Given to the Berserkers: A menage shifter romance (Berserker Saga Book 4)

by Lee Savino

  “Already he is moving among the pack, gaining support,” Wulfgar said, and somehow I knew he was speaking of Siebold. “We must complete the mating bond;the sooner the better. I wish to be able to prove that we are bonded, in case he challenges me.”

  “Surely he won’t challenge ye outright, not after ye beat him.”

  “Not for dominance. But he will make a case that he might be Muriel’s true mate.”

  “Impossible,” Fergus snorted. “That idiot couldn’t bond with a horny goat, not even with a cock up his arse.”

  “You and I know it, but the pack..,”

  “The pack knows it, too.”

  “The pack does not care if Siebold has a chance or not,” Wulfgar continued patiently, “but once he puts the idea in their head, they will wonder if they might have a chance to try to mate with her. They will protest the Games. The Alphas may have no choice but to test our mate bond, and pass Muriel on if it does not hold.”

  “Never,” Fergus said with a curse. “I will kill every last one of them to keep her, or die in the attempt.”

  “As would I. We must make sure it does not come to that.”

  “So we bond with her.” I imagined Fergus shrugging. “She wants us. We want her. What’s to stop us from mating?”

  “She wants you. She still fears me. She has seen me as a monster.”

  “She’ll come around.”

  “Never forget, Fergus, there’s a beast inside us wanting to break free. We must never lose control, even when she comes to know that part of us, and accept it.” Wulfgar paused. “She’s awake.”

  “Muriel?” the door scraped open as he entered the hut. “Open your eyes, sweetheart. ‘Tis time for another meal.”

  He made no mention of what they had been speaking of. My guts were twisting with fear of Siebold’s schemes, but I kept my expression blank.

  “Good morning,” I stretched out on the bed, and the sight of my bare form in the pelts seemed to distract him from my eavesdropping.

  He fell over me, holding himself up with hands on either side of my shoulders and slowly lowering himself atop me. His mouth came to mine and his kiss made me forget all the disturbing things I’d heard.

  “Tis not morning, but late afternoon.”

  “It feels like a new day,” I smiled. “Besides, it can’t be past noon. All I’ve done is eat and sleep.”

  “That is what these first few days are for,” Wulfgar called. “To live together and learn one another.”

  “And fuck,” Fergus added with a grin.

  “We haven’t done that.”

  “Not yet,” but he pushed himself off and helped me up, leading me to the table still laden with food.

  “Come sit with me, little one,” Wulfgar pushed his chair back to make room. “It is my turn to feed you.” With barely a hesitation, I obeyed. With my hands in my lap, I balanced on the giant warrior’s knee, opening my mouth like a little bird for him to place food inside.

  Fergus and Wulfgar chatted about the quality of the meat and mead, and did not speak of Siebold again.

  As food hit my belly and the cobwebs cleared, what they’d spoken of sank in. We had to form a mating bond, and it seemed time was of the essence. I wished I had one of my sister’s to consult with.

  Learn one another, Wulfgar had said. That was my duty.

  “How did you two meet?” I asked at the next pause in conversation.

  “A long time ago,” Fergus said, after he and Wulfgar exchanged amused glances.

  “How old are you?”

  “I was sixteen when I was Changed.”

  Wulfgar grunted dissent. “Fifteen if you were a day.”

  “I was skinny,” Fergus argued. “My master never fed me.” He addressed me again. “A band of Berserkers saw me being beaten. I was a slave.”

  “He stood up to his master, though. Defended a woman and took her place under his master’s fists. I stepped in to stop it,” Wulfgar said.

  “Later that night my master came to do other things, worse things to me, and I fought back. He knifed me, threw me out, and left me for dead. Wulfgar came across my body and Changed me.”

  Noticing Wulfgar’s cup was empty, I lifted the flagon, and at his nod, refilled it. “I thought the Change came by a witch’s curse?”

  “Sometimes, a man bitten by a one of us turns into a monster.”

  “You aren’t monsters,” I defended.

  Pain flashed through Wulfgar’s face. “No?”

  I remembered Wulfgar’s beast,the horror between man and wolf, standing over the mauled form of his enemies, and clutched the flagon to my chest.

