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

by Lee Savino

  Fergus put his whole mouth over my cunny, and swept his lips together. For a moment, he sucked on the very spot he would pierce. Just as I would climax, he took his head away and rose to make ready.

  “Please,” I gasped, my body thrumming with want. “Why are you doing this?”

  “It pleases the beast to have you submit.” Wulfgar resettled me in his lap, widening his legs and mine with them. “It pleases you, too. It is in your nature. So says the witch.”

  I’d forgotten the witch. Yseult stood at the table, a small smile on her lips.

  “Magic always requires sacrifice, Muriel,” she said.

  “What sacrifice?” I asked as Fergus stood and came to me with the needle.

  “You. Your magic requires your submission and your pain. Did I not mention that during our chat?” Yseult sounded bored, but her eyes were fixed on what Fergus’ was doing between my legs.

  The red-headed warrior had knelt again. I flinched as the cool cloth hit my flesh.

  “Once the area is clean, you need to lift away the flesh from the area you will pierce,” Yseult came close to instruct him. Fergus’ tongue poked out a little as he prodded my folds. He and the witch fussed until I thought I might go mad.

  Instead, I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and let myself float. I was no more than a vessel, obedient and ready to be used by my masters.

  “There.”

  The needle pushed through, but instead of a sting, heat poured through me.

  “Now the ring,” Fergus murmured, and it was done. He rose, a broad grin on his face.

  “Well done, Muriel,” Wulfgar said. His fingers stroked my knee. “You did well.”

  “May I see?” the witch asked, and moved only after the warriors gave her leave. She leaned close enough that I felt a puff of warm air on my nethers. “How interesting,” she murmured.

  “What is it?”

  “Usually the piercings take some time to heal. But look, the flesh is no longer red or swollen.”

  “Is there pain, Muriel?” Wulfgar helped me to sit up, where I peered between my parted legs.

  “No.” Desire pulsed through me. Teetering on the edge of a climax, I took care not to touch my skin, only the metal. “It does not hurt.”

  “She’s bonded to us.” Fergus took a handful of my hair and tugged lightly. “She healed quickly. It’s working.”

  “You have our gratitude, witch,” Wulfgar said. “You may leave us, now, but we will not forget this service.”

  I sat exploring the piercings at my nipples. Desire pulsed through me, so strong my hands trembled.

  Fergus came to explore them with me. “The fun of these piercings is that they mark the exact spot where a man should touch.”

  “Will a stranger be touching me?” I asked half in jest. My mates knew my body well enough.

  “Naughty Muriel,” Wulfgar said. “If any man touched you we’d rip off his hand. Your mates are pleased to see you wear this chain for us.”

  “Unless ye want us to share ye with the pack,” Fergus whispered, a wicked light in his eye. “Lead ye before them naked, flog ye until ye cry out for cocks. Blindfold ye and make ye guess who filled ye. Wulfgar and me...or another.”

  “He jests,” Wulfgar growled. The frightening sound reverberated through me, and my body clenched with delicious vibration. “We will not share you. Never.”

  Fergus moved my hands to cup my breasts. I sat there like a statue, offering myself to his touch. The heat that claimed my body at the final piercing built into an inferno.

  “One more thing,” Fergus said. With careful fingers, he threaded a tiny chain through each ring.

  “This represents the bond between us,” he told me. The chain formed a shining silver triangle between my cunny and breasts. “Ye belong to us, and we to ye. We are connected, all three.”

  Gripping the metal links draped between my breast, he tugged lightly, and led me forward with the new leash. I followed with alacrity, lest he pull my nipples.

  Wulfgar shadowed me, his hands hovering at my waist in case I should fall.

  Fergus tugged the chain. Heat suffused my body, pouring through me at three stinging points.

  He released his grip, but my cunny pulsed. Fluid gushed from me, soaking the insides of my thighs.

  “Enough,” Wulfgar said when I started to wobble. “Release her.”

  Fergus did so. Unable to stand any more, I sank to my knees. My whole body was consumed with fire, need burning through me until there was nothing left. I was no longer Muriel, but an empty vessel ready to be filled with pleasure.

