by Lee Savino
“She asked to see you,” Leif said.
“Then I will go to her and set her free.”
“You are her mate,” Brokk crossed his arms over his chest. “You are already bound together.”
“I will not risk hurting her again.”
“You will not hurt her,” Rolf scoffed.
“At least, you won’t hurt her in a way she doesn’t like. That’s what sets these spaewives apart.” Leif tossed his dagger up, letting it tumble hilt over blade before catching it and waving it to make his point. “They like some pain.”
“They give the beast what it craves,” Thorbjorn rumbled. “Surrender.”
“She doesn’t like it.” I grunted.
“She likes you,” Leif pointed out.
“She is brave enough to stand up to you?” Brokk asked.
“Aye.” I couldn’t stop the corner of my mouth tipping up. “She is a little warrior.”
“Good,” Rolf left the boulder to grip my arm. “She is strong. She can stand up to you and anything the beast gives her.”
“She does not want to surrender,” I told her. “She fights it.”
“So fight back,” Leif winked. “And win.”
Hazel
The sisters left me in the lodge. “We will take the guards with us, but do not stray far,” they cautioned. “We will send Knut to you.”
I wanted to call them back and tell them I had no wish to see him if he did not want me, but I could not.
Though there was a bed piled high with soft pelts, I paced the floor, unable to sleep.
Finally I pushed open the great lodge door and explored my surroundings. The forest had been cut away to make room for the lodge and a clearing around it. A cluster of wildflowers grew near a stump. The giant Berserkers must have carefully cut the tree down, taking care not to crush the delicate blooms. I stooped to pick one and a shadow fell over me.
“Knut!” I sprang up, ready to bounce into his arms, when I saw his solemn face.
“Hazel,” He passed a hand over my head, but didn’t quite touch me. “You are looking well.”
“As are you,” I said. Where was the confident warrior, ready to scoop me up and carry me into the lodge?
Knut was studying the structure, so I nodded to it.
“This is the lodge where I am to live. I cannot go back to the abbey.”
“No, you cannot.”
I twisted my hands in my skirts. “This new life frightens me, but I must accept it.”
“You are always the most courageous when you are afraid.”
“Knut,” I leaned towards him, and he stepped back.
“Hazel, I must apologize.”
“For what?”
“For losing control. The Alphas were merciful, otherwise I would not even be able to see you again.”
I sucked in a breath.
“I should let you go, Hazel. You deserve a better man. I am a warrior. It is too much to hope that I will be able to soften and love you.”
I clenched my hands at my sides to keep from grasping at him. “You told me you would not ever let me go. You said it would be your death.”
“I would sacrifice my life for you,” he said sadly.
“You cannot go.”
“No?”
“No. We are bonded. I hear you in my mind. A bond is for life, is it not?” I had to rely on what Sabine and Muriel told me.
“Yes, it is.”
“So you will doom me to die as well.” I put my hands on my hips, but he shook his head and turned away. “Surely there is a way for us to be together. Knut…I need you.” Running to him, I caught his hand. “In a few nights there is a full moon. My fevers will be strong until then. Perhaps you could help me with them.” When you tied me up, I felt free.
He blinked and I knew he’d heard my heartfelt thought.
“You could stay until I am out of heat.”
“Only until then?” A smile flickered over his face and I knew I’d won.
“Well, after that,” I thought furiously, “I need your help here. To grow a garden.”
“A garden?” He cupped my cheek. “Hazel, I am an old warrior. I do not know how to handle lovely fragile things.”
“I will teach you.” I leaned into his palm. “We can tend it together. And you can teach me to fight.”
“You already know how to fight.”
“Only because I know you are there to protect me.” I raised my chin. “I want you and no other. I wasn’t sure, at first, but now I will fight to keep you.”
“You will?”
I grasped his jerkin and stepped up to him, standing on his boots. I still only came up to mid-chest.
“You will not leave me, Knut. I will do all within my power to make you forgive yourself, and stay.”
“You challenge me?”
I tipped up my chin. “Yes.”
With a laugh that gusted my hair, he lifted me. “And so the rabbit conquers the wolf.”
“I am not a rabbit.”
“No, you are not.”
With a smile, I knotted my arms around his neck, hitched a leg around his hips and rubbed my sex against him.
His gaze was bright and hot on my face. “Keep that up and I'll have you on your knees serving my cock . I'll spread my seed over your face and touch you until you're hot and ready and leave you like that. See if I won't.”
“Mmm,” I said, and dropped down again, turning away. “Perhaps I will go into the lodge and take my own pleasure.”
I’d gotten only a few steps away before his arms wrapped around me from behind, tugging me back.
“Not so fast. This is mine.” His hand covered my mound. “I will tend it day and night and our union will be fruitful.”
“Come then, my mate,” I purred. “My garden needs plowing.”
In an instant, I was up in his arms and Knut was striding to the lodge. I reached out and opened the door for us. He did not stop until he’d laid me on the bed.
He flipped up my skirts, not bothering to strip his breeches before he thrust into my wet heat.
