by Lee Savino
“But it needs to be soon, right?”
Rolling, Fergus positioned us both on our sides, facing each other. He studied my face.
“Where did you hear that?”
I didn’t want to admit to eavesdropping, so I shrugged. “From my sisters.”
“The sooner the better, but it’s not for ye to worry about. Trust your mates to handle it. Ye just focus on pleasing us.”
I gnawed my lip a moment, and then gave in. “All right. How do I do that?”
A grin spread over his face. “Kiss me, for a start.”
We lay in bed, drinking in one another’s presence. Fergus wooed me softly with long, drugging kisses until I melted into the bed.
A sharp sound outside had me tense. “What’s that?”
“‘Tis only Wulfgar, chopping wood.”
“Is he all right?”
“Of course,” Fergus brushed aside my concerns.
“I had hoped to please him,” I bit my lip.
“Ye will. Ye do,” Fergus said, but he rose, grabbing up his breeches and dressing. “We can go to him, if ye wish.”
“I can’t. I have no dress,” I pointed out, and Fergus lifted his leather jerkin.
“Ye may wear something of mine.”
“But…that will barely cover me.”
“Exactly.”
Rolling my eyes, I slid out of bed and dressed as he wished. The tunic was large on me but barely came to my thighs. There was nothing to stop my new mate from sliding his hand under the leather and gripping my bottom; which is exactly what he did.
I protested, but my nipple hardened, rubbed to points under the heavy fabric.
“Fergus?”
“Yes, my love?”
“When exactly did your bond with Wulfgar form?”
“I helped him kill a warrior.”
My eyes widened. “One of the pack?”
“Yes. The Berserker madness took him. The beast claimed his mind and he never recovered.”
“Does that happen often?”
“Not since ye and your sisters came,” he planted a light kiss on my temple. “Which is why ye are so precious, Muriel. Ye tame the beast. Let it sleep. We’re part wolf, part man, and part pure, raging desire. We call that part the beast.”
“What does the beast desire?”
“Surrender.” He pulled me closer, kneading my bottom. The jerkin rode up to my hips as he put his between mine. I didn’t care, I shamelessly ground myself down on his thigh. His teeth nipped at my ear. “And ye will give us what we want, every time.”
He drew away suddenly and laughed at my bereft look. Even though I was sore between my legs, my body was hot and aroused, ready for more.
“That is why it’s so important ye obey,” he said in a more serious tone.
“Of course I obey,” I huffed. “It’s not like I can fight you.”
A wicked light gleamed in his eyes. “Ye could try.”
Squeezing my hand, Fergus dragged me out of the hut, past Wulfgar. The giant had stripped to his breeches and was using an axe to split wood for us. He turned to watch us go by.
“I’m teaching Muriel to fight,” Fergus called. He brought me to a small clearing and handed me a large branch.
“What am I going to do with this?”
“Hit me.” Fergus practically bounced on his feet. His excitement was contagious.
Dutifully, I gripped the branch and tried to swipe at him. Fergus caught my clumsy blow and backed up a pace. “That’s it. Come at me again, but place your hands further apart on your staff.”
After a few minutes, I was sweating, but my blows were tighter and less unwieldy.
“Does this help our bond?” I asked.
Fergus rolled his eyes. “’Tis fun. Ye worry to much about the bond.”
I bit my tongue before I revealed what I knew and snapped that my worry was for him. That Siebold would take his life. Instead, I drove myself forward with bolder thrusts and parries. Fergus blocked them with his arms, a wide grin on his face.
Wulfgar left his axe to come and watch. “Good work, Muriel. Keep it up and you’ll be better than he is.”
I started to thank him, and Fergus darted in, plucking the branch right out of my hands.
“Hey!”
“Ye put your back to me. First rule. Always remain alert.”
Fergus dropped the branch and danced away. I lunged for my makeshift weapon. Lifting it, I began to advance, altering my steps so I drove Fergus back, straight to where Wulfgar was waiting.
At the last moment, Fergus realized what I was doing and ducked, but not before Wulfgar side swiped him with a giant paw. The duck and feint quickly turned into a brawl between the larger warrior and the younger.