  My head craned to look up at my mates. “Please.”

  “That’s it. Beg.”

  I licked my lips. “I need you inside me. Both of you. Together.”

  Shucking his jerkin and leather breeches, Fergus presented me with his cock.

  At the sight, my cunny clenched hard and I moaned.

  “So hot for it,” Fergus murmured.

  “What is going on?” I panted as he advanced, cock bobbing in front of my eager lips. Heat engulfed me, sending a new wave of liquid dripping down my legs. “What is happening to me?”

  Wulfgar wrapped my hair around his hand and drew my head back for a moment. “The mating heat, little one. It has finally claimed you.”

  He gave my hair enough slack to face Fergus’ cock again, but not enough to reach it.

  “Please,” I breathed. “I need you.”

  “As we need you.”

  With his fist in my hair, Wulfgar pushed my head forward as Fergus thrust his hip I needed no encouragement.

  Fergus’ hand caught the chain and jerked it, gently. I groaned and he stepped back with a happy curse.

  “Enough. I don’t want her mouth.”

  “Come Muriel.”

  Eager hands lifted and bore me to the bed where Fergus sat first and had me straddle him.

  I sank down onto his cock, hissing with satisfaction.

  “And now mine,” Wulfgar clamped a hand on the scruff of my neck, pushed me down as he oiled my ass. Thick fingers stretched me and then his cock probed my entrance.

  I started shaking.

  “You will not cum,” Wulfgar said sternly.

  My cunny spasmed around Fergus’ cock even as he gave the order.

  “Please—I cannot wait—”

  “You will, or you won’t cum again for a week. We will keep you in a cage in the corner, and feed you from a bowl on your hands and knees.”

  “Our wee pet,” Fergus grinned. “She already wears a leash.” He took the chain between my breasts and set it between his teeth “She grows wet, hearing us speak of it.” The coarse hair on his chest scraped my soft skin.

  Wulfgar’s cock slid into my ass. I was full, so full, and tight. My men could take me a thousand times and I would never get used to it.

  Wulfgar snapped his hips, slamming me further onto Fergus’ long rod.

  “Oh no,” I gasped.

  “Denying us already?” Fergus jerked his chin up, pulling on the chain.

  I cursed.

  “Naughty one.”

  “Fuck me.” I ordered, doing my best to rock my hips between them, while keeping my upper half still so the chain would not tug my nipples further.

  “No,” Wulfgar rumbled. His hand squeezed the back of my neck until my body went liquid with surrender. “You do not tell us what to do.”

  A whine escaped me, an animal sound. Fergus’ eyes lit at his beast growled low in response.

  They started moving, Fergus thrusting up from below while Wulfgar pounded me from behind.

  Pounded between them, I went limp and surrendered. Satisfaction poured through me.

  Teeth scraped at vulnerable skin at the base of my neck. Fergus reared up and bit my shoulder just as Wulfgar’s canines pierced the other.

  I cried out, writhing as ecstasy whipped through me like lightning, white hot and blinding. My body pulsed around my men’s cocks. Both Fergus and Wulfgar groaned. At once thei
r climaxes hit them, and I was caught in the maelstrom again, bowed between them like a reed before a gale. Curses and hot breath reached my ears, but their hands on my fragile skin were tender. “Muriel,” they repeated my name like a dove greets the dawn, with hope and wonder. I sobbed out the last of my orgasm as they held me and pressed close, their cocks rooted deep inside me as if they wished to live there for all time.

  “I never knew it could be like this,” Fergus panted.

  “Pleasure like this has not been, nor will ever be anywhere but in Muriel’s arms. It is heaven beyond my imagining.”

  At Wulfgar’s awed and humbled tone, I turned my head and kissed him.

  When I drew away, he thumbed wet from my cheek. Tears still leaked from my eyes.

  “I feel you.” I touched my heart, where pleasure still hummed through me. “Is it the bond?”

  “It is,” Wulfgar lay his hand over mine. “It was waiting. All it required was surrender.”

  I touched my shoulders where the wounds had healed to a neat pair of red marks.

