by Lee Savino
“Try this,” Haakon picked up a long handled bread paddle. As soon as it cracked against my bottom I shouted loud enough to bring everyone on the mountain running.
“Such sweetness,” Haakon said, dipping his fingers into my cunny. I moaned.
“Try it on this,” Ulf said.
“A carrot? What do you think I am, a rabbit?”
“Suit yourself,” Ulf said, and slid the cold, hard object inside me. The gag muffled my outraged shouts as he twisted it around, stimulating every part of my opening.
“See,” he said, after fucking me with the carrot and withdrawing it. “Tastes sweet.”
“Let me try.” Haakon’s mischievous tone made me stiffen. He was up to something, but I could only lie here and take it.
A second later oil poured over the cleft of my bottom. All my wriggling couldn’t encourage the knots holding me to budge. A finger delved between my slippery cheeks, testing and rimming my back hole before another unyielding object—I could only assume the carrot—took its place. The tip slid in, my tight rosebud stretching with unnatural sensation as the carrot tapered wider. It didn’t hurt. I felt strange, and full. Arousal fluttered in my belly even as I kicked and shrieked and protested.
“Careful, honey,” Ulf curled his arm around me. “I don’t want these ropes to mark you.”
“Honey. Now that’s a good idea. Is there any about?” Leaving the carrot in my asshole, Haakon went on the hunt.
“Say you’ll yield,” Ulf whispered, stroking my hair, “And your punishment will be over.”
“Nuh-uh,” I tossed my head, snarling at him. I was done being a good girl.
“Suit yourself,” he moved and Haakon took his place.
“Do you like having your bottom stuffed?”
I bared my teeth at him. He just laughed. “You better get used to it. We’re having a plug made. You’ll wear it whenever we see fit, all day while you make your fancy cakes. We’ll have you bend over and show it to us whenever we please.” He leaned in close. “And when we take it out, we’ll replace it with our cocks.”
A whimper escaped. He patted my bottom, twisting the carrot in further. “Soon you’ll beg us to fill you in this way. You’ll see.”
Already my arousal crashed over me, fierce waves of desire. But when Ulf and Haakon lifted me by the rope harness and flipped me over, baring my body to them, I saw the hunger in their eyes. And when Haakon lifted the honey comb and let the sweet stuff drizzle on my bound breasts, need swelled within me, stealing my thought, taking my breath away. Two hot mouths closed over my breasts, licking and sucking my nipples to peaks. I writhed in the ropes, my desire ballooning because I couldn’t move to express it. Endless whimpers escaped me. If I could speak I would’ve been saying, “Please.”
“So sweet.” Haakon turned me so he stood between my legs. His mouth fastened onto my leaking cunny, swirling around my pleasure spot until lights exploded behind my eyes. I bit down on the rope as my climax roared through me.
The next instant I sprawled out on the table as Ulf sliced through the ropes and let them fall away.
“Please,” I begged. “Take me.”
“Little love,” Haakon climbed onto the table to kneel between my legs. “We thought you’d never ask.” Pausing only to pull out the carrot, he caught my legs behind my knees to lift them, and impaled me. My head fell back as my wet heat engulfed him.
“Me as well.” Ulf stood at the table end, his cock at the perfect height for my mouth. I sucked him inside. He plucked at my nipples, sending heat spiraling through me. Haakon moved between my legs, his thrusts rocking me onto Ulf’s cock.
Then I was yanked upright, pulled free as the trestle table crashed to the ground. Ulf held me safe, and Haakon had sprung away just in time. The large slab of wood hit its twin, knocking it over too.
When the dust settled, Haakon’s laugh rang around the room.
“You broke my tables,” I gasped. The kitchen was a mess—I’d thrown every pot and hard apple I could grab, and my mates had shielded themselves with trays. And now the great, sturdy tables lay askew, knocked over by my mate’s hard thrusting.
Good thing I’d put the honey cakes on the counter.
“Are you hurt?”
I shook my head.
“We’ll clean the mess and put this place to rights,” Haakon assured me.
“Later,” Ulf growled, catching my arm. “We aren’t done.” He drew me to the hearth. “Put your hands on the stone.”
I folded in half, taking the position that bared my vulnerable backside to them. I waited a few breaths, and looked back. Ulf and Haakon hadn’t moved, couldn’t tear their eyes off me. Smiling, I waved my arse in the air until Ulf snapped out of trance.
“Oil,” he said, and when I pointed, told me to turn back around.
