Captured by the Berserkers: A menage shifter romance (Berserker Brides Book 2) Read online

  She is not ready, I said. We must be gentle.

  “Willow, I have another gift for you.”

  “What is it?” she asked and touched the polished wooden piece Brokk held out to her.

  “It goes in your arse,” Brokk said.

  She flushed and jerked her hand back.

  I glared at him. You could be kinder.

  Why, Leif?” he said out loud. “Don’t you prefer when I am harsh? I train her to our will, but when the discipline is over, she runs into your arms so she cares for you, but not for me. I think this is your plan.”

  Willow’s gaze darted between us, lines creasing her forehead.

  “Fool.” My voice sounded choked, guttural. Brokk had to realize I grew close to losing control. I clenched my fists and fought to keep my wits about me. Already my fingernails lengthened, curving into claws, and magic tingled up my spine, ready for the Change. “You’re the one who chooses to be rude. You’re the one who pushes us away.”

  Brokk turned his back. “Come, Willow. It is time to test your devotion to us.”

  “Brother, be gentle with her.”

  Be silent. You wanted me back, I am here. You will stand aside while I bring her to the gates of ecstasy, and beyond. His hand dropped to her bottom and squeezed it through the dress. The woman’s sound of breathy surprise made my cock harden.

  She wants this. She wants my dominance. It is I who sate her, not you.

  My vision goes dark for a moment, fur sprouting from my arms as the magic takes hold. I push back against the wall, fighting for the upper hand. We are to be equals in this, Brokk.

  Equals? I am not the one who cannot rule my beast. Perhaps I should take her far from here and leave you, the lonely king of the ruined keep.

  I snarled and laughed from the shadows. Brokk pushed Willow forward and whirled to face me. His axe sliced up towards me. I ducked and caught his arm. The two of us grappled, equally matched in height, weight, and strength. A fight between us would not go well, and we both knew this. We glared at each other, locked in a tense embrace.

  “Stop,” Willow shouted. “Both of you, stop.” Her voice rang out, a slight tremor in her words. “Don’t fight.” She stepped close, acting braver than I liked.

  “Be off with you, lass,” I grunted. “’Tis dangerous.”

  “You won’t hurt me,” she snapped.

  After a breath, Brokk and I released each other and stepped back. Willow moved between us.

  “What is it you want from me?” she asked Brokk.

  “Everything. Your submission. Your cries, your pleas, your will bent to mine.”

  “To us,” I corrected.

  She nodded. “Very well.”

  “Lass—”

  “I’m fine, Leif.” She held out her hand for the plug. “I’ll do it.”

  WILLOW

  “I will do it.” I repeated.

  “Go to the furs,” Brokk said, without taking his eyes off Leif. “Strip and kneel on the blanket. All fours.”

  “Arse in the air,” Leif added.

  Both warriors eased their stance a little but didn’t take their eyes away from the other, their warrior training too ingrained for them to ignore a present threat. I gulped but hurried to do Brokk’s bidding. It seemed my obedience was the only thing keeping them from tearing each other apart.

  My heart thumped. What had made them fight? What would happen to me if they became enemies? Did Brokk realize his answer when I asked what he wanted of me matched Leif’s? Everything, they’d said. These men wanted everything I had to give. They would accept nothing less. They would require nothing more.

  I laid aside the beautiful garments they had given me, shivering with anticipation. My flesh glowed in the moonlight as I crossed the keep. Was I pretty enough for them? A prickle up my spine told me they watched me, and when I risked a glance back at them, it seemed they could not tear their gaze away. Their golden eyes shone with that eldritch light.

  Kneeling, I settled into position, pushing my bottom into the air.

  “Good girl,” Brokk said, and I quivered with pleasure just from his approval.

  I chewed my lip as I waited with haunches exposed, knees cushioned by the pelt. My hair fell over my face, until one of the warriors knelt beside me and tucked it back. Leif. His face had lost the strain of the past few moments, but he didn’t seem his jovial, joking self. He ran a thumb over my lips. I closed my lips over it, sucking as I’d pleasured his cock the night before. His gaze turned heated, and one corner of his mouth turned up in a smile by the time he took his hand away. I relaxed further. It frightened me more than I wanted to admit when the rage had taken over his charming face. Brokk, I expected to be stern, standoffish. I’d thought I’d broken through his armor, but their fight shook me.