  “The pack will see this, and know I am yours. Will they still make Fergus fight?”

  Fergus gripped my other hands. “Ye will not worry about such things. Let your mates take care of ye.”

  “You’re ours. Bond or no, we will never let you go.”

  *

  A weight left my side and I came awake. Wulfgar had risen and started to leave the bed.

  I rolled and caught his arm.

  “Don’t go,” I mumbled. Beside me Fergus snored.

  Wulfgar bent close to whisper. “I’m not, little one. I only go to see to the fire.”

  After building up the blaze, he returned and settled next to me.

  Safe between my two mates, I melted into sleep.

  *

  Voices echoed in my head before I opened my eyes. Fergus sat beside me on the bed, honing a blade. Wulfgar drank a horn by the fire. Neither spoke, yet I heard their voices in my head.

  Watch his left arm, Wulfgar lectured. He favors his right but has been known to feint and deal great blows with his lesser arm.

  I’m more concerned about his followers. They will not face me one by one, the cowards.

  Strike Siebold down and they will scatter like rabbits, Wulfgar’s voice sounded rich and content.

  “How do you do that?” I asked.

  They glanced at me, startled as if they hadn’t known I was awake.

  “Do what, sweetheart?”

  “Speak without your lips moving.”

  “Ye can hear us?” Fergus asked with shock. Wulfgar came to my side and I sat up between them.

  “Yes. I hear you clearly. Well,” I frowned, recalling the echoing voice. “Very faintly, but the words are there.” I frowned. The words sometimes seemed to be only pictures, impressions of feelings. Joy pulsed through me now, its origin the two men sitting beside me.

  “That’s it, Muriel. That is the bond.”

  I blinked at them. I’d been hearing them since the very beginning.

  “Ye have?” Fergus burst out, and I realized I’d spoken my very thought into their minds.

  Yes. I spoke into the path between us.

  “What did you hear, Muriel?”

  “You said that Siebold might try to test our bond. It was one of the first nights we were together.”

  The warriors exchanged a look.

  “You’ve been hearing us all this time,” Wulfgar shook his head. “If we’d known we’d have hidden our thoughts more carefully.”

  “We dinnae want ye to worry. The Alphas gave us counsel to let the bond form on its own.”

  “The bond forms naturally, when there’s love.”

  Love, not fear. The witch had tried to tell me all along.

  “That’s it then,” I reared up, and flung my arms around Fergus. “You do not have to fight Siebold.”

  “Aye, lass,” he accepted my kiss, “I dinnae have to, but I want to.”

  “What? Fergus, you cannot—”

  “I need to do this.” He set me away when I would cling to him. Wulfgar gathered me into his lap.

  “Let your mate do as he needs, Muriel. Have faith in him. The faith of a woman can do wonders to a man’s strength.”

  “I do not wish to see you killed.”

  “I will not be killed.” He tapped my nose, jovial for a man about to fight. “Trust me.”

  *

  I held in my outburst until we were halfway up the mountain. Fergus led the way and Wulfgar walked behind me. I wore a silky dress that left my arms bare and a wreath of white flowers on my head. My hair was unbound.

  My steps slowed when Wulfgar caught me around the hips.

  “Are your legs weary, Muriel?”

  “No.” But I couldn’t make them move.

  Fergus grinned back at me. “Do ye wish me to carry ye over my shoulder? ‘Twill be a fine sight, but it might muss your wee crown.” He plucked a flower from my headdress. I swatted him halfheartedly.

  “What’s wrong, Muriel?”

  “I fear for you.”

  Wulfgar wrapped his arm around my waist and lifted me, carrying me off the path into the forest. Once there, he set me down in front of a lichen-covered boulder. “Place your hands on the rock, Muriel.”

  “What—”

  He tipped me forward. Before I could protest, my dress was up at my waist and he’d swatted my bottom.

  “Ow!”

  “Hands,” he ordered, and when I obeyed, “now bend at the waist and spread your legs. Feet wide. Wider.”