  Fergus balanced his chair on its back legs, enthralled with his own tale. “When I woke, I was Changed. I could run as a wolf. Wulfgar taught me to fight, and how to call the beast,” Fergus smiled, and firelight glinted off his white, white teeth. “I made sure my old master never hurt anyone again. Left him lying in a pool of his own blood.”

  Wulfgar cleared his throat. “Perhaps Muriel need not hear the details of your first kill.” Gently, the large warrior pried the flagon from my stone hands.

  Fergus let the chair’s front legs hit the floor with a bump. “Come sit with me, Muriel.”

  This was Fergus, I reminded myself. The friendly young warrior who flirted from the first time he saw me. He proffered his hand; I took it and let him pull me into his lap.

  “Anyway, that is the story on how we came to meet.”

  “Is that when you formed a brother bond?”

  “Not exactly.”

  “Do many warriors bond with one another?”

  “A few. Our Alphas share a brother bond,” Wulfgar went on, “as well as a bond with the whole pack, and now a mating bond with your sister Brenna. The mating bond is the most precious to us, because it is the only thing that allows us to control the beast completely. But, before we met you, the brother bond allowed us to help each other stave off madness. It strengthened over time.”

  “How did your bond form?”

  “A brother bond forms when one wolf saves another,” Fergus said.

  “So you saved his life?” I twined my arms around his neck. His hands traveled up and down my body, and I cared not where they went.

  “I did,” Fergus said. “Many times, I recall.”

  “Truly?” Even though he was a strapping young man, Fergus seemed so slight compared to Wulfgar’s hulking form.

  “Yes,” Fergus seemed annoyed at my surprise. “I lent my strength to him so he could win a challenge. How do ye think he won the Games?”

  “So you lost on purpose?”

  Fergus’ cheeks turned pink, clashing with his hair. Wulfgar laughed outright.

  “The agreement was that I would fall out of the Games early, and hide in the woods, giving aid through the bond we share.”

  “Amazing. Do all bonds work the same?”

  “We do not know. We don’t speak of these private bonds much with the pack.”

  I took a deep breath and asked the question that had been weighing on me. “So how do we form a mating bond?”

  Fergus glanced at Wulfgar, who confirmed with a nod.

  “Wee one, we will show ye…now.”

  I couldn’t help but feel nervous as Fergus lifted me from his lap. He carried me to the bed and set me down to strip off his leather jerkin. The sight of his bare chest, sprinkled with coarse hair, distracted me from my apprehension.

  “Do ye remember how I touched ye?”

  “Yes.”

  “Touch yerself, now. Do it slow, as we like.”

  I nodded and parted my legs.

  “This touch will quicken ye and make ye slick with your honey. It will ease my cock.”

  As I stroked my folds, Fergus tugged off his breeches and knelt on the bed. His hair hung down to his shoulders, brushing the freckled muscles. If I focused on him, I could pretend we were alone, two young lovers exploring each other.

  “Kiss me, sweetheart,” he breathed, and I closed my eyes, win
ding my free hand around him. In the end I lay on my back with Fergus between my splayed legs.

  “You’re beautiful, just as I imagined.”

  I blushed.

  His hands ran over my body to tug my nipples. Cream gushed over my hand at the slight pain.

  “Ye like that? Ye enjoy when I pinch ye?”

  I would’ve denied it, but he did it again and my hips jerked in wanton invitation.

  His expression turned triumphant. “These are mine now,” he squeezed a handful of each breast. “I may never allow ye to wear clothes again.”

  “Fergus—” my protest broke off when he bent and set his mouth over one pink tipped mound, sucking the nipple into his mouth. When he lifted his head my nipple remained peaked and red as a berry.

  I pushed at his shoulder but was helpless to stop him as he subjected the other nipple to the same treatment.

  “Fighting me already?” he murmured against my skin.

  “No, Fergus, I just—”

  His teeth scraped my breast and sensation shot through me, straight to my soaked cunny.

  “Ye like that…”

  “No—”

  “Dinnae deny it.” His fingers found my cleft and pushed mine aside. “You’re wet for me.”

  “Fergus, please—” Pleasure coiled down below, tension tightening between my hips with each stroke of my fingers.

