Taken by the Berserkers: A Menage Shifter Romance
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Our minds are linked, Maddox said clearly, though I didn’t hear him with my ears. The mating bond is complete. I know not when it happened.
“I think,” I said. “It was always there. You knew didn’t you?” Maddox’s smile showed his canines. “I heard you from the first. We always had the bond; it was just waiting for me.”
I placed Ragnvald’s hand on my hip before I turned to Maddox. “You would’ve given your life for me.”
Gladly. His hand fisted my hair and released a second later. He found his voice. “I would die a thousand deaths before I hurt you.”
I touched his face in wonder that such a man could exist.
Behind me, Ragnvald stood and pressed himself to my back.
“Stay with us, little witch. It does not have to be forever.”
I smiled and turned so I touched both Maddox and Ragnvald at the same time. “Liar.”
They lifted me between them, every movement in sync. I let them strip me and lay me down, and I touched them as much as I could before they bound my hands behind my back and fetched the whip.
“For leaving us,” Ragnvald said, and held me as Maddox struck my breasts, again and again. I cried out and accepted the pain, feeling the bond between us open wider with each blow. With clever fingers between my folds, Ragnvald drove away the ache with rising pleasure. When my orgasm crested through me, Maddox looped the leather around my neck and pulled me forward, on top of him. His cocked speared me easily, and I rode him with only the wet smacking sound of my arousal between us.
“You realize that you can't go back now,” Maddox’s hands caught my hips with bruising force. “I don't care what Ragnvald says. You try to escape and I will drag you back by your hair.”
“You can try, wolf,” I showed him my teeth. He slammed into me, brutal thrusts that had me crying out. I howled louder when Maddox slowed.
“Still, Sabine.” The men tipped me forward and Ragnvald eased open my nether hole with a finger coated with oil.
“Then we will take you completely, and ruin you for any other,” Ragnvald said, finger fucking my back hole. I felt full, so deliciously full with Maddox still inside. “You will never want to leave.”
Grunting, I pushed back onto his fingers as he added a second, a third, and finally set his cock at my back star. The burn as he pushed in melded with the raw sting in my front. I cried out and their hands cradled me.
“Give us your pain, sweet one,” Ragnvald whispered. As Maddox surged up to kiss me, I felt the bond open further, and the sharp sting disappeared, washed away in the current linking us. As I lay open between them, I felt a gentle throbbing--but I did not know if it hurt or felt good. It grew in intensity and I clawed at Maddox’s shoulder in a panic.
“That’s it. Hold on to me.”
“Yield, Sabine, and take your pleasure.”
They began to move, thrusting in perfect rhythm. A cry started low in my throat as I rocked between them.
“Too much?” one murmured. Maddox. I gripped him closer.
“Please. Faster, harder.”
They obliged and I lost myself in their movements, and drowned in the overwhelming joy I felt in the bond. I was myself and not myself, a rushing tributary into a greater ocean made up of our three souls.
You will not lose yourself, they told me. We will not allow it. You are Sabine, and you are ours.
Say our names, Ragnvald ordered.
I gasped, unable to find my voice.
Maddox surged up and kissed me, and I tasted my own tears.
Not like that, little witch. Speak to us from the heart.
I found the path between us and whispered mind to mind, Maddox. Ragnvald.
Again. Back on earth, they sped their thrusts into my body, and the sensation that had built between us threatened to shatter us into little pieces. I whispered their names over and over, a litany that held me together.
Maddox. Ragnvald.
Mine, the warriors answered, and sank their teeth into my neck. I cried out in happiness, and pleasure exploded in the bond, each achingly perfect moment followed by another, stars in a vast constellation spanning over a new world, a place where I could live forever, with my men.
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“You knew this would happen,” I whispered to Maddox, much, much later, as we lay in each other’s arms. “You knew if you took me, I’d fall in love with you. Admit it, wolf.”
He took my hand and laid over his heart. “Shhh. Rest now, little witch. We’ll argue about it in the morning.”
I fell asleep with his fingers curled inside me.
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A moon later, I stood on the threshold of my new home, built from massive logs hewn by Berserker hands.
“And here is the bed,” Maddox said, leading past the giant stone hearth that made up half of one wall. “We built it ourselves. None of the pack will ever touch it.”
A great tree stood in the center of the lodge. Careful hands had carved a headboard out of the living trunk, and the branches made a canopy. I traced the runes scribed into the bark.
“Does this suit you, little witch?”
Unable to speak, I nodded.
“Then we will leave you to enjoy your new home,” Ragnvald said, and he and his warrior brother exchanged a grin.
Once I’d shown them out, I shut the heavy door--made of logs twice as long and thrice as tall as I was. Leaning against it, I waited.
The knock came a few seconds later, and sounded so loud, it shook my body where I’d pressed against the wood.
With a smile, I opened the door for my two warriors and swept a hand out to invite them inside.
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About the Author
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.