by Lee Savino
“Yes,” I said. “Yes, I want you, but—”
He pulled me to my feet, whipped off my dress and pinned my arms above my head.
“Mine,” he said, eyes gold as he entered me. “Mine.”
“Yours,” I agreed.
His hips slammed against mine. He pushed himself so far inside my body, I felt him in every inch of me. He sped up, pounding into my body until I floated in a haze of pleasure.
He kissed me, roughly, bringing me back to earth. “Sage. Sage, I’m sorry.”
I stroked his shoulders, locking my legs around him. “For what?”
“I—the beast. We were so angry when you put your life at risk. We did not want to risk losing control.” His fingers gripped my thighs, biting in. “You would’ve let yourself be taken by the Corpse King.”
“I wanted to save you.”
“You will not sacrifice yourself for us. Not you. When you have suffered so much.”
“It’s my life.”
“Not anymore.”
“You hurt me. You left.”
“You left us. We told you to stay.”
“I couldn’t watch you die,” I burst out.
He slid inside me again, and moved with slow, punishing thrusts. I held on and gave myself over to pleasure, arching my back to take him deeper.
“Never again.” He said, golden eyes piercing me. “You will never disobey.”
“You will never leave me,” I countered.
“No,” he said. “No. You belong to us. ”
We slept like that, entangled. He woke me the next morning with his mouth between my legs, and had me suck him after. He cleaned the cum off my body, bathing me gently.
“Where’s Rolf?” I asked. My body still floated, sated, but a part of me ached for Rolf.
“Out, scouting. There’s a large group of Berserkers missing. It was my mission to the abbey. Rolf volunteered to scout. I won’t lie to you, my mate. He is wary because of what you did, and it will be sometime before he can forgive you. After so many years, it hurts to love again, and to know we possess something so fragile that might so easily break.”
I pressed my forehead to his. “You will not let me break.”
“You will be punished,” he told me.
My cunny moistened.
He raised his head and sniffed appreciatively. “Ah, Sage. I missed you.” His hand came to the back of my neck. I waited for him to direct me, bend me over, but after a light squeeze, he stepped away, rummaging in a pouch at his side. “More Berserkers have returned. Your friends Laurel and Willow are safe. We will go celebrate. But first,” He held up a plug.
“Must I?”
“Who owns this?” His fingers bit into my bottom.
“You do.”
“That’s right,” he said, and slapped my right bottom cheek. He had me bend and touch my toes, and stretched me with his fingers before sliding the oiled plug home.
“What if he does not want me?” I asked, my cheeks flushed with excitement and humiliation.
“He will. And when he does, you will be ready.”
I felt less trepidation as we approached the same bonfire from the night before. A larger crowd gathered, more barrels of mead stacked to the side. I should’ve looked for my friends, but, instead, my eyes were only for my missing mate.
“There he is,” Thorbjorn turned me with his hands on my hips.
Rolf standing beside a tree, blended into the shadows.
“Go to him,” Thorbjorn murmured, and nudged me forward.
The walk to where he stood was the longest in my life.
Fire flickered across his features. He raised his head, but did not look at me.
I sank to my knees.
“Forgive me,” I whispered.
He didn’t answer, and I bowed my head.
A crackle of leaves, and I knew he must have walked away. I squeezed my eyes shut, too worn out to cry. I bent forward further, wishing the ground would swallow me up. I could pretend I was back in the witch’s cabin, sitting at the warrior’s feet, safe and protected for all time. But it was over. If Rolf rejected me, Thorbjorn should too. They could find another mate, and claim her together.
Gentle hands drew me up. “Sweet one.” Rolf lifted me, but I didn’t dare raise my eyes to him.
“Please forgive me, I will do anything.”
“You do not have to do anything, sweet one,” he said. “You only have to be.”
My chest shuddered with sobs as I rested against him.
“Oh, Sage, do not cry,” Thorbjorn said gruffly. “We can bear anything except your tears.”
A laugh kicked through me.
Rolf rested his forehead against mine. “Why did you risk your life?”
“To save yours.”