  Perhaps I did have something to give these warriors. My sweetness and surrender and acceptance of whatever they would do. So far, every experience they brought me gave me great pleasure. I trusted them. They had not failed me yet.

  Brokk’s hand gusted over my backside.

  “Lovely,” he murmured.

  “We have no oil to ease the plug’s passage,” Leif said. “What will you use?”

  “Her own juices.” Brokk’s fingers touched between my legs. He stroked my puffy lower lips. “Did you wear the belt all afternoon?”

  “Yes, Brokk,” I told him.

  “Did it make you feel owned, Willow? Did you ache and think of me?”

  “Yes.” My head hung lower. With the belt locked around my loins, every time my cunny throbbed in pleasure, I remembered them putting their creation on me, guarding my sex from anyone’s touch but their own. And, every time I thought of it, I ached all over again.

  “Leif is lenient. He freed you after a few hours. I would have you wear it all day and all night. Touching you would be my privilege, and mine alone. I’d remove the belt to clean and inspect you, and each time, I’d heat the water and run the cloth over every inch of your skin. When I washed between your legs, I would take care, and go ever so slowly. And if you came, you would be punished.” He pinched one of my lips, and I sucked back my squeal. His voice was hushed, reverent, as if he’d slipped into a trance. I did not want to break the spell.

  “So wet, so ready,” Brokk continued. “There’s plenty of honey here to use to penetrate your bottom.”

  “Get on with it, then,” Leif grunted, but he didn’t sound angry, just eager. He knelt beside me, his cock right by my head, pressing against his breeches. I lifted my hand and traced it with a teasing finger. He caught my wrist and lifted my hand to his mouth to suck on my fingertip. His canines grazed my skin and I whimpered.

  “Steady, lass. We have a long way to go.” Brokk ran a wet cloth between my bottom cheeks, pressing it into my small hole. The intimate probing had me hanging my head in embarrassment.

  “Nothing to be ashamed of,” Leif said. “Your mates will tend to you and clean you inside and out.”

  I sucked in a breath as Brokk dipped his fingers between my nether lips, gathering the moisture there and painting the area around my bottom hole. His fingertip pushed at my pucker, and I clenched.

  “Easy,” Brokk crooned. His tender tone surprised me. Exhaling, I opened to him, and his finger slipped inside. He worked me a little, stretching the edges, playing with the rim of my crinkled hole.

  “Isn’t she beautiful?” Brokk breathed. I blinked at Leif, who winked back, his smile returned in full force. The hard armor Brokk wore had fallen away, and revealing the passionate man underneath. Leif always displayed his feelings, but Brokk hid them away like a treasure for me to find. I loved both, but I savored this glimpse of the man Brokk could be.

  “Oh yes, she’s very wet. She likes this.”

  “No,” I whined, and a hand laid a heavy swat on my right buttock.

  “Be good,” Leif reminded me.

  “This is not right,” I protested. My face felt hot. I wished I could shake my hair down and hide behind its screen.


  Leif cupped my chin. “You trust your mates. We do this for your own pleasure and ours.”

  “I bet she could take her pleasure from stimulation here.” Brokk’s finger pushed into my back hole. The stimulation made the muscles of my cunny flutter, begging to be filled.

  “Oh aye.”

  As Brokk’s digit fucked my arsehole, a curl of arousal wound through me, a lazy loop that tightened my muscles, heralding my climax.

  Brokk kept teasing my back hole as his thumb brushed between my nether lips again, collecting more juices.

  “Oh no.” My mouth went slack, my legs trembling. Brokk’s touch didn’t bother me as much as the thought I could climax just from this indecent stimulation. “No.” I put my head down lower, hiding my face.

  “Be good, Willow,” Leif said. “Be a good girl.”

  Something hard and unyielding probed my bottom. Brokk fucked me slowly with the plug, stretching the ring of tight muscle. I clenched, trying to resist, and he squeezed my bottom.

