Mastered by the Berserkers (Berserker Brides)

by Lee Savino

  And then he moved away and someone—Jarl—covered my sex with honey again so he could take his turn licking me. His beard scraped up my inner thighs and then his whole face pressed between my legs.

  “No, no,” I cried out and two fingers pushed into my mouth, rubbing honey onto my tongue. By the time they withdrew, only to be replaced by Fenrir’s mouth, I was overcome. Fenrir murmured against my lips and gave me kiss after drugging kiss. I dug my fingers into his hair, gripping him close. He started to kiss down my chin again and I dragged him back. But he caught my wrists and rose over me.

  The warriors rolled me over. They tied my hair back and spread the honey over my back, paying attention to each welt. Then the backs of my legs where the switch had bit my skin.

  And at last they kissed my buttocks, scraping my chastised flesh with their rough beards, then soothing it with their tongues. I squirmed and they held me down. Firm hands gripped and parted my cheeks—they drizzled honey and licked there too. I was panting and pressing myself into the furs, my back arched to offer my aching center to their mouths even as I tried to wriggle away.

  The bed creaked as they rose up over me. Fingers stroked wet folds and I thrashed harder.

  “Please, please,” I said.

  Jarl chuckled. “When I said you would beg, I didn’t know it would be so soon.”

  “Please,” I was shaking when they flipped me over. Fenrir knelt between my legs, body gleaming in the firelight. Without thinking, I reached for him.

  He pinned my wrists and stretched out over me, his weight settling on my needy cunny, just enough to ease the ache. His hair curtained my head as he stopped my mouth with his. I couldn’t move far, but everything in me strained upwards.

  “All right, Juliet. We will give you what you need.” And again he kissed down my body, taking care to swirl his tongue over my sore spots and soothe them. My body shimmered with sensation.

  Fenrir lay his head against my thigh, watching me as he pushed a finger inside my body. My toes curled so hard they cramped.

  “Easy.” Fenrir stroked lightly inside me. “You don’t have to fight for it. Just breathe and take what I give you.” He withdrew his fingers and rose up again so he could grind the heel of his hand against my sopping center. Little sparks of sensation flew up, igniting a firestorm. My spine bowed as pleasure coiled tight, past the breaking point. My legs started to shake uncontrollably.

  Fenrir was still watching me closely. “That’s it. Surrender.”

  My own cries filled my ears and pleasure washed outwards. All the pain I’d felt was swallowed up in the maelstrom. I was tossed and tumbled, helpless in the storm of sensation. My climax shook me in its grip.

  Fenrir pressed down on my sex, grounding me.

  “My turn,” Jarl growled. I barely sensed Fenrir shifting out of the way before I felt Jarl stretched over me. He pinned my wrists the same way Fenrir had. Dropping his knee, he pressed it against my still pulsing center. He rocked slowly over me. I blinked as sparks rose behind my eyes. And as my climax broke over me again, Jarl set his teeth against my neck and scraped them over my pulse, pushing me ever higher.

  7

  Juliet

  I barely remembered the rest of the night. The warriors worked over me, wrung me out with as much pleasure as they’d given me pain. Climax after climax crashed over me. I came so many times, I teetered on the edge of pain again, and begged them to stop.

  “One more,” Fenrir insisted. Jarl held me down and I screamed myself hoarse and Fenrir pulled another round of pleasure from my cunny with his lips and tongue. My orgasm swelled over me, a giant wave rising and rising until it was too large to hold back. It broke over me and I lost my grip on myself. I felt nothing, saw nothing, knew nothing but oblivion.

  I barely roused when they washed me clean with a cloth dipped in heated water. I caught only a few glimpses of my reddened skin before my eyelids were too heavy to prop open. Fenrir rolled my limp body in a fur. The warriors lay down on either side of me and took turns stroking my hair and I surrendered to sleep.

  I woke to weak light across my face. The sun was high enough to delve through the cracks in the makeshift door. I’d slept through the night and into the day beyond.

  Jarl and Fenrir slumbered next to me. I was still curled between them, though the fur had slipped down. We were all naked, but I did not fret. I now wanted to share my nakedness with these men.