I dropped the branch and backed away. Feet turned to monster’s claws and dug into the ground. Their upper torsos remained human, arms wrapped around each other in a wrestler’s stance.
For such a smaller warrior, Fergus held his own ground. He moved quickly, slipping out of Wulfgar’s hold and dancing around him.
With a roar, Wulfgar lunged, grabbing the smaller wolf around his middle and flinging him to the ground. Fergus hit the grass and rolled, coming up with teeth snapping. His fingers stiffened, his hands growing into large paws tipped with curved claws.
I gave a frightened squeak.
Suddenly, two warriors were looking at me with blazing, feral eyes. I backed away slowly, raising my stick in paltry defense. They strode forward, Fergus knocking my weapon from my hands and Wulfgar scooping me right up, so I hung over his shoulder.
“Our prize,” he growled, and headed back to our hovel.
Inside he set me down. I waited, wringing my hands as they stripped out of their breeches.
Fergus came to me first.
“What—”
His hands, back to looking human, gripped the neck of the jerkin I wore and tore it down the front. I went still, but he just laughed. Stripping the remains of the leather shirt away, he tossed me onto the bed where I scrambled back, breathing hard.
“Calm yourself,” Wulfgar rumbled. “We won’t hurt ye. But we will take what’s ours.”
Fergus came to me and I made myself not flinch away. His fingers touched the center of my legs. “She’s already wet and ready.”
Anger surged through me. I had been frightened, and they were enjoying it. “Wait a minute.” I set a hand against his chest.
“Ye going to fight now, wee one?” Fergus snapped his teeth. I pushed at him, and found myself flat on my back, faced with a wild creature. I stared into golden eyes and the beast stared back.
“Calm yourself, Fergus. Keep control.”
Fergus whined, an animal sound, but he lifted off me. Wulfgar took his place, his eyes were just as bright. His muscles bulged as he held himself over me. Caged thus, I had no desire to fight.
“Please,” I whispered, “I’ll be good.”
Nuzzling at my neck, Wulfgar found a sensitive spot. He sucked hard and I was undone.
Slowly, the warrior made his way down my body. His tongue sought my secret places, I gasped and writhed, but he would not let me up. Instead, he took my wrists and firmly pinned them.
The movement snapped something inside me, and pleasure flooded through me. I panted through my climax.
“Oh, Muriel, you’re perfect,” Fergus groaned. He had his cock sheathed in his hand and was slowly pulling on it.
“Be calm, little one. We will not hurt you.” Wulfgar’s teeth caught the sensitive spot where my neck and shoulder met and nipped, turning my body liquid. When he raised his head, his canines looked sharper. Much sharper.
But when he slid his fingers down to check my folds, I whimpered. I was still sore.
“You’re not ready yet.” Wulfgar backed away. His cock jutted from his body, red and angry.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered. I wanted to roll over and bury my face in the pelts.
“It’s not your fault, little one.” Wulfgar grabbed a pelt and droppe
d it to the floor. “Would you still like to please us?”
I nodded and he pointed to a place at his feet. “Come kneel here.”
Once I did, I looked up at his stiff member. The broad head held a drop of liquid at its tip.
Gathering my hair, Wulfgar drew me closer.
“Lick it,” he ordered. “Lots of tongue. Get it nice and wet.”
I did so, hesitant at first. The flavor was salty but not unpleasant. I ran my tongue up and down his cock, and lapped at the tip until his breath hissed out.
“Grip it in your hand. Gentle.” My hand looked small and delicate against the slick rod. He showed me how to work up and down his length. On a whim I leaned forward and put my mouth over the tip.
“Oh Muriel” It was his turn to groan. I almost smiled at my new-found power. No longer hesitating, I swirled my tongue over the broad head while my hand slid up and down.
Wulfgar’s larger hand closed over mine and he jerked in a faster rhythm that I continued when he took his hand away.
His large sack grew tighter and with my other hand I touched it, fascinated. “Oh, yes. Touch me again. Like that.”