His growl rumbled against me.
“You will not disobey again. We will discipline you as long as it takes to learn.” His lips found my ear, and his teeth nipped the lobe.
My nipples tightened.
“Yes, Rolf.”
“You belong to us, Sage.”
“Yes.”
I rocked against him. His length pressed into me, sensation searing between my legs as the short dress I wore rode up to my hips.
He walked me into the forest, where the firelight danced with the shadows.
I kissed his mouth, chin, and cheeks, swept away. When he let me down, I slipped to my knees and pressed my mouth to his cock, a hard bar pressing against his breeches.
“Take me,” I fumbled with his laces. “I am yours. I'll always be yours.”
I drew out his cock and kissed it. He stood over me, allowing me to take him into my mouth, one long slow swallow before he drew me up. Thorbjorn pressed into my back, his hands busy under my dress, finding my breasts.
Only a few trees screened us from the bonfire, but I did not care. These men could take me anywhere and I would welcome it. Let the world see us, and know I belonged to them and they belonged to me.
Rolf lifted me first and slid me down on his pole. Thorbjorn was there, helping support me. He popped the plug out of my bottom. I cried out.
“Not so loud lass. Your friends will hear you. They’ll come to investigate,” Rolf said.
“It doesn’t matter. Your scent, your wetness all over our cocks. Their mates even now are raising their heads, scenting it, they will gather up their women and find the nearest place to lay. The spaewives will all be claimed this night. Their cries will fill this wood.”
As he spoke, Thorbjorn pressed inside. I shouted, soaring. Both cocks rubbed against my secret places, lifting me higher and higher, to a place where there was no thought, only feeling.
I went wild, bucking and clawing as my climax burned through me, wave after wave of blinding pleasure.
My mates were considerate, protecting me from prying eyes with their bodies.
I came down from the heights of my orgasm, and Rolf and Thorbjorn were pumping into me slowly. I started to spiral up again. Their cocks found every sensitive spot inside me, and pushed every thought from my head.
As their movements grew more frenzied, Rolf’s lips found my neck. He sucked, hard, tongue lapping against my pulse. I let my head loll back, offering myself to him.
Then Thorbjorn caught a handful of my hair, and pushed my head out of the way so he could latch onto my other shoulder.
Hard grunting sounds escaped as they both bit down. The pain shot me from pleasure to ecstasy. I screamed, unable to hold myself back. I flew high above my body, looking down at the hard-muscled giants who propped me between them, fucking savagely yet holding me as if I was as precious as pearl.
They came, gripping me tight as they ground their cocks into my body. I climaxed and spasmed around them, milking their orgasms. At some point, their teeth left my skin.
Rolf held me aloft, nuzzling my face until I gave him a kiss. Thorbjorn left a trail of kisses up my neck.
“What was that?” I lifted a shaky hand to the pinched part of my shoulder.
My eyes flew to his. They were gold, but not burning with hunger. The light of the beast was softer, calmer somehow. Sated.
I touched Rolf’s lips.
You can hear me. He smiled under my fingers.
I shook my head. I never believed it would be possible.
Believe it, mate. Rolf angled his head again, brilliant eyes closing as he claimed my lips, pressing, wooing them. My arms wound tight around his neck.
Thorbjorn pulled out of me, bracing my hips. He knelt and planted kisses on the curve of my hips, my backside. Arousal started its fierce climb again, until my hips rocked against Rolf, and his cock hardened inside me. It did not matter that the bonfire and shadowy bodies moving around it was only a few hundred yards away. We were in another world, a world of arousal, a world of our making.
“More,” I gasped, but Thorbjorn stilled my hips.
“Our mate is insatiable. Let us take her back to the lodge and claim her as we should.”
Thorbjorn draped his cloak around my shoulders, but Rolf did not relinquish me, or pull me off his cock, as he walked all the way back to the lodge. Step after step, my head grew heavier, until my body hit the soft bed, and I curled into Rolf’s arms.
“Sleep, sweet one,” Thorbjorn murmured, and then I was gone.