  Slowly I rose and slipped out of bed, throwing a fur around my shoulders to keep off the chill. The fire had been built up and fresh wood stacked beside it, the warriors taking care to keep the lodge warm. They’d let me sleep.

  Barefoot, I hastened to drink a little water and relieve myself. At first my limbs were wobbly and felt wrung out, but after a moment I found new strength. My legs and breasts bore disappointingly few marks. Even my buttocks were barely bruised. My cunny had borne the most punishment. It was pink and puffy, but even as I inspected it, it throbbed in anticipation for more.

  The biggest difference was on the inside. My chest was light, my head high. The weight I’d carried was gone. The pain had scoured my insides clean.

  I washed my face and shook out my hair.

  The cold bit at my backside until I wriggled back into bed. The warriors gave no sign that they’d woken. I’d never known them to slumber so deeply. Were they as affected by our night together as I had been?

  In sleep, they seemed less intimidating. I rolled to face Fenrir. A few strands of his hair had caught in his beard and I brushed it back. Fenrir’s long lashes fluttered but he remained still, a slumbering mountain.

  Jarl let out an uneasy grumble and I shifted to face him. His brow was creased so I stroked it gently. The wrinkles smoothed under the pads of my fingertips.

  Emboldened, I did what I’d always wanted to do. I traced the dark outline of his tattoos, following the lines with my finger. On the first pass his eyes slitted open, but he didn’t stop me.

  I examined the swirls down his forearm, then switched to his chest. A rumble under my palm made me snatch my hand back.

  “Don’t stop,” Jarl said in a voice made guttural by sleep. So I didn’t. I stroked the painted skin stretched over his collarbone, and traced the ridges between his muscles. The lower my hand got, the more rapidly his chest rose and fell. His hips shifted and I withdrew, returning to touch his face. He closed his eyes as I brushed my fingertips over his eyebrows. When he opened them, I blinked against the flash of gold.

  “Juliet,” he growled and shifted closer. The hair on the back of my neck prickled. I was seconds away from being pulled under him and ravaged.

  I smiled and rubbed a finger over his bottom lip. He caught the tip of my finger in his teeth. The nip sent a jolt to my core.

  I was close enough to feel his hot breath on my face. “Why did your mother name you ‘Jarl’?”

  He tugged my hand down between us. I felt the rough trail of coarse hair leading from the middle of his chest down, down. I flattened my palm over the hard muscles in his abdomen. He spread his hand over mine, trapping it. “She wanted me to become one.”

  “Become a jarl?”

  “Yes.” He laced his fingers over mine. Slowly, he started to drag both our hands lower.

  He was telling me something important. I better find out what before our hands reached the intended destination.

  I licked my lips and his eyes dropped to my mouth. “Why?”

  “Because the Jarl was my father. But my mother was a slave.”

  I sucked in a breath and let Jarl coax our hands another inch lower. “What happened?”

  “The Jarl didn’t believe I was his son. Or he didn’t care.” He leaned forward suddenly, so his lips were at my ear. “But it didn’t matter because I grew up strong. My mother protected me. She raised me well. Many times she sacrificed her own food to see I didn’t starve. And I grew into a man, bigger and more powerful than my father would ever be.”

  My hand rested in the taut hollow above his hips.
His skin was hot as if a fire burned in his chest. His breath came in gusts and his muscles were hard as stone. But he was still, as if frozen.

  I drew my head back so I could look him in the eye. “Did you kill him?”

  “No.” Regret colored Jarl’s growl. “My half brother, his true son did. But I fought for my rightful position, and gained it. For my mother and myself. You see, Juliet.” His fingers closed around my wrist. “This world belongs to the ones who are strong enough to take it. That is how it is. That is how it always will be.” And he pushed my hand down until his thick cock throbbed against my palm. Coarse hair scored my skin. I gulped, but Jarl did not force me further. He held still and waited.

  “You think to take what you want?” I raised a brow.