“Breathe,” Haakon instructed, coming to lay a soothing hand on my back.
Oil spilled liberally over my bottom and cleft. I tried not to squirm as Ulf slicked his fingers and twisted one, then two into my bottom hole, stretching me.
“Brace yourself and open to me,” Ulf ordered.
“Breathe,” Haakon repeated.
I splayed my hands on the grey stone, and tried to do what my stern mate wished. He scooted my legs further apart, and grasped my hips to pulled them higher. His rod brushed my back hole. I tensed.
“Not like that. Open to me.”
Haakon sat beside me, stroking himself. His cock waved close to my face as Ulf’s breached my asshole, stretching the tight ring of muscle. With the oil, it slid forward easily, burning a little. Ulf alternately pushed and withdrew, making his way. My cunny pulsed as he filled the most intimate part of me.
“How is it?” Haakon asked him.
A gasp from Ulf.
“That good?” Haakon winked and gave me his dimple.
Ulf pulled out and stroked my back, giving me a rest. “So sweet, to give yourself fully to us.”
I reached back and touched the iron muscle in his leg. He was so strong, to be so gentle. Curving my back, I arched my head back. “Take me.”
Curses fell from his lips as he pushed in fully. My cunny gushed when Ulf’s cock was seated in the depths of my bowels. His hand came round to stroke me and my legs shook.
“Oh no.” I denied the dark sensation. I could not climax from this.
“Yes, Laurel. Submit to us. Submit to your mates.”
His fingers pushed me higher until my knees gave out and he fully supported me. Haakon watched with bright eyes, his laughter gone and replaced by pure hunger.
A log popped and sent spark showering close to my face and I cried out. Instantly, I was up in Ulf’s arms, one strong forearm across my belly. The other hand slid to cup my throat.
“Don’t worry. I’ve got you. I’ve always got you.”
Haakon moved before me, blocking my view of the fire. His hands cupped my breasts, plucked my nipples before dipping between my legs to rub my sweet spot again. Ulf held me captive, and between Haakon’s skilled fingers and Ulf’s powerful hand cradling my pulse, I climbed the heights of pleasure again.
Just before I tipped over, Haakon took his hands away.
Ulf tightened his hold. “Now, brother.”
Haakon cocked a leg on the hearth and guided himself into my sopping wet heat. He slid in slowly, filling me inch by scant inch, holding my eyes the whole time.
“Wait for it,” Ulf ordered, and I fought back my orgasm until both men were joined to me, touching the deepest parts of me, overwhelming me with sensation.
On the edge of orgasm, my body held its breath. Haakon began to thrust.
Now, Ulf’s voice reverberated through my mind, filling the last part of me. Haakon’s cry joined his. I broke on their cocks, shuddering with pleasure, only their strong arms, the press of their skin against mine kept me from shattering.
Teeth pierced my neck. Haakon reared his head back, canines flashing, and snapped down onto my shoulder. The twin bites of pain made me explod
e with pleasure. The men never stopped thrusting.
Mine, their voices echoed in my head. Ours. Now and forever.
I added my own hoarse cry, undulating between them, tossed to and fro in a storm of sensation. My body cracked and splintered, all that I was pouring out. But it didn’t disappear. I was not destroyed. Somehow, I was more.
Ulf and Haakon slammed into me, touching my very core. I swam in their arms, dizzy, happy, spent, as they cursed through their climax. The sore points on my shoulders tingled. Somehow I knew the bites would heal quickly, but I’d always bear a scar. A mark. Proof I was owned.
Laurel. Haakon’s lips found mine. I clutched at him with my left arm, sliding a hand back to Ulf. My right hand brushed the harsh ridge of his scar, and he jerked back, sliding from my body and setting me on the floor. Ulf still was not comfortable around me. No matter. I was Laurel, mate of the Berserkers. Fully myself, unwilling to hide. I’d shine my love on him until there was nothing ugly left, only Ulf.
Are you ready for us to take you to bed? Haakon’s voice filled my mind.
My head snapped around.
“What is it, lass?”
“I heard you,” I breathed. “Inside my head.”
Yes, little love. ‘Tis the bond. Come, lass. It’s time we had you in our home.
“Wait.” I tugged from his hold. “The boar, the honey cakes. I was to bring this food to the feast.”
“We sent word we were claiming you,” Ulf said. “Tonight, the pack can cook their own feast.”
“I’ll eat the boar,” Haakon offered. “And you like honey cakes.”