My legs twitched as a stubbled cheek rasped up my thigh. Twin tongues swirled, one caressing the inside of my ankle, the other higher up, tickling under my knee. My nipples drew tight. I gasped and opened my eyes.
Rolf lay between my widespread legs. Thorbjorn sat further down, kissing and sucking my ankle. My fingers dug into the bed as the warriors worshipped my sensitive skin, nibbling and biting gently until Rolf came home to the apex of my legs. Thorbjorn rose and sat near my head, teasing my nipples while his warrior brother probed my tender folds. Rolf’s tongue circled closer to the little golden spot, never getting close enough. I gasped and pleaded, raising my bottom off the bed to offer it to Rolf’s mouth,
Drops of pleasure spread into an ocean, but before the building wave consumed me, Rolf drew his face away.
“We’ve decided your punishment, sweet one.” Thorbjorn said.
“Yes?”
Rolf nuzzled my inner thigh, and I bucked my hips twice, begging.
“Yes.” Rolf sat up and patted his lap. “Come, Sage. Over my knee.”
I practically flung myself there, ignoring their chuckles.
“Do you know why we’re punishing you?”
“Because I disobeyed.”
I lay quiet as he smoothed his hand over my bottom, plumping and priming me for a spanking. I felt safe over his lap. The buzz of my thoughts fell away until there was only his touch.
“Wrong.” His palm cracked down. Sweet pain sang through me, bringing my mind to the present, sharpening my ears to his words. I waited, listening to his breathing. His fingers rubbed the sting away, and I sighed. There was heaven in his touch, and hell.
“Wrong, Sage. We discipline you because you flung yourself headlong into danger, with no regard for your life.”
“But—” He slapped my right bottom cheek, hard, and followed it up with a blow on the left.
“I know you wanted to sacrifice yourself for us. But that is not the way you will serve us.” His fingers slid between my folds. I gave a little mew. I was so wet, so ready, so needy.
“This is how you will serve. Over our lap, in our bed, or on your knees. We will keep you hot and aching for us. Your cries, your pleasure, they all feed the beast.” He let loose a flurry of smacks on my bottom.
“You will not risk your life again,” Rolf ground out. The desperate fear in his voice undid me. His fingers dug into my flesh, and I cried out, my heart cracking and poison seeping out.
“I’m sorry,” I choked out. He spanked me, hard, and I welcomed each blow. I sank into the pain, the warm, ready sting, and peace engulfed me as I surrendered.
I almost didn’t hear Thorbjorn until he knelt near my head, whispering in my ear, “You are precious, our dear, sweet mate. And we will discipline you until you know how perfect, and worthy you are.”
My breath broke from me, shuddering through my body. The spanking continued, his blows hard and light, fast and slow, peppering every inch of my backside and my upper thighs. I clung to his leg, my tears falling like cleansing rain. When he was done, he rocked me in his arms. He put his hand between my legs and stroked until I dangled over the precipice, body rocking, primed to his touch.
“Now,” he set me on my knees and drew himself out. I needed no encouragement. My mouth engulfed his cock, almost choking myself before he pulled me up again.
“No need for that, sweet one. We know you desire us.” Cupping my bottom, he lifted me and set me on his ready cock. I sank slowly, watching inch by delicious inch disappear inside me.
“And me,” Thorbjorn pushed me flush against Rolf’s chest.
I groaned as he slid into my back hole, pressing against my punished bottom. Their cocks reached deep inside me, and I writhed, unable to move, or breathe, or think. Just be.
When they pounded me to completion, I lay on the bed, limp as a plucked flower.
Thorbjorn came with a cloth to clean me. The cool water felt great against my sore folds.
“That wasn’t such a bad punishment,” I said.
“Oh, sweet one. It’s only beginning. We will wake you every morning like that. Then, we will clean you out. You’ll wear the plug for us whenever you are in the lodge, and only the short dress.”
“What if my friends visit?” I squirmed.
“Then you may wear a longer dress, but we’ll redden your bottom and put in a bigger plug. You won’t be able to sit. Your friends will see it and they’ll know. Everyone will know you belong to us.”