  He nodded, but his eyes were wide. I raised my chin and moved the barest inch to kiss his lips. “No.” I smiled at him and curled my fingers around his stiff length. “You cannot take what is given freely.” I leaned back then, enough to see what I was doing and marvel at this huge warrior quivering in the palm of my hand. My own body quickened as I slid my fingers over him, exploring the veins winding around his shaft, the flared head and slit leaking fluid like drops of dew. I freed my other hand so I could better grip him. My fingers wouldn’t reach the whole way around. My thumb played with the tip and came away wet. Without thinking, I raised my thumb to my mouth and sucked it clean.

  Jarl’s entire body jerked. “Juliet,” he groaned and claimed my mouth. His kiss seared through me. I surged against him, pressing my aching breasts against his chest, writhing to stimulate them.

  “Show me,” I begged, breathless. “Show me what pleases you.”

  He rolled me to my back and rose up over me, his cock in hand. As I watched he slowly slid the sheath of his grip up and down until his cock jerked. I sat up and touched the weeping tip, fascinated. I cupped my right hand over his and let my arm move with his.

  “Now you.” He took his hand away and molded mine over his turgid rod. My hand looked small and pale in comparison. As I slid my fingers up and down, the monster swelled larger. I squeezed slightly and Jarl groaned. I dipped my head to lick the salty fluid leaking from the tip and Jarl sputtered curses.

  “Did that hurt?” I asked.

  “No,” Jarl grunted, but his voice sounded pained.

  A chuckle came from Fenrir. The warrior was awake and lying on his back, one arm propped behind his head, the other fisting his long cock. “Do it again, Juliet. It will kill him.”

  I started to loosen my grip and Jarl’s hand covered mine. “Don’t stop.” He moved his hand and mine along with it until I was jacking him faster. His hips thrust raggedly, pushing his cock into my hand. “Ah, Juliet. Keep doing that. Just like that.” The first spurt of seed onto the bed made me jump. Jarl pushed me down and squeezed my hand around his cock so tight it seemed he milked the cum out of himself, onto my bare belly. “Yes,” he murmured, dropping his hand and smearing his essence over my skin, over my collarbone and between my breasts. He offered a finger to my lips until I opened my mouth and tasted him. Bitter salt coated my tongue.

  “Come here, lovely.” Fenrir lay back. I crawled to him and he maneuvered me back. “Lie between my legs.” When I did, he lifted my hair away from my face. “Lick me now. Gently. No teeth.” His cock lay long against his leg. I cupped it in my hand and worked my mouth over it, swirling my tongue over the heated tip. He fisted a hand in my hair, moving my head where he wanted it. I did my best to take his cock, salt and heat filling my mouth and bumping the back of my throat until I choked. Tears came to my eyes and he brushed them away, murmuring comforting things, only to force my head down further as my hands pressed into the bed. “Good girl, that’s it.”

  He lay me back and straddled my chest. His big thighs pinned me down. The muscles strained as his cock bobbed in front of my lips. I took a deep breath and opened for him, letting his cock slide in and out of my mouth. He kept a grip in my hair, fisting tight enough to sting my scalp. I tried to breath and swallow him down as deep as I could.

  I was panting when he drew back and fisted his cock in front of my face until he spilled his seed between my breasts. My chest rose and fell as Fenrir did what Jarl did and spread it over my skin. A baptism of sorts. I was soaked in their essence, coated in it.

  “What do you want, Juliet?” Jarl knelt beside me. His cock still jutted out from the dark nest of hair between his legs. My own cunny throbbed at the sight.

  “You,” I whispered. “I want you.” And I spread my legs wide.

  Jarl shackled my ankle in his big hand. “You are sure you want this?” He tipped me over and smacked my rear cheeks. I squirmed as he and Fenrir knelt on either side of me. They took turns spanking me until the heat flooded my bottom and my sex, then flipped me back over. Fenrir’s body covered me and I reached up to grip his shoulders. “I want you.”

  “If we take you, there’s no going back.” He rocked over me, rubbing his cock against my cunny. I wrapped my legs around his hips, drawing him closer, begging for more. “We will not let you go.”

  “Don’t let me go,” I said. “I’m yours.”

  8

  Jarl

  Juliet lay heaving in the furs. Her small body glimmered with the pearly sheen from our seed. She bore our scent from head to toe. As it should be, the beast whispered, and I agreed.