  “Stop.” He caught my wrist and I whimpered as the building sensation dissipated, leaving a fierce ache.

  “Hands above your head, Muriel,” he ordered. “Don’t make me tell ye twice.”

  Eyes wide, I obeyed. My lover seemed to transform, growing larger and broader, his handsome jaw set in a determined expression.

  “Fergus,” Wulfar called in a warning tone.

  “It’s all right, Muriel,” He spoke to me but seemed to be reassuring his warrior brother. “I will never hurt ye.”

  “I know,” I whispered.

  “Keep your hands there, or I’ll tie them down. I want to…explore.”

  Hot breath blew over my skin and it was all I could do to keep my hands where they were. Fergus took his time kissing my breasts, soothing away the lingering pain. I wanted more than anything to touch him, but when I moved my hand, he growled, pinning me.

  Wulfgar loomed over the bed. “Careful,” he told his fellow warrior. “Be sure to keep control.”

  “I will.”

  I caught the pained expression on Wulfgar’s face before Fergus’ hands tightened on my wrists, drawing my attention back to him. His hips dipped and the ridge of his cock brushed my lower lips. I arched up to press against the hard length.

  “That’s it, rock against me,” Fergus ordered.

  I closed my eyes as I obeyed, but still saw Wulfgar’s strained expression in my mind’s eye. Why wasn’t he taking part? Had my nervous inexperience made him uncomfortable?

  My movements stilled. Fergus released one of my wrists and slid a hand between us to check my slit. “You’re wet, but not wet enough.”

  “Let me see to her.” Wulfgar said. A shadow fell over me as he came closer. I did my best not to flinch away.

  Fergus moved, seating himself behind me and cradling me in his lap.

  “What are we doing?” I asked, just as Wulfgar knelt down and propped my legs on his shoulders.

  I squirmed and Fergus’ arms closed around me, holding me still and shackling my wrists with gentle hands.

  “Be still, sweet one. Ye don’t need to know what’s happening. Ye just need to obey.”

  Wulfgar bent forward and hot breath gusted over my secret parts. My lower half jerked.

  The large warrior between my legs started kissing up the tender skin of my inner thighs.

  Fergus restrained me when I would surge up off the bed. Between his arms around me and Wulfgar’s hold on my legs, I was well and truly helpless.

  “She likes being held down,” Wulfgar said, gaze fixed on my swollen folds. “Even as she squirms, her cunny pours forth cream.” Dipping his head, he lapped it up.

  “Oh please.” My head fell back. I couldn’t move, couldn’t do more than beg—and feel. Wulfgar’s tongue lapped up and down my plump lower lips, as if he couldn’t get enough. The softness of his mouth and rasp of his stubble had me twitching with pleasure.

  Fergus reaffirmed his grip, making sure I couldn’t move. Somehow knowing I couldn’t escape made the sensations between my legs more powerful. I could only be still, and feel.

  Wulfgar’s tongue flicked a sensitive spot over and over, until I was moaning.

  Fergus shushed me, palming my breast. “You’re not to cum until I say. Otherwise ye will be punished.”

  “Punished? How?” I managed to gasp out. Wulfgar paused, allowing me to get my thoughts in order. “You speak often of punishing me. I wish to know more.” Fergus seemed to look forward to punishing me. His excitement made me curious.

  “Dinnae tempt me, sweet one. Ye will know, soon enough.”

  Wulfgar returned to his work, sweeping his tongue up my slit and I lost all sense. My hips bucked and writhed but Wulfgar held them fast and my struggles did nothing to budge his large hands. Little shocks ran through me, from the mouth on my cunt to the fingers on my nipples.

  Fergus kept up his savage litany, “Ye willnae cum, ye must hold back. Naughty lassies who take their pleasure without permission get punished.”

  His words made me ache with pleasure, even as I fought to obey. I was a good girl. I had to hold back. My muscles clenched, but that only made me slide closer to the edge. Wulfgar slipped a finger into my fluttering hole, and then another. The slight stretch burned and yet I clamped down on his fingers, longing for more.

  “Please,” I gasped.

  “That’s it. Beg him. Say his name,” Fergus encouraged.

