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  Berserker Babies

  A Berserker Short Story

  Lee Savino

  Text copyright © 2017 Lee Savino

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  I set out to write a book about Berserker babies, but there’s quite a bit of baby-making. This might because I’m pregnant again, and full of hormones… anyway, you’ve been warned! :) - Lee

  Dedicated to the members of Lee Savino’s Goddess Group on Facebook.

  Contents

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  Berserker Babies

  1. Brenna

  2. Muriel

  3. Brenna

  4. Sabine

  5. Muriel

  6. Sabine

  7. Brenna

  8. Muriel

  Author’s note

  Author’s thanks

  The Complete Berserker Saga

  About the Author

  Also by Lee Savino

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  Berserker Babies

  This short story gives readers a glimpse of their favorite Berserker characters, with two sweet Berserker babies—and lots of baby-making!

  Beauty, joy, and heartbreak greet the Alphas as they defend their home from the Corpse King’s evil spells. The sisters Brenna, Sabine, Muriel, and Fleur fight for the minds and hearts of their mates as the Berserkers rally to face the greatest threat they’ve ever known.

  A note from Lee: This book is a peek into the lives of reader’s favorite Berserker characters, and does not stand alone. First read the Berserker Saga, and/or Rescued by the Berserker (free on all sites), plus the free novellas available for download at my website leesavino.com.

  1

  Brenna

  The silence woke me. I jerked under the pelts, caught for a moment in the void of a dream.

  Where was I? Why was it so quiet?

  “Good morn, love,” Daegan’s rough voice reached my ears.

  Where are the boys?

  “We were up with them all night.”

  I know. I nursed them, I sighed. I started to rise, but Daegan let more of his weight settle atop me. I pushed at his shoulder instead.

  “Where?” I croaked. My voice was rough, the words garbled, and I only use it under duress.

  “I took the cradles out of the chamber. Dinnae worry, they haven’t woken yet.”

  I gripped his arms, feeling off balance.

  “It’s all right,” he soothed. “They’re being well looked after. They’re old enough to go for a bit without their mother.”

  But—

  “Hush,” Daegan said. “You needed the sleep.”

  Slowly, I relaxed. He was right. And I did feel much more rested.

  Thank you.

  “My pleasure, love.” He rubbed his stubbled cheek on my bare shoulder.

  I burrowed deeper into the pelts. The air held a chill, even though it was only late summer.

  “Cold? Let me warm ye.” The pelts lifted and air gusted over my bare skin until Daegan lay atop me. His forearms held most of his weight, but his entire body, lips to toes, pressed against mine. As his body heated me, the long length of his cock grew against my leg.

  When they wake, they’ll be hungry. My breasts were already heavy, milk at the ready. Who is with them? Samuel? I raised my head in hope. I haven’t seen my other mate for several days.

  He’s still atop the mountain. Still searching.

  Then who’s with the boys?

  Sabine and her mates.

  They’re here? This early? I craned my head, but we were alone in the chamber, and I heard nothing. In the cave, there was no outside light to flag the day.

  ‘Tis some time after dawn. The boys wore ye out. I thought it best to let ye sleep.

  And the boys?

  He shrugged. Your sister will bring them when they wake. But it may be awhile. They wore themselves out too.

  I sighed and stroked Daegan’s back. The muscles bunched under my touch, and his cock grew even larger. He rocked his hips against mine.

  I raised a brow.

  My dark-haired mate nuzzled my cheek and shoulder, dropped a kiss to my collarbone. “Ye woke in a mood. I’ll make it better.”

  I grabbed a handful of his hair to pull his head back. Daegan allowed this, but his eyes glittered bright with the magic that made him.

  Where is Samuel? I reached with my mind, but in the past few days, the Alpha had shut himself away from our private bond. There were only shadows and smoke where he would be.

  “Where he always is. Atop the mountain, trying to link with the pack.”

  Are more missing?

  Not more. Not less.

  I blew out a worried breath. Not only for the missing warriors and the women they went to rescue, but the Alpha and my troubled mate.

  Daegan’s hand moved at my breast, drawing my attention back to him. Lines of care wreathed his brow and mouth. The gold light in his eyes made the shadows below them darker.

  I wrapped my arms around my dark-haired mate’s strong body, and hooked a leg over one of his powerful ones. Suddenly I didn’t want to leave this cave, the heat of my mate’s body on mine.

  Deagan’s lips found my ear.

  “Love me,” he whispered. His length pressed into my thigh, and I parted my legs in invitation.

  When he pushed into me, I caught my breath at the sharp stretch. Our lovemaking had become this: stolen moments when our twins are asleep. Gone are the days where I spent hours on the pelt-covered dais, love-making with one or both of my mates.

  Daegan paused, a worried question on his face. But my body was already ripening, responding, readying itself to greet his thick member. I tugged at him and hitched my leg higher, around his waist.

  His rough hand cradled my thigh against him. With one hand planted by my head, he moved over me slowly. My eyelids fluttered as he inched inside, the petals of my sex parted slowly, split by his length. My hands roamed up and down his back, tracing the hard muscles. Dipping his head, Daegan tugged on my lower lip with his teeth.