I cupped and fondled him, stopping to wet his cock with my mouth from time to time. He kept his hand in my hair but did not tug or hurt me. His movements were careful, gentle, as if I was as fragile as a flower.
“Do I please you, sir?” I asked in an innocent tone.
Behind us, Fergus cursed loudly, and I knew he’d cum.
“Oh, yes, little one. You please me.” Wulfgar’s eyes glowed.
Closing my mouth over his cock, I sucked hard. My hand sped its movements. I knew he was close when his head fell back and he sighed, no longer able to give orders or do anything but enjoy my ministrations.
“One day we’ll teach ye to take us fully in your mouth,” Fergus said. “We’ll sheath our cocks in your throat and you’ll swallow us down. Do ye like the sound of that?”
My bare cunny was swollen and dripping on the floor. The thought of serving my men set my body tingling.
“Mmhmm,” I hummed over Wulfgar’s cock, answering without removing my mouth. The great warrior cursed.
“You’ll wake us each morning with your mouth,” Fergus continued in a heated whisper. “And once we’ve cum, we’ll give ye pleasure over and over, then leave ye in bed, covered in our seed.”
I moaned at the wanton image. The words filled me with blazing desire, and I wanted nothing more than to be covered in my men's seed.
“Ah, Muriel,” Wulfgar panted. “I’m cumming…soon…”
“Suck him, Muriel, suck him hard.” Fergus bent close to me. “Do your best to please him or you’ll be punished.” His fingers pinched my nipples and the pain made me gasp. The excited sound pushed Wulfgar over the edge.
He spurted over and over onto my bare chest. Reaching down, he rubbed his seed into my skin, leaving a pearly cast.
“Good girl,” he told me. Then I was up, up, lifted and spread out on the bed, and the two men saw to my swollen cunny over and over again.
*
“Why does Wulfgar not fuck me?” I asked Fergus that night. The giant warrior had gone to patrol the woods, leaving us until dawn. For fun, Fergus made a nest of pelts near the hearth, close enough for him to easily roll a log into the fire. We cuddled and kissed for a time, and now I rested on his firm chest, playing with the ruddy hairs and tracing his freckles.
“He is being careful. He has spent a long time learning to control his beast. He doesnae want to hurt ye.”
I frowned. “But how will we bond?”
To my surprise, Fergus leaned down and smacked my bare bottom, lightly, but hard enough to make a smacking sound. “Enough, lass,” he said with mock gruffness. “You’re too worried about the bond. Pester me about it again, and there’ll be consequences.”
I rolled my eyes.
The next thing I knew, Fergus had me up and over his lap.
“Fergus! What are you doing?” I squirmed but he pinned me easily, shifting me so my bum draped right over his legs. He smacked it again and I squawked, though it didn’t hurt at all.
“Punishing ye,” he said, and I could hear the grin in his tone. “This is how wolves discipline their naughty mates.” His hand roamed over my naked flesh, squeezing my plump cheeks.
“It doesn’t hurt very much--Ow!”
His palm connected with my right buttcheek, hard enough to sting. I reared up but didn’t go far, as Fergus pushed me down with a strong hand. “And another to balance ye out.” Another smack rang out and I jerked my hands back to cover my now stinging backside.
My love caught my wrists and held them in the small of my back.
“Enough, Fergus, I’ve learned my lesson.”
“Ah, but now I am enjoying myself.” His free hand went back to massaging my bottom, reducing the sting. He continued like that, alternating his caresses with a light spanking. I whimpered once or twice, but submitted to his ministrations. As the playful punishment went on, my cunny began to pulse with each firm smack. Burying my face in the pelts, I let my legs creep together so Fergus would not see the wetness at their apex.
Of course, Fergus noticed right away.
“What’s this, lass? I think you’re enjoying your discipline as much as me.”
“I am not,” I protested, but his fingers slipped through my secret folds and then showed me the juice collected on them.
“Lying lassies get their bottoms smacked.”
I hung my head. “I only like it because it’s you.” To emphasize this, I wriggled, my stomach giving his cock its own massage.
Fergus chuckled, catching onto my game.
“So if I called Wulfgar back inside to punish ye, it willnae have the same effect?”
