The Berserker Brides Saga

by Lee Savino

  “Yes.” I turned my head to kiss his hand.

  My pleasure rose, an inexorable tide I couldn’t resist. Brokk tempted my climax with one hand between my legs and the other pushing the plug into my rear hole. At last, he pressed down hard and popped the wooden bulb into my stretched passage. I wiggled a little, my arsehole tightening around the foreign object, pussy weeping madly. The plug did not budge. I sighed and let my head fall to the pelts.

  “There you go, lass.” Leif stroked my neck. “All done, and without too much whining. Now, what?”

  “Now we lock her back in her belt. Enjoy the mead and have her serve us while she stews a bit.”

  “No!” I reared up, and Brokk caught me. Chuckling, he pulled me into his lap, one hand still between my legs, his other gripping my breasts. “No? Is it your place to order us?” He swatted one breast and then the other. Light, playful slaps, hard enough to make them throb with desire.

  My mouth fell open, my lips working, but no sound came out. My climax hovered out of reach. The plug pressed into my ass as I sat on Brokk’s firm thigh, and when I tried to struggle away, he ground my bottom down against him, filling me. My empty cunny wept.

  “Soon you’ll be filled by both of us. Would you like that? Look at Leif and tell him.”

  “Yes,” I moaned. Leif had his cock out now, stroking it slowly as he watched Brokk restrain my writhing hips.

  “We will both claim you. I will take one end and Leif will take the other. We will fuck you between us and fill you with our seed. Then we’ll put you back in the belt, needy and wanting. You will clean our cocks with your mouth and savor our pleasure as your own.”

  It was so dirty, so wrong, yet my orgasm rose faster than I could stop it. His fingers played in my throbbing folds.

  “Would you like that, Willow? We’ll care for you, wash you and dress you, and braid your hair. We’ll keep you safe, but every day you will ache, and every night you will open your body to us. You’ll remain forever a captive to our desires.”

  A scream tore from my mouth, a wild, keening sound echoing around the keep. Pleasure rode through my body, shaking it like a tree in a storm. Only Brokk’s strong arms grounded me.

  A sharp cry from Leif told me he’d taken his release. His seed spurted to the ground and set me flying again. Brokk’s hand on my cunt, hard chest at my back, and lips at my ear kept me safe on earth, each touch driving pleasure deeper, rooting it in my very soul.

  “Oh, Willow, Willow, Willow.” Brokk raised his wet fingers to my mouth. With a little mew, I cleaned my musk off his fingers. He turned my head to him with a fist in my hair, and crushed my mouth against his. His fervent voice and touch sent aftershocks coursing through me. I drank deeply of his fierce desire, a tree coming out of drought, finding endless waters to sate her thirst. And when he finished plundering my mouth, he pressed his forehead against mine.

  “We will not take you tonight, but soon. You will be ready for us.”

  They did as they said, and more. Put me in the metal belt, made me fetch them mead, catching me in their arms and giving me sips from their cups before setting me on my knees to suckle them.

  They both smiled, relaxed, almost jovial together.

  As the moon reached her zenith, Leif gathered me up. In his arms, I sank into sleep like falling into deep water. The men murmured to each other, laughing, fighting no longer.

  I dreamt I stood on the lake and stepped across the water. Did I walk? Did I fly? I was a white-winged bird, fleeing across the black expanse to shelter on the island. When I landed there, I was not alone.

  Under the willow tree, a woman sat dressed in white, her black hair tumbling down her back. She seemed familiar. Her face was young, but her eyes were timeless.

  She beckoned to me. As I came near the her pale face and tilt of her head reminded me of the statue I’d prayed to for long hours at the abbey.

  My legs trembled, but she lifted a hand, the small smile on her face calming me.

  When I stood beside her, we both leaned over the pool at our feet. The reflection caught my eye. Images flickered across the surface. Brokk stood on a mountaintop, mist swirling around him. In the shadows, Leif leaned against the castle wall, his eyes glowing and limbs covered with the black fur of a monster.

