Mated to the Berserkers: A Menage Shifter Romance
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“You didn’t run,” Samuel said in awe. “You didn’t run.” She pressed her cheek into his palm.
We sank to the floor. I held Brenna in my arms as Samuel used a claw to split her dress from neck to knee. When it parted it released her gorgeous scent. Angling her face to mine, I kissed her, speaking my need to her through the insistent pull of my lips.
She shifted her bottom on my cock, rubbing against me even while her arms reached for Samuel. Desperate clawing need roused us—I felt lust pour through the bond, a raging passion, a flood of desire.
My fingers delved into the cleft of her bottom, even as Samuel bowed over Brenna, fastening his mouth to her center. Her legs trembled as he pleasured her. He stopped when she was on the cusp.
We take her together.
I nodded. My finger tunneled into her bottom, using her copious juices to ease its way. We would claim her ass and pussy together, driving into her with all our passion, until she understood that she belonged to us, forever.
We would never let her go.
“Aye. It is time.”
Samuel lay down and set our beloved onto his thick shaft. She sank down slowly, guided by his corded arms. Strain showed on his face as he signaled me.
“Now.”
Bending over her, I tipped her forward to fit my cock in her arse. She shuddered as I eased into her.
“Easy, lass.” I petted her back, giving her a moment to adjust. She was tight, so tight. I could feel Samuel’s member in her weeping pussy, and when I reached down to stroke her clit, I touched him, too.
Brenna arched her back, taking more of me inside her. Samuel stroked her hair back from her face.
“So good,” he encouraged her. “You are a miracle.”
My cock slid all the way into my beloved’s rear. I moved gently, with shallow strokes, getting her used to the movement. She tensed at first, then relaxed. I kissed her fine shoulder.
“Ye please us, lass.”
“Ours,” Samuel claimed her mouth. “Forever.”
He began to move under her, his hips rolling gently. She rocked between us as her breath came in little pants. Samuel stroked her breasts, and I kept fingering her clit. Blood roared in my ears. The beast’s hunger took hold, making me move faster. I swept her hair away from one smooth, pale shoulder, and fastened my mouth on her. My teeth scraped skin.
Mark her. The beast within spoke to me, to Samuel. Make her yours.
With a hoarse cry, Samuel reared up, his hips pounding Brenna as his teeth claimed her other shoulder.
Fangs grew in my mouth. My head snapped forward with need and my jaw closed down onto her shoulder. The beast was insatiable. Her blood filled my mouth.
She bucked between us, suspended in pleasure and pain. I jerked and came into her, filling her ass with my seed. Samuel came with a roar.
Brenna’s head rolled back, limp with pleasure. I buried my face in her hair, tasting her sweet blood. The beast howled its pleasure as I lay down and slept.
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We woke in a tangle of limbs. Brenna lay between us.
I reached out to Samuel through our brother bond. The mental path lay between us, strong and secure, as if it had always been.
What happened?
The beast took hold. She survived.
My memory returned and in a panic, I pushed back Brenna’s hair back to see the sort of wounds we’d marked her with. Samuel did the same, and we both touched the unbroken skin of her shoulder with wonder.
“What magic is this?”
Instead of a bloody wound, all that remained of our claiming marks were two neat sets of punctures, beautifully healed.
Samuel traced his marks on her right shoulder. “Mating bite.”
“That means…” My voice choked. Mating heat, mating bond, mating bite.
She woke then, and we knew it before she opened our eyes. She was our mate now, and we were connected as if her mind linked to ours. When her eyes did open, she saw us watching from either side of her. She looked first to me, smiling as I touched her hand to my lips. Her head turned towards the Alpha, taking in his leonine features as if searching for a trace of madness. When she was sure there was none, her smile widened.
Then we heard her soft voice in our minds, clear and lovely as the clarion sound of birdsong on the morning breeze.
Hello, Samuel.
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The End
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Lee Savino writes books about women finding their power in genres ranging from fantasy to romance. The stories come from deep inside her and the characters often act of their own accord while she watches and writes.
She lives in Richmond, Virginia, USA with her husband and son. While she studied creative writing Hollins University, her first novel, Raven and Wolf, set in 9th century Viking Norway, won the Hollins Fiction Prize.
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Copyright © 2015 Lee Savino
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.