  “Good lass.” Fergus approached holding up the plug for my bottom. “We wondered when ye would speak up in fear. If you’d waited much longer, we would have had to put the plug in before the whole pack. Don’t worry, we will find a way to distract your troubled mind.”

  I sighed but let him twist the plug into my bottom.

  “There.” They let me rise and pull my dress back down. I pressed my legs together. My juices already began to drip.

  “Must I wear the plug?”

  “You must. “Tis good for ye to remember your submission to your mates. Trust me, lass. After the fight, I will be the one to take it out.”

  I crossed my arms over my chest, where the metal of my piercings showed through the thin fabric of my gown.

  “Are you sure I can go before the pack like this?”

  “Ye are our mate, and beautiful. It does the pack good to see it. Besides, we are your mates, and none dare challenge us.”

  “Siebold dared,” I grumbled, but let Fergus tug my hands down.

  “After today, no one will.”

  “Though your scent will make them mad with wanting,” Wulfgar said.

  “What?” I hadn’t even thought about my scent.

  “Be at ease,” Fergus said. “He only jests. Poorly.” And the red-head stuck out his tongue at the giant.

  “Put that thing away, or I’ll tear it out,” Wulfgar threatened.

  “You willnae. Muriel will miss it too much. She enjoyed it quite a few times last night.”

  I gasped. “Fergus!”

  “’Tis true.”

  As we grew close, our joking mood fell away.

  The entire pack waited for us at the top of the mountain.

  An unearthly wind blew through the clearing, lifting my hair away from my shoulders. The whole pack could see the small claiming scars on my neck.

  I forced myself to keep from hunching or crossing my arms over the bare shelf of chest that showed my cleavage.

  Let us help you. My mates spoke into my mind in eerie unison, and both took one of my hands in theirs.

  We walked side by side to the center of the circle.

  Samuel waited on his throne, and Daegan standing beside.

  Siebold also waited with a knot of warriors at his back.

  “Well met, Muriel of Alba,” he said to me.

  Why does he speak to me?

  He insults us by not acknowledging us, your mates.

  Raising my
chin, I looked the bully straight in the eye.

  His widened. “You dare look at me?”

  “Yes,” I said. “I do. You could challenge me if you like. Here are my champions.” I nodded to the grim warriors on either side of me.

  My mates hands tightened on mine, but they didn’t chastise me.

  “One of your champions is the smallest and weakest of the pack.”

  Fergus tugged me to face him. “I am small,” he told me, “but I am fast, and I have my wits, and the strength of my warrior brother. Do I have your favor.”

  “Yes.” I rose to tiptoe and touched his lips with mine.

  “Remember. Tonight, I am the one who removes the plug.”

  I flushed. There were many pairs of ears in the clearing, and all of them had heard Fergus’ promise. He could’ve chosen to speak to me via the bond.

  Where’s the fun in that? He tugged my hair and strode into the middle of the wolves.

  “I’m ready, Alphas.”

  Siebold still stared at me. I now ignored him, still as a statue even when the cold wind picked up and raised goosebumps on my bare arms. Wulfgar wrapped the great fur cloak he wore around my shoulders.

  “Enough,” Wulfgar growled. “No more looking at my mate.”

  “I just wanted to ask her how she fared last night, lying with a murderer.”

  “We are all murderers, Siebold.” Wulfgar’s finger brushed my cheek. “Muriel has forgiven me.”

  “She does not know who you truly are.”

  “I do, my love,” I spoke to Wulfgar, who bent down so our foreheads almost touched. Though I whispered the next words, I knew the entire pack heard us. “I am bonded to you and I know you will never hurt me.” I smoothed a hand over his close shaven head and rested my hand on the back of his neck. “Siebold is jealous because no woman would ever choose him over you.”

  Wulfgar grinned and winked at me before he raised his head. “Do you hear that, Siebold?”

  The blond bully snarled.

  “If not, I’ll tell him again,” I raised my voice. “You’re a monster, Siebold. A good thing you never had a chance of winning the Games. Any woman would throw herself off the mountain before she lay with you.”

  “You’ll pay for that. Like the whore who chose him over me. It was the last decision she ever made.”