  Together, the two of us reached for our missing mate, but there was nothing but phantom echoes where Samuel should be. So we found comfort in each other, our bodies rocked faster, my own pleasure rising as Daegan planted himself deep inside me.

  He cupped a breast, playing with a nipple as he studied my face.

  Quickly, I told him. Before the boys wake.

  With a sigh, he fell to hands and knees and rutted hard. I hung on, enjoying the feel of him inside me. My own pleasure was a bare flame, and it would take time to stoke it into the inferno that would consume me. Besides, my mind was fractured, savoring the fierce concentration on Daegan’s face, and aching as I reached for Samuel.

  Daegan grunted and finished just as baby babble filled the hall outside our chambers.

  Daegan. They’re coming.

  My black haired mate moved swiftly, grabbing a robe and helping me wrap in it. His body was bare but for a leather cloth around his hips. As we rose to greet our guests, I couldn’t help admiring the flex of his great muscles, the dark hairs on his powerful chest.

  Berserkers age very slowly. If the witch was right, my own life span will matc
h my mates. But I could spend a century drinking in Daegan’s masculine beauty, and he’ll never fail to stir my secret lust.

  Not so secret. He caught my gaze with a grin. I’m in your mind.

  I touched his lip long enough for him to nip my finger with his teeth, and then our sons arrived.

  Sabine and Maddox entered with a baby each. The twins were born in winter time, and it was now almost fall, but I still thought of them as babes.

  My sister came to me straight away, holding Euan. I held out my arms for my dark-haired son, cooing to him as he turned wide, silent eyes to mine. His brother Jacob cried and thrashed in Maddox’s arms, demanding milk as soon as he saw me.

  “Give me this lad,” Daegan took his fussing son from Maddox, and tossed the boy in the air. I turned away, carrying Euan to my nursing couch as Jacob’s screams became delighted shrieks.

  Sabine followed me. “They just woke. Maddox and I kept the braziers burning hot. I think the warmth helped them sleep.”

  I nodded to her. She had her hands on her hips, frowning at Daegan’s rough treatment of his pudgy son.

  “Jacob’s fine.” Maddox came to her side.

  Sabine shrugged off his touch, sniffing. “I’m just glad you are not holding Euan. You might be tempted to start a baby tossing contest.”

  “I’d win, too. Euan isn’t as heavy as his brother.”

  Sabine scowled. Maddox reached for her again. When she poked him, he grabbed and turned her, holding her back to his front. Brawny arms covered with tattoos wrapped around her slender body, keeping her captive. For all her protests, Sabine didn’t struggle very hard to free herself.

  I half listened to their bickering from my seat by the wall. My mates made me this private corner, well-lit and warmed by the fire. There I tucked Euan against me and opened my robe. He latched quickly, little fist pressing against my breastbone as he ate with intent. He was smaller than his brother, and less likely to cry when he was wet or hungry, so I took care to feed and check him first. Jacob was loud, but easily distracted.

  My sons shared features and characteristics with both my mates. Euan had thick dark hair like Daegan, but was quiet and serious. Jacob was the opposite, happy and wild, and what little hair on his head was fair. Only the goddess knew their true sire. I did not care. They have two fathers. Daegan and Samuel laid claim to them both in equal measure.

  As they did me.

  “Och, you’re a fast bairn.” Daegan was down on the floor with Jacob, lying on a rug to encourage the baby’s intent crawling.

  “He’ll be walking sooner than you think,” Sabine said.

  “He’s already trying.” Daegan’s hands hovered alongside Jacob’s body as the little one pulled himself up to his feet using a pelt hanging over the dais. Jacob took tentative steps around the dais, gripping the edge for balance. “He hates to be still.”

  “I noticed,” Maddox chuckled. “He barely let me hold him.”

  “Where is Ragnvald?” Daegan asked without taking his eyes from his son.

  “Meeting with those who returned from the pack. Any more news from Samuel? Has he found the missing?” Maddox glanced at me hopefully, and I shook my head.

  “He spends day and night atop the mountain, searching for them. The Corpse King’s magic disrupts the bonds,” Daegan said.

  “Is it wise for Samuel to fight him alone?” my sister asked.

  “He is not alone,” Maddox’s arms flexed around his mate. “He has us.”

  Together, Daegan and I reach out with our minds, but Samuel was silent. He placed a wall between us, shunning our support.

  “We need to—” Daegan began, but his son’s happy shrieking interrupted. Jacob stood clutching the pelts on the dais. His crow of triumph ended when the furs shifted under his weight. He lost his hold and landed hard on the floor.

  “Och, lad, you’re all right,” Daegan propped the baby up and tugged at the cloth wrapped around Jacob’s bottom, grimacing at the contents. “I thought I smelled something.”

  “Time for us to leave,” Maddox tugged Sabine out the door as Daegan carried Jacob to the corner to change his soiled wraps.

  “We’ll be back with food,” Sabine called from the hall.

  Jacob screamed as his father changed him.