  I directed my pleas to the shaved head at my center. “Wulfgar, please. I can’t….I need…” Pressure mounted in my mind, and I lost the ability to speak.

  Just as I was at the tipping point, almost buried under an avalanche of pleasure, Wulfgar raised his head. To my embarrassment, his face was slick with my juices.

  “She’s ready. It’s time.”

  Fergus scooted out from under me, and I found myself lying under him, looking up into his eager face.

  “I’m gonna fuck ye now,” he said, eyes bright gold. “I’ll go slowly, so I don’t hurt ye.”

  I was already reaching for him, longing for the press of his hard body against mine. His hands slid down my sides, spanning my small waist as he drank in the sight of me.

  “So lovely. I’ve waited for this a long, long time.”

  “Please, Fergus.” I wound my arms around him and he lowered himself. He came into me, the tip of his cock pressing forward with that slow, burning sensation. It hurt and satisfied at the same time. Because Wulfgar had prepared me, I expected the slight discomfort. I wrapped my legs around him and tried to tug him forward.

  “No, lovely. We go slowly. It may hurt.”

  “Please, Fergus, just thrust inside.”

  “Nay, wee one,” he chastened, but pushed forward another half inch anyway. I caught my breath. He paused and let me stretch around him.

  “So large,” I grunted, and caught his delighted expression. He slid out and back in, each time going a bit further. I found myself raising my hips and digging my nails into his back, hanging on for dear life even as I asked for more.

  His cock slid forward and I clenched around him—to keep him in or to shut him out, I did not know.

  With a gasp he slammed forward. A twinge of pain made me go still, but he was moving now, rocking in and out, his cock sliding easily on my juices.

  “Sorry, lass. I couldnae help it. I need ye.”

  I crooned reassurances and tightened my legs around his back, drawing him closer. We stared into each other’s eyes as he thrust, his movements growing easier.

  “Oh, lass, I love the feel of ye.”

  In answer I twined my arms tighter around his shoulders. H
e kissed and sucked on the spot where my shoulder met my neck. Teeth grazed my tender skin just as Fergus swiveled his hips, rubbing against the sensitive place that Wulfgar had licked to life. Pleasure shot through me.

  “Oh,” I cried. My muscles clenched and it was too much for Fergus. He bucked between my legs, calling my name. Cheeks flushed, he pulled out with a shudder.

  “She’s not done,” Wulfgar hovered over the bed, and I remembered he was there, watching us. “Use your thumb. Flick at the nub, there. Light, and fast.”

  “Look at me, Muriel,” Fergus ordered. I held his gaze and the intense light combined with the fluttering touch sent me over the edge. I gasped and flopped like a woman possessed. The men’s satisfied expression told me they were pleased with me.

  Fergus pulled out and I saw a little watery blood on the pelts. Wulfgar came and laid a warm cloth over my center. I blushed, knowing how he’d tasted me intimately.

  “Sore?” he asked.

  I nodded, still shy around this great warrior. He helped me sit up and sip from a horn of water. He was so large, I felt like a mere girl in his arms. His hard length pressed into my bottom, and I wondered what it would feel like to take him inside me. I’d thought Fergus was too large, but my body had stretched around him and in the end, we fitted like we were made for each other. Would it be the same with Wulfgar? A part of me was eager to find out, even as I quailed at the thought. When I rose from his lap, I paused in the circle of his arms. He simply held me, making no move to press himself onto my body. Yet I could tell his cock was ready. He’d watched the whole time, and not taken his release. Had I done something wrong?

  In a small voice, I asked, “What about you? Are you going to…take your pleasure?”

  Wulfgar shook his head. “Not this time, sweet one.” Bending his head, he caught my chin between two rough fingers and gave me a thorough kiss.

  But that was all he took. When Fergus came to pull me into his arms, Wulfgar rose and left the cabin. I frowned but relaxed into my young lover’s hold.

  “So is that it? Are we bonded now?”

  “Why do ye ask? Are ye going to run to the Alphas and ask for a new mate?”

  “No, of course not, I just—”

  He squeezed me close. “I was only teasing ye. You’re stuck with us, whether we bond in a day or in a week.”