Sold to the Berserkers: A Menage Shifter Romance

by Savino, Lee

  The dark haired one took a few locks of my hair in his hand, gripping them lightly and raising them to his face. He breathed in my scent, then looked at me with glowing eyes and said in a clear voice.

  “Ye belong to us now.”

  *

  The rest of the night passed in a blur. We walked into the woods, the thick darkness, and went along a path. The warriors went behind and before, I was safe in the middle.

  Finally exhaustion took over and I stumbled. Instantly, the dark haired warrior swung me up in his arms, and the group’s pace increased. His hand came up, pressing my face to his neck.

  I must have slept, for when I woke again, the blond was carrying me. I lifted my head blinking in the starlight and cold night air. The warriors must have walked all night, and were still hiking, following a trail up a mountain. I roused a little and stared into the leaders golden eyes.

  “Sleep,” he grunted. “Almost home.”

  *

  I do not know how long I slept, but as I slept I dreamed. The starlight fell away into a deeper darkness. I was in a warm, safe place with two warriors leaning over me, large hands sifting through my hair. One of them pulled out a dirk and sliced away my gown, and then the hands began stroking down my body. Their touches fed my heated desire, and in my dream I longed to pull their bodies over mine, wordlessly begging them to fill me.

  Instead, I lay still as they touched me with reverent fingers. I heard them speak, but not out loud. They didn’t use words but somehow I understood them.

  “The witch was right. She calms the wolf.”

  A grunt of agreement, then a pause. “I can smell her heat.”

  “Patience, brother. We have waited this long.”

  They lay on either side of me, still touching me. In the darkness their eyes glowed.

  “Brother,” one said in a tone of awe. “The beast rests.”

  “As does mine.”

  “It has been so long.”

  “Too long. But the struggle is over. The beast will sleep again.”

  *

  I woke cradled in softness, my body a bit too warm. Sweat trickled down my bare breasts. My gown was gone; the memory of the warriors stripping me, at least, wasn’t a dream.

  When I moved, I touched a body lying in front of me and my eyes flew open. A warrior lay beside me, his large form in repose. We rested in a pile of pelts, in a dark room lit by a fire. In my sleep, I’d curled on my side facing the dark haired warrior and there was barely a hair’s breadth between my bare chest and his.

  Stretching a little, I pushed the thick fur from me.

  His body felt so warm. I wriggled back a little, and the man’s eyes opened and twinkled. I met his gaze without fear. We’d shared only a night and half a day, but I felt at ease with his friendly expression. His smile boded well for my life as a slave.

  “Brenna,” he greeted me, and his voice, rough with sleep, sounded clearer to my ears. “Did ye sleep well?”

  I nodded. He rolled onto his side, facing me, and his broad, muscled chest filled my vision. Part of me wanted to cringe and slip away, but I reminded myself that this was my new master. I may as well lay there and let him do what he would. Besides, I was comfortable on the pelts.

  The warrior shifted closer, his light brown eyes glowing brighter. I could make out every dark lash. Slowly, as if he might startle me, he lifted a large rough hand, and touched my face with more care than I would’ve guessed he could muster. I lowered my eyes as he caressed me, letting him take liberties, smoothing my skin and pushing back my hair.

  Strange as it was, lying beside a man I’d never met, one who’d bought me in the woods in a humiliating transaction, I enjoyed the moment, the warrior’s rough and gentle fingers. An outcast who kept to her accepted lot, I wasn’t often touched. It felt nice.

  Too late I realized he was exploring my scar and jerked my head away.

  “Shhh, still. I won’t hurt ye.”

  My hand came up to cover the scarred side of my neck and face.

  “Ye dinnae like it?”

  I shook my head. The scar was my bane, my curse. It made me too ugly for marriage to a village boy, it made me fit only to be a slave.

  My hand pressed harder, but pulled it away from my face, frowning a little as he examined the weals underneath. As much as I wanted to struggle, I held my body still. This was not my secret lover, or a friend. He was a warrior who had bought and paid for me. I had to remember that, if I was to survive.