  When I reached out to touch the water, the images swirled away, leaving nothing but the reflection of the moon.

  And I realized I did not fear my heat anymore.

  I blinked, coming out of the dream.

  “The moon,” I said. “It’s full.”

  Brokk and Leif fell silent. The two had been talking, laughing, joking, instead of fighting. I’d prayed for peace, and the goddess had answered.

  My thoughts blurred a moment, mingling with my dream. I remembered what I saw in the reflection of the pool under the willow. I’d seen Brokk standing on the mountain, alone. Leif in the shadows, lurking as he fought the monster. One alone, one on the edge. Me in the middle. Somehow, I was the answer.

  “Are you all right?” one of them asked.

  I rose. Slowly, I lifted the hem of my shift and let the garment drop. Both men were standing by the time it hit the ground.

  “Willow,” Brokk rasped. “You don’t have to do this.”

  “I want to.” Naked, I stepped forward. “I want to please you.”

  “The moon bends your mind.” Leif glanced at the sky.

  “I do not care about the moon.” I swayed my hips as I walked. “All I want is before me.”

  I licked my full lips, caressed my breasts. My fingers palmed the pale orbs until they tingled. I pinched my nipples.

  “Stop,” Brokk’s voice rang out. “Those are not yours. Only we can give you permission to touch.”

  I cocked my head to the side. “Well, then,” I purred. “Do I have permission?”

  Brokk

  What do you think? Leif asked me. My whole body tensed, straining to go to hers. I knew he felt the same.

  How’s your control?

  Good, Leif said. But it may not last long.

  “Go to the furs,” I ordered Willow. “Touch yourself, as you did last night.”

  “You may not climax,” Leif reminded her.

  She pouted a little but nodded and went to her place, her bottom jiggling as she walked. My cock jumped in my breeches.

  “Our little captive is a wanton,” Leif observed.

  “She’s everything we need.” But, inside, I felt cold. Could I do this? Could we mark her forever?

  Willow lay on the pelts, her legs spread, her hand running up and down her plump pink lower lips. They would be soft and silky to the touch, like rose petals. She teased her pleasure nub with one finger then let out a sexy little moan. And I made my decision.

  “All fours. Hands and knees.” I knelt before her and freed my cock as she scrambled into place. “We will not be gentle,” I warned.

  She licked her lips, once, and opened her mouth wide enough to engulf me. She sucked until her cheeks hollowed. My muscles knotted up as I willed myself to hold back from thrusting hard into her mouth.

  Leif knelt behind her. Palming her wet folds, he found her sensitive spots and teased them without mercy. She moaned around my cock as he sent her over the edge.

  “Perfect,” I said, and thrust my hips, fucking her face while Leif fingered her to the edge again. Her whimpers escaped around my cock as Leif set himself at the entrance to her virgin cunt.

  I drew my cock out and caught her chin. “Brace yourself, lass.” She nodded.

  Leif groaned as he sank in. “So tight.”

  “Good lass,” I told her. “You may take your pleasure as often as you wish this night.” Leaning down, I pecked her lips. She turned it into a full-blown kiss. Angled her head and sucked on my fingers when I drew away.

  “Please,” she breathed, begging me. I would’ve fallen had I not already been on my knees. She wanted me as much as Leif. She wanted me. There was no mistaking the look in her eyes.

  Leif pushed
in and out of her slowly. With one last kiss, I guided her mouth over my cock again.

  “Ready?” I asked Leif.

  Together, we fucked her, rocking in and out, back and forth in perfect synchronization. Droplets of sweat beaded on her back. I brushed them away.

  “So hot, so ready for us,” Leif grunted.

  Our rhythm sped up. We pounded her harder until I grew close. Pleasure flashed through me. Everything tightened as I prepared to shoot my seed into her mouth. Leif slapped her right haunch and then the other. She whimpered around my cock, and I almost lost it. “Odin’s balls,” I gasped.

  Leif laughed. He caught her hips and finished with a series of thrusts. A second later, she went over again, moaning. I popped out of her mouth and spurted onto her face. Catching her chin, I kissed her again, tasting myself on her lips.