My mouth fell open. “There are hundreds of them.”
“Yes, well,” Haakon came up behind me, squeezing my breasts. “You will need all this food to have the stamina to satisfy your mates.”
Much later, when they’d showed me the rest of the lodge, particularly the bed, I lay swirling my fingers over Haakon’s chest. He smiled even in sleep, his dimple winking at me.
“How was he when you found him?” I asked Ulf.
“Unconscious. At first I was afraid he’d done more damage to his back. But the healing had gone well. He just needed food and water. He’ll heal faster now, with the bond between us complete.”
I pondered this. There was much I did not understand about the mating bond. Tomorrow, I would ask my friends.
Beside me, Ulf let out a long sigh. I bit my lip.
“What is it, Laurel?” he said without opening his eyes.
I jumped at his voice.
After all this time, do you still fear me? As our minds connected, I felt his wistful longing.
“Of course not.” But a part of me still cringed.
“Tell me, little one.”
“Are you angry with me… for the fire?”
“No.” He rolled towards me, settling his large body over mine. His muscled arms held him aloft. His hands rested on either side of my face, his thumbs brushing my jaw. In a cocoon of his heat and his attention, I couldn’t hide. My heart cracked a little, pain pouring into the bond between us.
“You left me,” I whispered. Silently I shared every cringe, every cold moment I felt on the mountain when the Berserkers and my friends made it clear I’d been abandoned by my mates.
He didn’t answer, just stroked my hair back from my cheeks. “So lovely,” he murmured. “A woman like you can have any man she wanted.”
“Not any man. The one I wanted renounced his claim on me.”
His eyes closed. “I thought only to set you free.”
Anger flashed through me. “You didn’t have the right—”
“I’m ugly.” He said it without wincing, but I felt it deep in his heart just the same. His body hovered so close, but it took all my courage to touch him.
“To me you are the most handsome of men,” I whispered, my fingertips light on his chest.
His gaze slid away. But for once, he forgot to turn the unmarred side of his face to me. I studied the rough web of skin that made up his cheek, sunken below his eye. And I knew what to say.
“I would not love you as much without your scars.” I opened myself to him via the bond, so he would know every word was true.
“You pity—”
I put a finger to his lips. “You saved me. You and Haakon both... but you walked through fire for me, knowing what it’s like to be burned.”
He met my gaze. Scarred and handsome, fierce and gentle. My mate.
“None of the Berserkers who courted me could even compare.”
Ulf clutched me, a growl deep in his chest.
“But I couldn’t even think of them, not when I had the bravest man on the Earth lay claim to me. Even if you’d returned without Haakon, I wouldn’t have been able to rest until I’d claimed you.”
Mate. He gripped the back of my neck, holding me still for his lips. It wasn’t a kiss, it was a plunder. He took and took, and I tipped my head back and gave, for I had endless love to give.
He rolled off me, and I tucked into his side, face to face.
No more hiding. I touched his scarred cheek.
Never again. He took my promise as I took his.
I snuggled into him as Haakon began to snore. I hope our children will be like you.
Ulf stiffened. “Children,” he whispered.
“Yes.” I clung to him, not daring to ask whether he wanted a child.
“They will not be burned,” he said in wonder. “They will have my face, but none of my scars.”
I bit my lip, blinking back tears at his awe. I gripped his shoulder fiercely. “I don't care how they look, as long as they have your courage. I want their heart as big as their father’s.”
“And their mother’s.” He twined his hand with mine.
I pressed into him. “You will teach them to be brave, Ulf.”
“We both will.” He kissed my hair, and with that final promise, we joined Haakon in sleep.
Nine months later, my son Ulfarr, a spitting image of his father, was born.
THE END
Author’s Note
When I was eight, my parents moved my family several hundred miles away to escape an insular religious community that had turned cultish. Although my mom and dad never adhered to the strict and backwards doctrine around sex and relationships, my young self absorbed a lot of it. I was twenty-four before I started to question what I believed. Reading romance and erotica became a safe way for me to explore my desires and preferences, and because I tend to write what I read, my interest turned into a career.
I’m so grateful to all of you who enjoy the Berserkers. These books are my form of therapy, and there are many more to come! Email me at [email protected] if you want me write more about the Berserker babies.
About the Author
Lee Savino is a USA today bestselling author. She’s also a mom and a choco-holic. She’s written a bunch of books—all of them are “smexy” romance. Smexy, as in “smart and sexy.”
She hopes you liked this book.
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