Captured by the Berserkers: A menage shifter romance (Berserker Brides Book 2)
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I pushed my body over Leif’s. “No.”
“Come, Willow.” The woman squatted next to me. “I’m here to help. Let me see the wound.”
Leif’s life was draining out as we spoke. There was no harm in letting her look. She could not kill him twice.
“Who are you?” I croaked.
“She is the witch, Yseult,” Brokk said. All his anger had disappeared. “The Alphas sent her. Can you help him?”
“You did a good job of killing him,” Yseult snapped. She shook her head with a sharp jerk. “You are the only one who can save him.”
“How?” Brokk flung himself beside us.
“Give him your heart’s blood. The same way you would turn him. It will strengthen the bond between you. He will use your strength to heal.”
“Your chance to be free…of me.” Leif grasped his arm. Brokk shook his warrior brother’s weak hand off as if it weighed no more than a fly.
“And try to woo Willow without your ugly face? Next to you, I’m almost pretty.”
“Quickly now,” the witch warned.
I winced and half turned away as Brokk plunged his claws into his own chest.
Yseult watched intently, excitement illuminating her face. “Raise him up, let him drink.” The witch licked her lips.
“Please,” I begged the witch. “Don’t let me lose both of them.”
“You will not.”
My sobs shook me. Brokk bent over Leif, one arm under the redhead, holding him as if in final embrace.
The mist seethed around us, tendrils trying to grasp us, dissipating when it touched the witch.
Finally, Yseult rose, and I shook myself, remembering to breathe. “It is done.”
Brokk slumped over and rolled to his side, facing Leif.
“Is he—” I dared not finish the question.
Yseult gestured to Leif. “See for yourself.”
Underneath the clotted blood, Leif’s wound had closed. The injured warrior wheezed a little, but his color no longer matched the pallor of death.
“Brother,” Brokk rasped. His own wound had healed. I sobbed harder at the sight of tears in his eyes.
The air seemed to thicken and still.
“Come, Willow,” the witch called to me. “Leave them a moment and walk with me.”
I rose also, and stilled. Hundreds of snowflakes hung suspended in the air. I touched one, and it sizzled a little as it melted. The rest drifted downwards like feathers.
Time had slowed. “Yseult…did you…?”
“I made sure Brokk saved his brother in time. It was all his doing...but for a little help. Come.”
Reluctantly, I left the warriors and went with her to the edge of the lake.
“They will need you,” Yseult told me. “They’ll still quarrel. The Corpse King’s mist only can prey on a weak mind. Your strength, and the magic in the bond, will keep them strong.”
I swallowed hard, wanting to ask how I could possibly aid the warriors in such a way.
“Still,” Yseult continued, “I wouldn’t stay here longer than a night and a day. No more, in case the enemy sends his servants.”
“Is the Corpse King near?”
“He is still bound to his tomb but growing in power. I dare not travel near his territory. He would catch me and absorb my essence. Even now, I must not linger.”
“You’re leaving? But what about the mist?”
“You have all you need to defeat it. Your fear, your despair powers this spell. The mist unleashed their beast because the monstrous side of them tries to protect them with its rage.”
“But the beast doesn’t protect them. It makes them lose control.”
“Too much strength can be a weakness. You’ll have to teach them how to temper their beast.”
“Me?”
“There is one thing they share, one thing they cherish above anything else.”
“What is that?” I wondered if she spoke of an object, something from their homeland, or a weapon of great value.
Yseult looked at me with an impatient expression. “You, Willow. You can heal the bond between them, and the three of you will be as one.”
I bit my lip.
“My work here is complete.” Yseult waved a casual hand toward the keep. Leif and Brokk still lay in shadow. Brokk bent over the recovering warrior, clasping his hand with both of his.
“Thank you,” I said. “I am grateful you came. But for you…” I choked and shook my head. “How did you know where to find us?”
“The Alphas sent me. But I found you through the mist when I sensed your magic.”
“My magic?”
“Yes.”
“It was the goddess.” I told her of the woman of the island.
“That was not the goddess.” She smiled, an eerie expression on her inhuman face.
“Then who was it?”
“Here.” Yseult picked up a stick, and waved it over the edge of the water. Time sped up once more. The mists cleared away, fleeing into the forest.
“Look in the lake again.” She pointed to the still, black water.
Frowning, I did. The wind ruffled the water, but under the ripples the image was clear. “That’s her. The Lady of the Lake.” I turned to Yseult, but she had disappeared.
The reflection at my feet was the woman I’d met on the island, who shared her wisdom and lent her strength. A woman with dark hair, green eyes, and great power. Me.
“WILLOW,” Brokk called. I walked to him and hovered my hand over the healing cut on his chest then turned to Leif. The warrior still lay on his back, propped on a stone, but his color had returned. His skin bore the scars of Brokk’s deadly blow. I crumpled next to him. Brokk caught me, while Leif stroked my hair. They remained silent until I sat up.
“The witch is gone?”
“Yseult left, yes.” I told them what she had said.