  My new life’s aim was pleasing my new masters. The longer I did that, and stayed alive, the higher my chances to one day find a way to escape.

  I held onto this thought as I stared at my dark haired bedmate, blinking hard to hold back tears.

  “Isnae so bad, lass. Just a wee mark. It makes ye different, but it isnae enough to take from yer beauty.”

  I blinked. No one had ever called me beautiful. The warrior pulled my hand away from my face and kissed it. His lips worked at my palm, tickling me with the bristles on his chin and jaw. The skin around his eyes crinkled with a mischievous smile.

  Just like that, I felt warmth rush to all my secret parts. My womb clenched and filled with longing.

  The flood of desire was so sudden and shocking, I automatically tried to tug my hand away.

  He didn’t let it go. Turning my hand, he laid kisses down my wrist, sucking lightly at the skin over my pulse. My heartbeat leapt tellingly, and he grinned full on.

  “That’s it, Brenna. There’s a good lass.” His eyes caught fire, brightening with that otherworldly glow.

  Despite myself, I shifted, feeling arousal pool as wetness between my legs.

  He paused, scenting the air. If I’d thought his eyes were golden before, they burned ten times hotter when he angled his head closer to me. Slowly he bent his head, ready to touch his mouth to mine… Transfixed by those beautiful eyes, I couldn’t move if I tried.

  Something moved behind me and I startled, then panicked. I caught a glimpse of blond locks as I started thrashing. There was another man in the bed. In my fixation on the dark-haired warrior, I hadn’t noticed the second, massive form.

  Before I could rise, the dark haired one caught me, pulling my trembling body back onto the pelts.

  “Be still,” another voice rumbled.

  Immediately I froze. The animal sound raised the hairs on the back of my head.

  The dark haired man wrapped burly arms around my torso. His thigh rested over my legs, capturing me thoroughly. “Calm, lass,” he breathed into my ear, a touch of amusement in his tone. “Tis only Samuel.”

  Slowly I turned my head to Samuel and met the blond leader’s wild gold gaze.

  “Do ye remember Samuel? He carried ye up the mountain. Dinnae hurt his feelings. He will grow surly and sulk all day.”

  My brow furrowed until I realized the dark haired one was teasing. Under the short beard, Samuel’s mouth softened a little from its serious expression.

  “Starting without me, Daegan?” he spoke over my head to his warrior brother.

  “Just a wee kiss.” The black haired warrior rolled me to my back so I could look up at both of them. I swallowed hard, trying not to show on my face how intimidated I was.

  They loomed over me, one dark and the other fair. One serious and intense, the other with a mischievous glinting light in his eye.

  Their touches became bolder. A hand soothed down my hip.

  The worst was how my body responded. I shifted anxiously as a prickle of heat curled through me. I fought it, closing my eyes.

  “Open.” One grunted, smoothing my hair back from my face.

  I did and he rewarded me, bending down as if to kiss me. He inhaled deeply, then raised his head.

  “So good,” he commented to his brother.

  “Just as the witch said.” Samuel ran a long finger down the side of my face.

  “Do ye feel it?”

  “I feel it,” the blond confirmed. Their voices were still rough and deep but they were str
onger.

  The dark haired warrior reared over me, settling beside me as I lay back looking up at him.

  “Brenna,” he said, putting his hand on my chest as he had last night. His voice was much clearer than the guttural grunt it had been before. He placed his hand on his chest, and this time I caught his name. “Daegan.”

  He seemed to be waiting for me to answer, so I nodded.

  “Samuel,” the other said.

  Like my dream last night, their hands started stroking up and down my body. Starting with my face and drifting down either arm, their hands touched and caressed.

  Samuel’s brushed my breast, my nipple hardened suddenly and I startled.

  “Shhh, relax,” the blond said. “It’s all right.”

  “So lovely,” Daegan added, running a single finger down my arm, sending shivers through my entire body. “Do ye like our touch, lass?”

  I blinked at him, afraid to nod or shake my head. A part of me liked it, and a part of me knew I shouldn’t. It was all happening so fast.

