  I reached out to Samuel along our mental path, and gained reassurance that he was close to returning.

  Instead of the corner, I positioned Brenna on the dais, on her knees with her head lowered and buried in her arms. Her bottom pointed for the door, a treat for Samuel.

  When the Alpha arrived, he paused in the entryway, golden eyes brutal and brutish. I held my breath. So did Brenna.

  Who was dominant-the warrior or the wolf?

  Samuel stalked forward and circled the dais, like a predator on the hunt. Brenna remained frozen in position. The Alpha ran a finger down Brenna’s back. His touch was light but she shivered. Her skin prickled all over, with magic or anticipation, or both.

  “Spread your legs.” Samuel’s voice rasped like he’d forgotten its use.

  Brenna obeyed, her head still planted in the furs.

  Samuel examined her, grasping her buttocks, pulling them apart. Our beloved’s hands fisted in the pelts but she didn’t move.

  “You used the plug.”

  “Aye.”

  Samuel glanced at me, his hands still prising Brenna’s arse cheeks apart. “How did it go?”

  “I turned my back and Brenna…lost it.”

  Still kneeling behind her, Samuel gathered a skein of our beloved’s hair, wrapping it around his wrist until her back arched and head drew back. Over and over, he murmured her name. “Brenna, Brenna, Brenna. How will I fuck your arse if it is not stretched to take me?”

  Her body bowed backwards to ease the strain on her hair. I watched her pulse flutter in her throat.

  Abruptly Samuel released her, and her head fell back to the furs. Grasping her hips, he pulled her bottom flush against him, and used his cock to stroke her folds. Her breathing changed, growing ragged.

  “Next time,” Samuel growled, “I will not wait. You best allow Daegan to prepare you. Because I intend to take what belongs to me. And this—” His hand gripped her bottom, hard, “is mine.”

  With a sudden move, Samuel covered her with his body, forcing her completely down onto the furs. He kept a hand on the back of her neck and used the other to guide himself inside her. Brenna lay on her stomach, pinned and helpless. With her legs together her channel would feel tighter. My balls drew up to my body in anticipation of such a sweet fuck.

  I stroked myself watching Brenna’s body shudder with the Alpha’s fierce thrusts into her welcoming body. I knew the moment she climaxed, thrashing against the furs. Her fists opened and closed. Samuel sped up, his hips bea
ting against hers.

  I focused on Brenna’s face even as visions flashed through my mind. The speed of the wolf on the hunt. Brenna, the skin of her back whipped red. The desire to do violence flooded through me, stealing my breath.

  Samuel cried out.

  Unable to hold back, I spent myself on the stone. I tore myself from the wall, wondering at what I’d seen. On the dais, Samuel sagged over our beloved, clutching her to him.

  Wrenching myself away, I left the cave and headed down the mountain.

  *

  Halfway down, I realized my hands were shaking. I paused and the wolf was quiet. The beast was curious, watchful, waiting. What had I seen?

  My mother had been a witch to rival Yseult’s power, but instead of seeking to enslave a werewolf, my mother fell in love with one. My father lay with her, and she bore him a son. Me. But my father’s pack never trusted my witch mother. Afraid she might use the pack bonds for her purposes, my father’s pack tore out her throat. My father secreted me away, only later introducing me to his pack. But it was too late. I was not just a werewolf. I was a Berserker—witchborn, tainted by magic. The power coursing through me was a blend of my mother and father’s. Together it created a monster.

  For all my power—the ability to shift, to rage, to link with my Alpha and pack—I’d never had a vision before. Some of it was in the past, I was sure. Some of it the future. Each image seemed a sign of what was to come, but when they all came to pass, what would happen?

  Cursing the gods, I loped down the mountain path. Unexplained, the vision would only torment me. Luckily, I had a prisoner to take it out on.

  *

  Wulfgar met me at the base of the mountain. The warrior sniffed the air, and a grin cracked his brutish features.

  I smelled of sex.

  Cursing, I detoured to a mountain stream to wash my beloved’s scent away. Wulfgar followed, chuckling. “How did it go? Did she struggle as she took the plug?”

  I wanted to snarl that it was none of his concern but I caught the longing in his eye. Wulfgar had been alone as long as Samuel. And he was a faithful warrior. He deserved some details, though not enough to torture him.

  “She didn’t like it.”

  “No?”

  “She threw it in the pool.”

  Wulfgar’s guffaw echoed off the mountain.

  “Fergus and I had a bet as to what would happen.” The warrior shook his shaved head. “That little red wolf was right.”

  It was inevitable that the pack discussed our beloved, but I didn’t like it. After dipping my head in the freezing waterfall, I left the pool. “How is the prisoner?”

  “Still trapped in the pit. I have a guard on him.”

  “I wanted to check on him, make sure he doesn’t die before we get answers.”

  Wulfgar nodded in understanding. The pack usually saved their brutality for the battlefield, but it had been a long time since they’d had a war to entertain them.

  I picked up the pace, jogging towards the clearing where we’d dug the pit. Wulfgar followed.

  “The guards have instructions not to engage with the prisoner.”

  “Who is he?”

  “No idea. But he’s a fine black wolf. Led us a merry chase before we cornered him and drove him here.”

  We broke into the clearing where warriors ranged around the pit. A fire burned a few feet away, the scent of roasting meat its own form of torture for a trapped and starving man.

  And all but one guard stepped aside. Siebold had his back to us as he urinated into the gaping black hole in the earth.

  “Siebold,” Wulfgar barked. “You’re off duty.”

  The blond shot him a look of fury and spat into the pit before he slunk away.

  I took Siebold’s place, peering into the deep black hole. We’d spent three days digging, and shoring up the steep sides to create a prison that would hold a Berserker. If man or beast tried to climb out, the pit might collapse and bury him in an early grave.