  She panted, sagging to the pelts.

  “Oh no,” Leif said and drew her hips up so her bottom strained towards the sky. He bent down to put his mouth on her. The night had just begun.

  We ate and sucked her until dawn. When the moon fled and the morning star came out, Willow slept between us.

  “It’s begun,” Leif said, passing me the mead.

  I nodded. We’d waited over a century for this night, and now the day dawned on the rest of our lives. Would her love for us last?

  “Oh no.” He shook his finger at me. “Stone Face, do not sulk.”

  She roused. “Are you fighting again?

  “No,” I bit out. “Come, let us wash you.”

  “I want to sleep.” She burrowed back into the furs.

  I lifted her, pelts and all, and strode down to the lake. She shrieked when I tossed her in, and came up glaring.

  Leif laughed until I tackled him. We wrestled on the beach. He got me knee-deep into the water before I threw him in.

  Then both Leif and Willow jumped me. I dared not fight, for fear of knocking Willow over, and this time they dunked me. She wrapped herself around me. Willow clung to my back as I swam about. I dove and watched her swim away, her hair spread out in a black web.

  The afternoon passed as if a dream.

  “What would you like more than anything, lass?” Leif asked we sat on top of the wall. She remained naked by our request, hair drying. I combed it with my fingers and braided it. I loved touching her.

  I remember when you would not touch her. Leif raised a brow at me. I’d left my mind open to him. I ignored his comment but didn’t close our bond.

  “Well, Willow?” I raised a brow. “Tell us your heart’s desire.”

  “To make sure my friends are safe.”

  “They are. I promise this. We will go to the mountain soon and see them.”

  “Why do we wait?”

  “There is one thing we wish to do before we leave.” I lifted the hair off her shoulder and touched the spot where we would mark her. “It will happen soon enough.”

  “Is there anything else you wish for? Meat, fish, an apple, cheese?” Leif ticked off his fingers.

  “Somebody’s hungry.” She laughed, but then grew sober. “There was a girl in the orphanage. A friend. Her name was Hazel.”

  Hazel. The name is familiar, Leif said.

  Yes. She is Knut’s mate. Out loud, I told Willow, “Hazel is well. One of our warriors rescued her outside the Corpse King’s cave. She accepted our friend Knut as her mate.”

  Willow blinked at me, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

  “We should’ve told you earlier. She was going to send word to you, so you’d know we were coming, but the Corpse King grew strong, and we had only a few days to take the abbey.”

  “Hazel’s alive?” Willow repeated as if she hadn’t heard anything else I’d said.

  “And happy,” Leif soothed. “She’s at the mountain with her mate.”

  She shook her head, tears in her eyes.

  “Odin’s breath,” I muttered. “Come here, lass, before you fall off the wall.” I pulled her into my arms. She hugged me tight.

  “Thank you,” she said. “Thank you.”

  “The Berserkers will watch over all your friends, Willow, just as we watch over you.”

  We must mate and mark her, soon. Leif told me as the sun grew low in the sky. I feel my beast. I am at the edge of my control.

  Very well. I ignored the anxiety stirring within. Leif was right. Better to claim her now, before it was too late.

  You agree? Leif sounded surprised, and relieved.

  She is the one for us. I said, and meant it. I’d fallen in love with Willow. I’d lost my heart when I first saw her on the road. She had frowned when we sandwiched her between us, but the air had filled with the tang of her arousal.

  I swallowed hard. Love had crept up on me, sneaking past my defenses. It was almost strong enough to make me forget my old pain.

  Almost.

  I felt relief when my warrior brother went to get firewood, leaving Willow and I alone. Not for the first time, I cursed the brother bond. I had grown used to it over the years, but Willow made me remember my hate anew. Leif told me we would share her, but, in the past, when I shared, he took what was mine.

  “The moon will be full again tonight,” I commented.

  “It’s waning,” she corrected.