“We must flee this place soon.” Leif sat up. He looked himself, other than his torn breeches and red-stained skin.
“Not so quickly, brother,” Brokk said. “You must rest.”
“I can travel,” Leif protested, but Brokk shook his head.
“I am drained as well. Let us retreat to a safe place where we can stay the night. Besides, I wish to spend some time strengthening the bond.” And he looked at me with hunger in his eye.
“Ah, yes, brother.” Leif grinned, showing his fangs. “Where shall we rest for the night?”
“I know a place.” I gazed across the water to the small island that had appeared out of the mist.
THE SWIM WAS long and cold, made slower because the warriors carried their packs clear of the water, but we emerged clean of blood. Leif stopped grumbling about the chill when I pointed out we could strip out of our clothes to dry them faster. He and Brokk seemed to like the idea of the three of us lying naked by the fire.
I liked it, too.
“Look at her, brother,” Leif murmured, once the blaze roared high enough to cast a gold light over the water. “Is she not lovely?”
“She is,” Brokk said. “And she is ours.” He tossed another log on the fire and dusted off his hands. “Come here, Willow.”
The firelight played over my breasts and the cleft of my sex as I approached. I swayed towards them, letting my hips dip and swivel with each step, drawing the warriors’ eyes.
“Vixen,” Brokk growled. As soon as I grew close, he grabbed me, his rough hands spanning my waist, his thumbs brushing the bottom of my heavy breasts. I waited, but he spoke no more, just bent and laid his hot mouth over my taut nipple. I fisted my hands in his hair, holding him to my chest as he warmed my flesh.
Is this what you wanted? he whispered in my mind.
“Yes,” I sighed. My head fell back as his fangs scored me lightly, not deep enough to draw blood. His lips soothed the sting away. He repeated this on the other breast. Knees weak, I swayed back into a hard chest. Leif’s arm curved around my waist as he supported me.
“We’re going to claim you this nigh
t.” His tongue touched my ear, traced the sensitive edge. You’ll beg us to fuck you, to keep you, to never let you go.
I arched my head and sought his lips, one hand pulling Brokk to my chest, the other reaching back to pull Leif to my mouth. Leif’s cock probed my bottom, making my cunt ache.
“Here, Willow.” Brokk fell back onto the pelts, and I draped myself over him. Leif followed, kneeling at my back. We moved in a smooth and sinuous dance, swaying together as if we were not three bodies but one.
Brokk’s fingers probed my wet heat. I wasted no time sliding onto his long, fat shaft, biting my lip and murmuring deep in my throat as he settled deep inside me.
“Good lass.” Leif stroked my back.
I had no words. We needed none. Brokk and I kissed as Leif spread my silken fluid over my bottom hole. His smallest finger set me shivering, my mouth opening as the sensation became too much. Brokk studied me.
“You will take us both.” He pinched my nipples, and I clenched on his cock.
“Easy.” Leif steadied me, pushing me over to Brokk so he could tease the crack of my ass. “She’s tight,” he said to Brokk.
“She’ll need to wear the plug more often, to be ready for us.”
I groaned.
“And the metal belt,” Brokk added.
I rocked on his cock, squeezing my inner muscles to distract him from his devious plan.
“She likes it. Don’t try to tell us you don’t, Willow. You just gushed all over my cock.”
“Push against my fingers,” Leif said. He entered me, stretching my tight pucker until I panted with the sensation. My head tossed back and forth. I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move with the thick cock in my cunny and Leif’s three fingers in my arse. When he pulled them out and replaced them with his cock, I whimpered.
“Calm,” Brokk shushed me. “We will not hurt you.”
My breath left in a gust. Leif pushed inside. The two cocks rubbed against my inner folds, an endless loop of sensation.
“Odin’s balls,” Brokk cursed.
“You all right, Willow?” Leif murmured.
My nipples pebbled painfully, my entire being throbbing with readiness. My men filled me, but I wanted more. “Fuck...me.”
Leif responded with a thrust that threw me against Brokk’s chest. The warrior’s arms went around me, holding me still as the redhead fucked my ass with all the fire and intensity he wished. Brokk steadied me, soothed me, cradled me close.
Fangs pricked my neck, another set at my back. With the pain, pleasure sliced through me, a fierce explosion that shook my body and set off my men. One by one, they climaxed, and their pleasure poured through me via the bond. I gasped, drowning, and came undone.
With shouts, the men filled me with their seed. We swapped pleasure back and forth, the bond white-hot as our climaxes struck like lightning.
When we finished, I touched Brokk’s lips, wondering how we still existed. Was it real?
Yes. He kissed my fingertips. It is real. And it is forever.
I feel you, Willow. Leif nuzzled my sweaty neck. I feel you and Brokk both.
Brokk smiled.
A breeze cooled our fevered flesh, and then they began again to strengthen the bond. And when they were done, we slept under the branches of the willow tree bent over us like a mother watching over her child.
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Given to the Berserkers
Claimed by the Berserkers
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Rocky Mountain Rogue
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Captured by the Berserkers
The Complete Berserker Saga
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A Note From Lee Savino
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