  “Light.” I held up my hand in order, and Wulfgar handed me a torch lit from the nearby fire. “Who threw spears down there?”

  When no one spoke I knew the answer.

  “Siebold must have when I left. Rabbit-brained bully,” Wulfgar sniffed the insult with absolute disdain. “I’ll order him and the others to stay back from the pit, no matter what.”

  “Ye think he can throw the spears this far?” I handed the torch back. The prisoner had stepped out of the shadows into the circle of sunlight.

  “Better not to take a chance. I don’t know what the warrior is capable of. He’s in wolf form.”

  As I watched the black wolf shifted into a man. “Not anymore.”

  The warrior had black hair, and powerful shoulders inked blue. I’d seen a few warriors bear such marks. He tossed his head as he shook off the magic of the change. “Is this the sort of welcome I receive from the Berserker pack?”

  “We dinnae take kindly to strangers on our mountain,” I called down.

  The warrior smirked. He stood proud and cocky for a prisoner in a pit. “Your mountain? I thought all Berserkers were changed by a witch in the North Lands. You sound like a native of Alba.”

  “I was born here, aye.” I didn’t mind giving details to a dead man. “Who are you?”

  “They call me Maddox. I hail from a clan not far from here.”

  “The Red pack?”

  “No.” He grinned. “We are Berserkers, also.”

  Chills ran up my spine. Besides our pack, there were no other Berserker wolves. I took a moment to convey Maddox’s claim to Samuel. Maddox watched with a half smile, as if he knew why I paused.

  He claims he’s a Berserker.

  Impossible. Unless--

  “Who is yer Alpha?” I asked the prisoner.

  “Ragnvald.”

  A Norse name. No wonder this Maddox knew our history. Rangvald was most likely a Viking Berserker, like Samuel, Siebold and Wulfgar, and most of the pack—besides Fergus and I.

  “Ask Sigmund if he’ll speak with me now.”

  “There is no Sigmund here,” I tested the wolf.

  Maddox let out a barking laugh. “Sigmund was Samuel’s name before he took vows to follow the white Christ. The name stuck, even if his faith didn’t.”

  He knows. I relayed back to Samuel, feeling a prickle of trepidation.

  Maddox smiled, showing all his teeth. “Ragnvald told me.”

  “How does Ragnvald know Samuel?”

  “Because Ragnvald is Bodolf’s son. And Bodolf was Samuel’s Alpha, once.”

  *

  “There’s another pack of Berserkers.” I stormed into our chambers, where Samuel sat on the dais, elbows to knees and a thoughtful look on his face. “How can this be?”

  The Alpha put a finger to his lips and glanced down at Brenna. Our woman slept, wrung out from our exertions and her many orgasms, no doubt.

  “The witch turned several dozen of us,” Samuel said. “Bodolf led us until we sailed East to this island. I led a contingent, Bodolf and his son, another. I did not know what happened to them. I thought they’d been slain.”

  “Obviously only Bodolf was. His son lives, and wishes to take residence near us. Who knows how many warriors he leads.”

  “This Maddox…he is like you, Daegan? Mothered by a witch? Is that how he came to bear the Berserker taint?”

  “I don’t know.” I pictured the tattooed prisoner, smirking up at me from the pit. Like Siebold, I wanted to piss on his face. “He is not of Alba.”

  Samuel stroked his chin. “The tattoos you describe remind me of the warriors that hail from an island further east.”

  “All I know is that he is a Berserker. And he wants to speak to you.”

  Voices in the corridor interrupted us.

  “Yes?” Samuel called.

  Fergus shuffled in, his eyes on the ground. His punishment over, he’d been allowed to return to man form, but he kept careful deference to the Alpha. He shifted from foot to foot.


  “Report,” I ordered.

  “We’ve been summoned. To the Thing. A runner met me on the far reach of my patrol.”

  Another visitor in so short a time. I didn’t like it.

  “Who?” Samuel asked.

  “One of the Red Pack. He would not tell me his name, nor get close.” Fergus flashed a smile, even though he did not lift his eyes from the stone. The runt of our pack, he was still stronger and faster than most other werewolves. He’d been bullied so long it would please him to be able to intimidate another.

  “When does the Red Pack wish to meet?”

  “Not this full moon, but the next,” Fergus said, and Samuel dismissed him.

  “No doubt the Red Pack wishes us to deal with the new Berserkers.”

  “Of course, if we fight them, we may be so evenly matched that we both lose a great number of wolves.”

  “The Red Pack can only hope.”

  “So ye will go?”

  “No. You will.”

  I tensed. “Is that wise?”

  “I can trust you to hold your temper.” He rose. “Come. I’ve called a warrior to guard our beloved. We will speak with this Maddox together.”

  *

  Wulfgar and Fergus stood guard at the foot of the mountain.

  “I take it the pack knows of our invitation to the Thing?”

  Fergus had the grace to look sheepish.

  I clapped the smaller warrior on the shoulder. “Dinnae be dismayed. We will need yer wagging tongue to accompany me to the Thing.”

  “Are you sure?” Wulfgar asked, and the stare he fixed on me made it clear he wasn’t asking if it was wise for Fergus to go, but me.

  “My Alpha commands. The Red Pack will never take me unawares again.”

  Wulfgar’s forehead creased. “I’m not concerned about whether you should watch your back. I wonder if they should watch theirs.”

  “We’ll find out then.” I gave him a toothy grin. I had a score to settle with the Red Pack. Wulfgar and everybody knew it. But the Reds wanted our attendance, and Samuel no longer trusted himself to be level-headed around so many potential enemies, so I would go. We could only hope my own control didn’t break. The beast so loved revenge.