  “No, no. This is going in. We do not want to hurt you.” He kissed my bottom, his stubble tickling my sensitive skin.

  “Relax, little captive.” Leif stroked my hair. “You belong to us. And this is what we want. You want to please us, right?

  “Yes.” I turned my head to kiss his hand.

  My pleasure rose, an inexorable tide I couldn’t resist. Brokk tempted my climax with one hand between my legs and the other pushing the plug into my rear hole. At last, he pressed down hard and popped the wooden bulb into my stretched passage. I wiggled a little, my arsehole tightening around the foreign object, pussy weeping madly. The plug did not budge. I sighed and let my head fall to the pelts.

  “There you go, lass.” Leif stroked my neck. “All done, and without too much whining. Now, what?”

  “Now we lock her back in her belt. Enjoy the mead and have her serve us while she stews a bit.”

  “No!” I reared up, and Brokk caught me. Chuckling, he pulled me into his lap, one hand still between my legs, his other gripping my breasts. “No? Is it your place to order us?” He swatted one breast and then the other. Light, playful slaps, hard enough to make them throb with desire.

  My mouth fell open, my lips working, but no sound came out. My climax hovered out of reach. The plug pressed into my ass as I sat on Brokk’s firm thigh, and when I tried to struggle away, he ground my bottom down against him, filling me. My empty cunny wept.

  “Soon you’ll be filled by both of us. Would you like that? Look at Leif and tell him.”

  “Yes,” I moaned. Leif had his cock out now, stroking it slowly as he watched Brokk restrain my writhing hips.

  “We will both claim you. I will take one end and Leif will take the other. We will fuck you between us and fill you with our seed. Then we’ll put you back in the belt, needy and wanting. You will clean our cocks with your mouth and savor our pleasure as your own.”

  It was so dirty, so wrong, yet my orgasm rose faster than I could stop it. His fingers played in my throbbing folds.

  “Would you like that, Willow? We’ll care for you, wash you and dress you, and braid your hair. We’ll keep you safe, but every day you will ache, and every night you will open your body to us. You’ll remain forever a captive to our desires.”

  A scream tore from my mouth, a wild, keening sound echoing around the keep. Pleasure rode through my body, shaking it like a tree in a storm. Only Brokk’s strong arms grounded me.

  A sharp cry from Leif told me he’d taken his release. His seed spurted to the ground and set me flying again. Brokk’s hand on my cunt, hard chest at my back, and lips at my ear kept me safe on earth, each touch driving pleasure deeper, rooting it in my very soul.

  “Oh, Willow, Willow, Willow.” Brokk raised his wet fingers to my mouth. With a little mew, I cleaned my musk off his fingers. He turned my head to him with a fist in my hair, and crushed my mouth against his. His fervent voice and touch sent aftershocks coursing through me. I drank deeply of his fierce desire, a tree coming out of drought, finding endless waters to sate her thirst. And when he finished plundering my mouth, he pressed his forehead against mine.

  “We will not take you tonight, but soon. You will be ready for us.”

  THEY DID AS THEY SAID, and more. Put me in the metal belt, made me fetch them mead, catching me in their arms and giving me sips from their cups before setting me on my knees to suckle them.

  They both smiled, relaxed, almost jovial together.

  As the moon reached her zenith, Leif gathered me up. In his arms, I sank into sleep like falling into deep water. The men murmured to each other, laughing, fighting no longer.

  I dreamt I stood on the lake and stepped across the water. Did I walk? Did I fly? I was a white-winged bird, fleeing across the black expanse to shelter on the island. When I landed there, I was not alone.

  Under the willow tree, a woman sat dressed in white, her black hair tumbling down her back. She seemed familiar. Her face was young, but her eyes were timeless.

  She beckoned to me. As I came near the her pale face and tilt of her head reminded me of the statue I’d prayed to for long hours at the abbey.

  My legs trembled, but she lifted a hand, the small smile on her face calming me.

  When I stood beside her, we both leaned over the pool at our feet. The reflection caught my eye. Images flickered across the surface. Brokk stood on a mountaintop, mist swirling around him. In the shadows, Leif leaned against the castle wall, his eyes glowing and limbs covered with the black fur of a monster.