I stilled, imagining those giant hands clapping down on my frail buttocks.
“Calm yourself, Muriel. ‘Twas merely joking.” Fergus helped me up, his face serious. “Ye really are afraid of him.”
“I’m not… not really.” I dissembled, but I couldn’t lie to a wolf like I could lie to myself. “He’s just so big. And grand, and important in the pack.”
“He is but a man. Am I not so big and grand to ye?”
I gulped, but Fergus was teasing. “You’re my age, and I always wanted you.”
“And I wanted ye. ‘Tis fate, that we would become lovers and mated for all time.” He swept the hair off my shoulder and gave me a kiss. I leaned into him, pushing closer to find his mouth and straddle him. The hardened lines of his muscled torso looked delicious enough to lick. I started to dip my head, my lips ready to explore, when he drew me back up.
“Promise me ye will give Wulfgar a chance.”
“I am,” I huffed. My cunny throbbed impatiently. “It’s him who stays away from our bed at night. And neither of you will fuck me.”
“We’re waiting until you’re healed.” He pulled me down onto the pelts and swung over me so his face was between my legs and his cock bobbed inches from my mouth.
“What are you doing?”
“Giving ye pleasure. First one to cum serves the other all night.”
“But--” My words died as he lowered his head and covered my mons with his mouth. Hot and ready, I climaxed in mere seconds, and spent the rest of our time in front of the fire with Fergus’ cock in my mouth or cradled between my breasts.
*
A week passed with us living in isolation. During the day we ate, played in the woods, practicing sparring. Most of the fighting or exploring turned into a game of the warriors hunting me down to have their way with me. Each time, they used their mouths to see to my tender folds, but did not fuck me again. Instead, I learned to suck them down to the hilt, just as Fergus told me. The easiest way was lying on the bed, head outstretched to take them all the way down in my throat, while they pinched my nipples.
I enjoyed myself so much, I nearly forgot about the bond.
I woke one night in a tangle of pelts. My men were murmuring to each other again. I
lay very still listening to their echoing voices. Their voices seemed far away, even though they sat not a few feet from me at the table in front of the fire.
“Five days, and she’s still sore. I expected to have fucked my bride at least twenty times by now. Not that I don’t enjoy her wee mouth.”
“Calm yourself, Fergus. She was a virgin and unused to a man’s touch.”
“The magic should’ve helped her heal by now. It would’ve, if we were bonded. Would marking her speed the process?”
“Until we know she’s bonded with us, we dare not mark her. The beast wants to bite her, claim her as ours, but teeth could hurt her unless she shares our ability to heal.”
Fergus blew out a frustrated breath. The sound was louder and more clear than their conversation, but I did not have time to wonder at that.
“I would ask the Alphas for advice,” mused Wulfgar, “but—”
“We dare not, brother. No one in the pack can know.”
“Agreed. We’ll think of something.”
A chair creaked, and Wulfgar said, “I’ll stand watch. Keep her warm, little brother.”
“Are ye sure? Ye can take a turn with her.” I heard the concern in his voice, and felt it in my own breast. Wulfgar had never spent the night in our bed.
“I’m sure,” The door closed, but Wulfgar’s voice didn’t grow any fainter than it already was. “Take care of our little mate.”
A few seconds later, Fergus sank onto the pelts next to me. His arms wrapped around me and he pulled me against his warm weight, and I rolled into him with a sigh.
His touch soothed some of what I’d heard but not much. A week had passed and we still had not bonded. Fergus said not to worry, but I had to do something. They could not hide me away forever, and keep their failed claiming a secret. Eventually the pack would find out. We needed to bond.
Fergus let out a gust of breath. He was already asleep, while I lay awake with thoughts twisting my mind. Both Wulfgar and Fergus already shared a bond. The fault did not lie with them. It lay with me.
I had to fix this. If only I had asked Sabine more questions when I had the chance. I could ask to speak with Brenna now, but then she and the Alphas would know something was wrong.
As the minutes stretched to hours, I lay in the dark, gnawing my lip. There was one person I knew who was neither my sister or pack.