  “You’re ours now, Brenna. We bought you because we wished for a woman to share our bed. We believe you are the one,” Samuel said.

  “Obey us, lass, and we’ll cherish and protect you, and give you pleasure.”

  I lay stiff, trying to wrap my head around their words. The events of the past night and day still jumbled in my head.

  Daegan wrapped his hand around my ankle and I had to force myself not to kick. It was his ankle now, to caress or crush as he pleased. I was their slave.

  Fear must have tracked across my face, for Samuel spoke in a soothing tone. “Calm Brenna, give yourself over to us. We have long awaited you.”

  I blinked. They’d awaited me?

  The big leader stroked my cheek. “We own you now, and we will care for you and protect you. You will never come to any harm.”

  His thumb went to my lip and ran over the soft skin there. My heart beat faster, but not only with fear.

  He sighed. “I wish you could speak to us. I would give anything to know your questions. Take away the fear in your eyes.”

  I tried to relax. These men had bought me but sought to comfort me.

  Samuel shifted over me and pinned me with that intense gaze. Daegan positioned himself at my head, cradling it in the crook of his arm and playing with my hair.

  “We will see to ye now.” Samuel reared over me and pulled the pelt away from my body. I couldn’t move as if I’d turned to stone with fear. I lay naked before these great warriors, who feasted on my flesh with their glowing gaze.

  “Lovely,” Daegan said, and I went from afraid to excited in a few seconds.

  Samuel bent so his hair brushed my upper thighs and bent his head. He seemed to be scenting me.

  I tried to close my legs and he held them open. Daegan lifted me so he could hold me half in his lap, my head against his chest. He reached down and laid palms on my thighs to keep them apart for his warrior brother.

  Feeling trapped, I started struggling. Despite their kind words, I didn’t know these men or what they would do with me.

  “Brenna,” Samuel turned my name into a command. “Lie still. We will not hurt you. You are our most treasured possession.”

  Daegan stroked my inner thigh. “Ye dinnae ken now, but you will.”

  Samuel brushed fingers over my center. “This belongs to us now.” He moved his hands a little and my hips shifted of their own volition, responding.

  If I could’ve cried out or made a little noise of longing, I would’ve.

  All too soon, he took his fingers away, smelling my musk, then tasting it.

  My own mouth parted in a gasp, and it proved too much for Daegan. One hand left my thighs and gripped my hair gently, turning it so he could kiss me. His lips touched mine, pecking and inviting before his head slanted and he drank more deeply of my mouth. I stilled with shock at my first kiss.

  He pulled away with a mischievous light in his eye. “Do ye like that?” His brow went up, almost daring me to say no.

  I just stared.

  Samuel almost grinned.

  “Let me try again.” Daegan did grin, full out before he bent and teased at my lips with his tongue. Heat flared through me.

  “My turn,” Samuel leaned forward. Daegan cradled me as the big man cupped my face, drawing me forward with tender fingers before touching his lips to mine. Like his warrior brother, he tasted clean and good, and when my lips parted, his tongue slipped inside.

  By the time the kiss ended, I was breathing hard. Wet heat pooled at my center.

  Samuel took his time, kissing me again, then offering my mouth back to Daegan. Their hands moved over my skin nonstop, stroking my arms, breasts, hips and waist and down my legs. Between four hands and twin mouths, they left no part of me uncaressed….except one.

  After a time my legs lay open of their own accord, my center exposed and begging for attention.

  The heat rose in me stronger than ever before, the fire fed by the readying touches of two men. I fought it as I always had, struggling to remain myself, to hold onto Brenna. Each kiss, each touch, each swipe of tongue at my neck or knee and I lost myself a little bit more.

  Samuel drew back for a moment and I blinked at the respite. His long hair streamed over an awesome chest. Daegan had a smaller build, though not by much. Every movement displayed muscles on muscles, lean and chiseled.

  These were hard men, with hard lives, and I was to lie with both of them.

  They marveled at my softness, commenting as they stroked me.

  “So smooth. Feel this.”

  Hands cupped my breast and I arched my back, my breath coming faster as I wordlessly asked for more.