  “Close enough.” I lifted her, loving the feel of her soft, small body against mine. She trailed her hands down my arms, testing the smooth muscle, detouring to study a scar. I held my breath as her fingers found their way to my face, tracing my square jaw and heavy brows. I wasn’t a handsome man, but she touched me with the same reverence she had given Leif until I leaned in and kissed her.

  When my lips left hers, she wound her arms around me with a sigh.

  “Happy?” I asked her.

  “I…” She hesitated. “Yes, I am. Are you?”

  I grunted. “I would stay here forever, if it were safe.” Whenever Leif went off to hunt, I’d pretend Willow belonged to me, and me alone.

  She frowned, and seemed to pick up on my thoughts. “Why do you fight with Leif?”

  “What?”

  “At first I thought you did not like me, but it is him you do not like.”

  “You shouldn’t say such things.” I tried to brush her off, but she kept her arms locked around my neck.

  “Why not?”

  “It happened a long time ago, lass. It’s nothing.”

  She snorted.

  I stood and set her down. She let me go but followed when I took a few steps away from her. “I do not wish to speak of old wounds.”

  “It has not healed,” she said softly.

  “Very well.” Red roses grew along the castle wall. I plucked a few and handed her one. The rest I ripped apart, petal by petal.

  “Before I turned into a beast, I loved a woman,” I said. “We planned to marry, but I put her off when I became a Berserker, for though I had great control over my beast, I would not risk her life. She also had an eye for Leif, as every woman does.” I tried and failed to keep bitterness from my tone.

  “Once night, she convinced me to share her. I did not want to, but I would do anything to make her happy. She told me nothing would break her love for me. I watched them together…” My throat closed. I could not say anymore.

  Willow came and threaded her arm through mine.

  “Brokk, you are so alone. I know what it is like to be alone.”

  I cleared my throat. “I will tell you the rest. One night I came back to my lodge, and she and Leif were lying together.”

  “What did you do?”

  “What could I do? I left.”

  “You always leave,” Leif called, coming around the curved stone wall.

  I whirled to face him, hating that he’d snuck up on me. I wanted to know how much he’d heard, but I would not touch his mind to find out.

  “And you always lie,” I said. “I left because confronting you would call out your beast. I challenged you later, and you placed the blame on her. You were lucky I have so much control. If I had
n’t, we would’ve fought, and the Alphas would’ve killed us.”

  “I did not—”

  “Silence! I have born the burden of your beast all these years, as well as mine. I despise you,” I spat the words. “You are a coward.”

  Leif’s face darkened. His skin rippled as if he might Change. “Careful, brother.”

  “I am not your brother. The bond we share? I wish it didn’t exist.”

  “Brokk,” Willow said. Her small hands tugged on my arm.

  I ignored her. “I should’ve let you die. That would’ve been justice.”

  “No,” Willow gasped in horror. “Brokk, you don’t mean it.”

  “I do.”

  “Please.” She reached for me.

  “Go to him,” I pushed her away. She staggered at the force, and Leif caught her.

  “What is the matter with you?” he snarled.

  Shock glazed our woman’s features. I’d never lost my temper with her; I always had control. I felt ashamed.

  “You will be happy with him,” I told Willow and left.

  I headed for the mountain but then detoured and wandered without purpose until I came to the field of wildflowers.

  I remembered it like it was yesterday, the battle that forged the bond. I’d been angry, eager to do battle. While I fought, surrounded by many men, a spear had arched towards me. It would’ve found its mark in my heart had not Leif flung out his shield and struck it off course. He’d winked at me, and I’d growled, not in thanks, but annoyance. I owed him a debt of honor and, a few hours later, I would pay.

  We fought as mercenaries, serving the Northland kings who claimed the islands far north. The opposing force could not stand before us, but they had a giant, a man with great strength. He was no match for Berserkers, but they sent him along with many other warriors against our smaller band. They cast nets over Leif and trapped him. Leif fought not to lose control. In the last battle, five warriors had not been able to regain their minds. The Alphas had stopped their rampage—by ripping the warriors’ hearts from their chests. Only a Berserker can kill a Berserker.