  “Oh hush, ye wee scunner.” Daegan wrapped him back up quickly, and blew raspberries on his feet to distract him.

  In my lap, Euan finished nursing and pulled himself up to survey the room. His little body relaxed when he saw his brother.

  “Here he comes,” Daegan warned as Jacob sighted me and crawled towards my couch. I set Euan down, my own hands hovered as the brothers approached one another. They touched each other’s faces, as if reassuring themselves. Then Jacob howled with hunger. I scooped him up and set him at my breast, leaving Euan to crawl to his father.

  “Jacob has a good battle cry,” Maddox remarked as he and Sabine entered with plates of food. My stomach growled. Sabine set the meat beside me and I nodded in thanks. My larger son will eat until my milk is gone, and scream for more.

  “I have some meat broth ready.” Sabine sat next to me. “And fennel tea, for you.” She eyed Jacob as he snorted and snuffled at my breast, his hands grasped my robe as if afraid I’d pull away. “Soon he’ll be old enough to eat a little. I’ll start gathering roots. We can cook them until they soften. Carrots, potatoes, those would be best.”

  “Carrots?” Daegan looked horrified. “My son needs meat.”

  Maddox snorted.

  “He’s a baby.” Sabine shook her head.

  A cold wind gusted through the room as Ragnvald entered. The tall Berserker narrowed his eyes, adjusting to the low light of the braziers.

  Maddox rose. “News?”

  “Thorbjorn and Rolf have returned.”

  We breathed a collective sigh.

  “Do they know of the others who were lost?” Daegan asked.

  “No.” Ragnvald fell into a chair. Sabine brought him a horn of mead, and he gulped before continuing. “They consulted a witch and hid from the Corpse King in another world. Their tale is a fantastic one.”

  “That is strange.” Maddox’s brow wrinkled.

  “There are many worlds connected by Yggdrasil,” Ragnvald said.

  “This is good news. If they were delayed, but still returned. I assume they were safe and whole?” Sabine raised a brow. She is often called to provide healing to any of the pack. Broken bones, large gashes that need cleaning—anything the Berserker magic is slow to fix.

  “Safe, whole, and even better.” Ragnvald allowed himself a smile. “They have a mate. She is bonded to them.”

  “So soon?” Sabine asked. She didn’t protest as Ragnvald reached for her and pulled her into his lap.

  “They were caught for some time in the other world. But still. These abbey women are prime and ready for mates.”

  “Spaewives, all of them?” Daegan asked.

  “All but a few of the holy women who guarded them,” Ragnvald nodded.

  “One of the holy women is a spaewife,” Maddox corrected. “She even went into heat. She remains cloistered away, watching the youngest of the abbey women, the one’s too young to mate.”

  “Juliet,” Sabine said. “Her name is Juliet. She has taken vows. She is celibate.”

  “She will not remain so for long,” Ragnvald muttered. Sabine smacked him lightly with the back of hand. Ragnvald caught her wrist, his eyes flared gold at her challenge.

  “You decreed that none of the women would be forced to mate,” my sister argued.

  “The decree stands. But like a Berserker, a spaewife becomes a slave to her desires. The heat is strong, and few are able to withstand it.” Ragnvald smiled broader as Sabine scowled, and pressed a kiss to her palm.

  So Juliet will not be forced to mate? I asked.

  Daegan nodded. “The holy woman remains with the youngest of the rescued women. No Berserker will go near their lodge. Not until the young ones come into their heat.”

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nbsp; “Then what?” Sabine asked.

  Maddox shrugged. “We will hold another round of Games. Not to award the winners, but for the spaewives to see the men compete. Perhaps they will naturally seek their mates.”

  Sabine sniffed. “Or they will seek a vow of celibacy.”

  “There is no fear of that.” Ragnvald’s grin had a touch of fang. “They will not be able to withstand their nature for long. The mating heat conquers us all.” His gaze swept over us. “How is Samuel?”

  “We do not know,” Daegan answered. “He refuses our help. As Alpha, he believes it is his duty to shoulder the burden alone.”

  Maddox shook his head. “That is not good. The Corpse King is too powerful. He has scattered some of our best warriors across the land, and still has strength to assault our safeguards.”

  “He’s attacking?” Sabine raised her voice. “Here?”

  “Almost constantly.” Ragnvald said. “Have you not noticed the cold winds and mist off the mountain?”

  “It is almost autumn,” Sabine said uncertainly.

  “The weather is too harsh for the season. And, early this morning, two hunters ventured off the mountain and were lost for several hours. They described a thick fog, smelling of poison. They survived to return, as did Rolf and Thorbjorn.”

  “We cannot fight the weather,” Maddox grumbled.

  “But we must fight the threat behind it. All of us, not just Samuel.” Ragnvald rubbed a hand over his face. “We need to call the witch.”

  In my lap, Jacob had fallen asleep, worn from his morning adventures. I tucked him close to my warmth and bowed my head to breath in his baby scent.

  Daegan rose and joined me on the couch, Euan peaceful and quiet in his arms. I leaned over and touch my little one’s dark head, mouthing a prayer of protection.