  “Such a beautiful lass. So perfect for us.”

  Samuel’s large hands traced down the curve of my hip.

  “Perfection.” Samuel’s fingers brushed between my legs, the barest of touches. “Relax, sweet one, we will now give you pleasure.”

  At his words, my body convulsed.

  “Should we tie her?”

  Daegan cuddled me closer. “Do we need to tie you, lass? I know ye are new and scared, but we own ye now. We will do with your body as we wish, and always care for it. Right now Samuel will give ye pleasure.”

  “Will you submit to us, Brenna?”

  I nodded. What choice did I have?

  The big man’s touches circled close to my special places and arousal like I’d never felt before shot through me. I became a creature empty of all but wanting.

  It frightened me. Samuel paused as my panicked hands caught at his.

  Daegan caught my wrists and then I jerked against him, panicking straight out. “Breath, Brenna. My warrior brother is going to give ye pleasure. You cannae fight it. Just relax and give yourself to us.”

  Hands holding my legs open, Samuel lay down between them. I felt hot breath between my legs. First kisses up my knee then a tongue touching my center. Touching turned to licking. It felt so good I couldn’t fight the iron arms holding me. Nor did I want to. Desire and fear warred in me and desire won.

  Daegan praised me as I relaxed. “Good lass. Ye were made for this.”

  “You were born and marked for us, and we have waited so long.” Samuel added, then nibbled the inside of my thighs, drawing closer to my weeping slit. By the time his mouth arrived at its destination, I was wet and ready for him.

  I knew a little of lovemaking, having seen couples in the woods or guessed from crude jokes I’d heard. Then there were the violent encounters with my stepfather before I determined to fight back.

  But I had never experienced such care and gentleness at the hands of a man, much less two warriors who could kill me as quickly as caress me.

  While Daegan’s fingers circled my nipples, his mouth kissed my neck and shoulders. His lips slid over my scar but I didn’t care any more.

  Samuel found my lower lips and flicked his tongue at them, my arousal shot to the sky. My breathing changed, became languid and ready.


  A small part of me fought my growing arousal, trying to keep my wits about me. Two men held me in their bed, feasting with delight on my body.

  Need pressed through me, the heat that claimed me each month since I became a woman with my first bleeding. Every full moon my breasts grew heavy and my whole body ached…not with pain, but a pleasurable longing. If I did not control it, I would want to go out and rut like an animal, like the dog my stepfather named me.

  I couldn’t let it happen, but now two men were tempting me.

  “Let go, wee one. Give us yer pleasure,” Daegan whispered in the rough voice. Their lips, tongues and fingers were insistent, nonstop. I felt myself start to crest on the precipice.

  I panted as I shattered. Pleasure flooded through my world, taking me higher and higher, beyond feeling.

  As I came down realized what I had done. I shut my eyes tight, ashamed. Losing control was more humiliating than being scarred for life, being sold by my hated stepfather, than letting two men pleasure me. I had to remember who I was. I had to stay alert so I could escape. My sisters were counting on me.

  “Open your eyes, Brenna.” Samuel commanded.

  The two men looked pleased with themselves.

  The blond’s finger brushed my cheek, lifting off a tear, and he frowned.

  “Oh, little lass.” Daegan tucked close, his hair streaming over my naked body. “You’re all right. You’re safe here.”

  “It’s a lot to take in,” Samuel said. “But we’ve been waiting for you for a long, long time.”

  *

  After my orgasm, Samuel disappeared from the room with the pelt covered dais. Daegan helped me to my feet and lead me, still naked but for my unbound hair, out of the stone cavern, down a hall to another cave.

  There was light in the cavern from lit braziers and fire. The hall had some sort of natural light, I hurried with Daegan, the rock cool on my feet.

  We were inside a mountain. Someone must have carved this place from the rock. I’d heard of dwarves in the hills, but thought they were also a myth.

  My breasts hard and my body shivering when we stepped into another room. And warm steamy air embraced my body. We were in another cavern, where hot water bubbled out of the rock.