Knut
I sank my cock to the hilt. The satisfaction on my woman’s face told me I should never leave her.
Her legs wound around me. I slammed into her again and again, rocking back onto the bed until I was fully on it. Freeing a hand I gripped her breast through her dress and her pussy spasmed.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” I grunted.
“You didn’t give me any warning,” she panted.
“Nor will I,” I pulled out and flipped her over, this time tossing up her skirts to bare her bottom before guiding my way inside. She was so wet, I plowed her from behind, hips slapping her fleshy arse. “I expect you to be naked and ready at all times, my mate. At least for this first month. I told you that from the first.”
She arched her back, working against me. I kissed and licked the curve of her ear and whispered my heated intent, “The moon is growing heavy. Soon it will be full and you will be ripe and fertile for me. You will swell with my child.”
“Giving orders again?”
“Yes. Make me sons or daughters as strong as you.” Pulling aside the neck of her gown, I nibbled her shoulder. “You like my orders.”
“I do not!” She jerked up and crawled away. I grasped her hips and pulled her back.
She yelped as I smacked her bottom with savage satisfaction.
“Knut, stop. I'll be good. I’ll be good.”
“Kneel on the bed,” I ordered. “Arse up, head down.”
Quivering, she obeyed. The pink petals of her sex peeked out at me. I squeezed her bottom, and slapped it, making it wobble.
“Knut,” she moaned.
“Hush.” Leaning in, I touched my tongue to her slick cunt.
With a gasp, she jerked away.
“Be still.” I seized her hips and drew her towards me before spanking both her cheeks pink.
“I will train you to obey me, in all things. You will find pleasure in
pleasing me.” My fingers found her slick folds and teased them.
“Keep your bottom high. Offer yourself to me.”
With a little sigh, she did. My little woman displayed, arching her back, straining.
“Beautiful.” I parted her bottom cheeks and admired her small back hole. Her breathing picked up. “You have nothing to fear.”
“I know,” she said softly, into the bedclothes.
I rewarded her with a lick. She moaned, pressing further into the bed. But she did not move.
“Good lass.” I stroked her bottom. Soon I would bathe her, and shave her sex so it was bare and smooth, nothing hidden away from me. I would put my mouth on every part of her, tasting and learning. The beast would savor each screaming climax, each breathy cry.
But first I would spank and fuck her until she knew she was mine.
“Spread your legs.” I waited until she’d moved her knees as far apart as they would go before burying my face between her legs. Whimpering, she tipped her hips back and pressed her hot little cunt into my mouth.
“Oh, oh.” Her body rocked against my face. I added fingers and tongue. Her taste was addictive; I’d never get enough.
“Do not cum until I say,” I told her between licks.
Her hands fisted on the pelts.
“Knut, please.”
“No, Hazel.” I rose up and moved so I could grasp her nape, holding her down while I swatted her bottom again and again. Her eyes were glazed, her mouth lax. So soft and open, a victim of pleasure.
“This is how it will be,” I told her. “Your pleasure at my hands. Your life in my care. This is what gives me purpose and peace.”
Her small hand drifted up, reaching to stroke my cock. I stopped spanking her and enjoyed her touch while my own fingers played between her folds. A hazy smile crossed her face. From her mouth broke little gasps of pleasure that drove me mad. I waited until I could not take it anymore, and then moved into position behind her.
“Cum for me,” I growled, and thrust into her again, pounding her. She braced herself on her hands, slamming back into me with as much force as her little body could muster.
With a howl, I gathered her up in my arms. The beast within rose to the surface and I scraped my fangs down her shuddering flesh, threatening another bite.
It tipped her over the edge. She screamed, her pussy spasming around my cock as I roared out my own release and spoke into her mind. My little rabbit. My little warrior. Mine.
The End
Captured by the Berserkers
She’ll be our captive. Forever.
Long ago, a witch turned us into monsters. Our only hope is to wait for the woman who can lift the curse.
A century later, we find her. Willow. Our miracle. She’s hidden away in an abbey full of orphans, while evil men plot to sell her as a bride.
We’ll break her out. We’ll set her free. And then she’ll be our captive until she realizes we’re meant to be.
Author’s Note: This is a MFM full-length ménage romance. There are no M/M scenes, just TWO hot, dominant warriors who claim the same woman...
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The Berserker Saga
Sold to the Berserkers
Mated to the Berserkers
Bred by the Berserkers (FREE novella only available at www.leesavino.com)
Taken by the Berserkers
Given to the Berserkers
Claimed by the Berserkers
Berserker Brides
Rescued by the Berserker
Captured by the Berserkers
Kidnapped by the Berserkers
Bonded to the Berserkers
Berserker Babies
Owned by the Berserkers
Night of the Berserkers
Tamed by the Berserkers
Mastered by the Berserkers - coming in 2020
Willow
The abbey lay on the hip of the curving road. I followed the path, hurrying to be sure I reached its large oak doors before the bell tolled for evening prayers. Whenever the friar sent me on an errand to the village, he gave me strict warnings to return before sunset. Tonight, I hurried not only to escape his punishment, but to outrun the almost-full moon. I needed to be hidden well away before it rose and brought the sickness upon me.