We spent the day inside, romping, taking breaks only to let a fellow Berserker come in with a fresh kill—a gift from Knut, in honor of our mating.
“He didn’t come himself?” Thorbjorn raised a brow.
The Berserker lifted his hands. “I’m just the messenger. Knut has a mate—perhaps he is busy with her?”
“More likely he is a coward.” Rolf shut the door behind the visitor. “He knows I want to kill him for not protecting Sage, and sending her alone out among the wolves.”
“I was fine,” I said. “He did it so you would claim me in front of the pack.”
“I would not let you walk out alone, even with a claim,” Rolf grumbled. “And Sage, when you are out, you will not look at any man but us. ‘Tis not seemly for our mate.”
I crossed my arms over my chest. “That is impossible.”
Thorbjorn looked up from the spit he’d made for the meat. “Then you will pay the price.”
My nipples tightened.
“Don’t tell her that,” Rolf snorted. “Then she’ll be smiling at men left and right, just so we’ll spank her—ow!”
He rubbed his arm where I’d whacked him with a piece of kindling.
“Someone needs to be punished now,” Thorbjorn remarked. He hoisted the meat and set it to cook while Rolf stalked me around the fire pit. The scout caught me easily, but after a bout of tickling, he flopped back onto the bed.
“No more fucking, no more punishment. I am tired.”
My mouth dropped open. “You are?”
“Do not look so surprised. We traveled far for the Alphas, and pushed hard so we could rescue your friend.”
“Of course,” I said.
“We cared for you,” Thorbjorn said as he lay down next to Rolf. “Now you can care for us.”
I smiled and finished making the stew, before banking the fire and settling down beside my mates for a nap.
A whimper woke me. I rolled over quickly, before Thorbjorn could stop me. Rolf lay on his back, his head twitching, his face a mask of despair.
“Sage?” Thorbjorn startled awake. His travels must have made him weary, otherwise he would’ve caught me before I crouched next to Rolf as he th
rashed and moaned.
“No,” I said, shaking him. “She cannot have you. You are mine.”
His eyes snapped open, wide with fear. Slowly they focused. “Sage?”
“Rolf,” I held his face in my hands. “Rolf, I’m here. Come back to me, my love.”
“Sage. My mate.” He rubbed his forehead against mine.
“I’m here,” I told him, and kissed him. He drank of me slowly, shyly at first, then boldly slipping his tongue into my mouth, dominating, exploring. We rolled together and he came on top, sliding inside me as if he belonged. He fucked me slowly, with lazy strokes, as I smiled at him with eyes half open. I hooked my leg around his and pulled him so we lay face to face. His hips slowly moved him in and out of me until at last he shuddered with pleasure. Before he could speak, I put my arms around him.
“Go to sleep,” I whispered. “I’m here. No one will take you from me.”
Later, the men took me outside. They showed me where to get water, the stream ran alongside a path. We followed it until it forked, one way heading towards the place of the bonfire. The other kept following the stream.
“Where does this go?” I asked.
“Let’s find out.” Rolf threw an arm around my shoulder, and we climbed higher. Little paths curved off the main one, but the men kept on until we came to a ledge.
“Here, Sage,” Rolf pulled me up beside him. I stayed well away from the edge.
“Look.”
The plain spread out before us. Beyond a certain point the mist drifted in patches.
“The Corpse King is still trying to find you. But there is magic in this place to keep you safe.” I shivered.
“But that is not what we wished to show you,” Thorbjorn rumbled.
“Look there.” Rolf pointed. It took me a moment—at first I only caught the wisp of smoke rising above the green heads of trees. Craning my neck, I saw the brown lines of hewn boards. A building. And there, another.
“All of these are lodges?”
“Yes. That lodge is for Brokk and Leif—who have claimed Willow. And there is Knut—whose mate is your friend Hazel. Ulf and Haakon built their lodge there, and they have claimed Laurel.” He went on naming warriors while I blinked at the many buildings, all built into the woods, private, yet sharing the same stream.