  Fenrir stretched over her, his cock rubbing against her entrance. Heat flushed our little nun’s cheeks. Her dark curls stuck to her sweaty skin. Between her legs, her skin was dark pink and puffy from all the attention we’d given it. She never looked more beautiful.

  She is small and will find it difficult to take us, Fenrir spoke to me mind to mind.

  I will do it, brother, if you are afraid.

  Fenrir gave me a look and I bared my teeth at him. Heat flooded my body and my skin prickled. Fur rippled down my back and up my arms—the beast, taking over. We needed to fuck our mate, and soon.

  He sat back on his haunches and probed her entrance with his fingers. “So small and tight.”

  Juliet growled, her hips rising. “Do it,” she said.

  Fenrir shuddered. His own control was slipping. “It will hurt, little one.” His voice was guttural, inhuman.

  “I am strong.” Juliet jerked her body down on his fingers.

  In a fluid movement, Fenrir stretched over her again and reached down to open her to accept him. A tremor went through his big body as he entered her. A pause while both Juliet and Fenrir stared down at the thick rod slowly impaling her delicate folds. He retreated and she gripped him harder, her nails drawing blood.

  His face taut with tension, Fenrir nudged at her entrance again.

  “Give it to me,” Juliet ordered.

  “Patience, little one.”

  “No,” she snarled. “I have waited—”

  He snapped his hips forward, shoving his cock inside. She gasped, clawing at his shoulders.

  “Wait,” Fenrir ground out. “Stretch for me. Do you feel that? I’m inside you.”

  Juliet curled into him. Her teeth sought his shoulder and when she couldn’t reach, she scraped her teeth along his chest muscle and bit down. He roared, surging into her. She cried out, her nails scoring his back.

  “Almost there,” he growled.

  “A little pain, and it will never hurt again,” he vowed. He sank his teeth into her left shoulder.

  Juliet screamed and pain sizzled along the edges of my awareness. The ache washed my mind clear. The beast retreated, satisfied. My fangs throbbed in my mouth.

  It is well, brother. You did right. Next it would be my turn. I would hold her small form in my arms and sink into her softness. I will claim her innocence. And I would mark her so no one would wonder who she belonged to.

  ***

  Juliet

  I barely felt when Fenrir left and Jarl took his place above me. My body was open, unfolding like a flower, and it was nothing to widen my legs and accept Jarl into my body. He braced himself with
tattooed arms on either side of my head. As he slid inside, he bent and sank his teeth into my right shoulder, giving me a bite to match Fenrir’s on my opposite side.

  It is done. The voice bloomed deep in my mind. A presence hovering on the edge of my thoughts. Jarl and Fenrir. And beyond them, a dark shape bigger than the sky, a blackness that obliterated everything it touched. The beast. I jerked away and found myself still in the bed on my back, caged by a huge warrior’s body.

  A growl rumbled deep in Jarl’s chest. I clawed at his back, marking him in my own way. My vision filled with the dark whorls and shapes of his inked skin as he worked over me. His chest and abdomen flexed in mesmerizing rhythm. Where the tattoos left off a dark line of hair began, trailing down to the crisp dark nest around his cock. I reached down and touched the place where he joined me. He put his hand over mine and rubbed, finding the place that triggered a white hot burn. Lightning flashed down my legs. I cried out, crashing back into that dark place in my mind where the beast rose up and swallowed me whole. I was consumed, darkness closing over my head. But I felt nothing but pleasure. Climaxes wracked my body. I opened my mouth, but my screams were swallowed by the night.

  Juliet? Fenrir’s voice, and Jarl’s.

  I’m here. Somehow, I was still alive.

  Come back to us.

  I grasped their soothing whispers like a tether and let it drag me back to consciousness. Two worried faces hung over me.

  “I saw it. The beast.”

  “It’s never far. It won’t hurt you.”

  “I know.” Ever since I’d known them, I hadn’t been afraid. I’d always known I was safe. I’d seen the worst of them, the beast, and knew it would do anything to protect me.

  They took turns rutting over me. Again and again, deep into the night. Tingles spread under my skin, reviving my sore body. The magic that made them monsters, making me whole.