Lost in my thoughts, I startled when a shadow fell across my path.
“Good evening,” a deep voice murmured, right at my back. I let out a shriek and dropped my basket.
Two large men stood on the edge of the path. Warriors, though they bore no weapons I could see. Both massive, with broad shoulders and great muscled arms, but, somehow, I hadn’t noticed them standing there until they spoke. Even now, they seemed to blend with the sun-dappled forest as they loomed over me.
“Calm yourself, lass. I did not mean to scare you.” One of them, a redhead with hair to his shoulders, stooped and picked up my basket.
“You don’t need to try to scare women, Leif,” the second warrior grunted. “Your face scares them enough.”
The redhead, Leif, didn’t take his eyes from me.
“My apologies, lass.” He spoke with a strange accent but a bit of a lilt I recognized from the Highlands, a mountainous area many leagues from the abbey.
Hands trembling, I took the basket and clutched it to my chest. The warriors’ gaze swept up and down my form, lingering on my breasts. They kept their distance. If they made any move, I would drop my burden again and run to the abbey doors, a race no doubt I would lose.
“You’re not too frightened?” Leif cocked his head to the side. He had an open, honest face, a scar marking his chin, and a full, lush mouth.
When I shook my head, he flashed an arrogant smile. “See, Brokk? She’s a brave little thing. I wager it’s your ugly face tying her tongue.” He gave me a wink.
My cheeks heated.
“Don’t embarrass her,” Brokk muttered, the stern set of his mouth in contrast to his partner’s cocky grin.
“And miss the pretty color in her cheeks? Like the bloom of a rose.” When Leif smirked again, I caught a quick flash of fang. His canines curved over his lower teeth. “You’re lovely, lass.”
My lips parted. My heart fluttered like a bird caught in a briar.
The second warrior cleared his throat. He wasn’t as handsome as his companion, but his blunt features and glowering brow had their own arresting charm. “Leif thinks he has a way with women. I will not let him keep you long,” Brokk assured me, though at the word “keep” I took a step back.
With a low, soothing sound, the warriors hemmed me in. My head craned upwards to take in one stern, one smiling face.
I clutched my basket tighter. The warriors blocked my escape, but for some reason, I felt no fear. My body warmed further still, responding to the heat emanating from them.
“Can I help you, sirs?” I rasped. My dry throat worked to get the words out. Maybe, if I stayed polite, they would let me go.
“Do you live yonder?” Brokk nodded to the abbey, his voice gruff but kind.
“Yes, sir.”
“What’s your name?” Leif asked.
“It’s Willow,” I whispered.
“Willow.” Leif rolled my name on his tongue, and I felt a prickle between my legs. My nipples throbbed.
“Willow,” Brokk echoed, and his face softened a little.
The ache in my breasts increased, and wetness trickled from my nether lips.
Leif raised his head and drew in a deep breath. Both warriors pierced me with the look of a predator fixing on its intended prey. I swayed between them, caught in their bright-yellow gaze.
My desire blazed to life, followed by fear.
“I should not be here,” I blurted. “I should not be talking to you.” The friar warned me and my sister orphans against strange men. Whenever he caught one of us speaking to any in the village, all of us bore the punishment.
It would be night soon, complete with the dreaded full moon.
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bsp; “I need to go,” I whispered. “Please.”
For a moment, I thought they would not let me leave, but then Leif stepped away, giving me a clear path to the abbey.
“Take care, Willow,” Brokk said in his gentle rumble.
“We’ll watch over you,” Leif added. “Make sure you get safely to the door. After all, there are dangerous men about.”
My heart dropped to my feet, and he winked at me again.
For a second, his eyes seem to pulse with a golden light. It faded, leaving an ordinary man. Ordinary except for the handsome face, the strapping neck, the fine muscles stretching the leather jerkin he wore.
With a small nod, I scrambled the rest of the way home.
Inside, the wall propped me up as I pressed a hand over my breast, willing my heartbeat to slow. I’d never had such a response to a man before, not even to Joseph, the village blacksmith’s apprentice who always smiled at me. I held my hands out and watched them tremble. Something about those warriors, the way they couldn’t take their eyes off me…my body buzzed, blood roaring. I felt I’d waited all my life to meet those men.
What was happening to me? I should’ve asked the warriors where they’d come from, and their purpose. I should’ve done something besides stand there like a fool, my face flushed and my heart racing.
Light filtered through the colored window above me, staining my hands red. What a fool. My encounter meant nothing. Warriors on a journey had found brief entertainment frightening a scrawny girl. As soon as they laughed over the encounter, they’d forget me.
Me? I’d think about them, and my wicked, sinful flesh would burn for days. In cool darkness, I slipped along the stone floor and passed through the sanctuary, head bowed against the cold marble stares of the saints. I’d visited the sanctuary often enough I’d memorized their faces. Perfect, and high above me. A good girl would do penance on her knees for even speaking to such a pair of such fine men. As for the thoughts I’d had when trapped between their large strapping bodies…I could never do enough penance to atone.