  When I reached out to touch the water, the images swirled away, leaving nothing but the reflection of the moon.

  And I realized I did not fear my heat anymore.

  I BLINKED, coming out of the dream.

  “The moon,” I said. “It’s full.”

  Brokk and Leif fell silent. The two had been talking, laughing, joking, instead of fighting. I’d prayed for peace, and the goddess had answered.

  My thoughts blurred a moment, mingling with my dream. I remembered what I saw in the reflection of the pool under the willow. I’d seen Brokk standing on the mountain, alone. Leif in the shadows, lurking as he fought the monster. One alone, one on the edge. Me in the middle. Somehow, I was the answer.

  “Are you all right?” one of them asked.

  I rose. Slowly, I lifted the hem of my shift and let the garment drop. Both men were standing by the time it hit the ground.

  “Willow,” Brokk rasped. “You don’t have to do this.”

  “I want to.” Naked, I stepped forward. “I want to please you.”

  “The moon bends your mind.” Leif glanced at the sky.

  “I do not care about the moon.” I swayed my hips as I walked. “All I want is before me.”

  I licked my full lips, caressed my breasts. My fingers palmed the pale orbs until they tingled. I pinched my nipples.

  “Stop,” Brokk’s voice rang out. “Those are not yours. Only we can give you permission to touch.”

  I cocked my head to the side. “Well, then,” I purred. “Do I have permission?”

  BROKK

  What do you think? Leif asked me. My whole body tensed, straining to go to hers. I knew he felt the same.

  How’s your control?

  Good, Leif said. But it may not last long.

  “Go to the furs,” I ordered Willow. “Touch yourself, as you did last night.”

  “You may not climax,” Leif reminded her.

  She pouted a little but nodded and went to her place, her bottom jiggling as she walked. My cock jumped in my breeches.

  “Our little captive is a wanton,” Leif observed.

  “She’s everything we need.” But, inside, I felt cold. Could I do this? Could we mark her forever?

  Willow lay on the pelts, her legs spread, her hand running up and down her plump pink lower lips. They would be soft and silky to the touch, like rose petals. She teased her pleasure nub with one finger then let out a sexy little moan. And I made my decision.

/>   “All fours. Hands and knees.” I knelt before her and freed my cock as she scrambled into place. “We will not be gentle,” I warned.

  She licked her lips, once, and opened her mouth wide enough to engulf me. She sucked until her cheeks hollowed. My muscles knotted up as I willed myself to hold back from thrusting hard into her mouth.

  Leif knelt behind her. Palming her wet folds, he found her sensitive spots and teased them without mercy. She moaned around my cock as he sent her over the edge.

  “Perfect,” I said, and thrust my hips, fucking her face while Leif fingered her to the edge again. Her whimpers escaped around my cock as Leif set himself at the entrance to her virgin cunt.

  I drew my cock out and caught her chin. “Brace yourself, lass.” She nodded.

  Leif groaned as he sank in. “So tight.”

  “Good lass,” I told her. “You may take your pleasure as often as you wish this night.” Leaning down, I pecked her lips. She turned it into a full-blown kiss. Angled her head and sucked on my fingers when I drew away.

  “Please,” she breathed, begging me. I would’ve fallen had I not already been on my knees. She wanted me as much as Leif. She wanted me. There was no mistaking the look in her eyes.

  Leif pushed in and out of her slowly. With one last kiss, I guided her mouth over my cock again.

  “Ready?” I asked Leif.

  Together, we fucked her, rocking in and out, back and forth in perfect synchronization. Droplets of sweat beaded on her back. I brushed them away.

  “So hot, so ready for us,” Leif grunted.

  Our rhythm sped up. We pounded her harder until I grew close. Pleasure flashed through me. Everything tightened as I prepared to shoot my seed into her mouth. Leif slapped her right haunch and then the other. She whimpered around my cock, and I almost lost it. “Odin’s balls,” I gasped.

  Leif laughed. He caught her hips and finished with a series of thrusts. A second later, she went over again, moaning. I popped out of her mouth and spurted onto her face. Catching her chin, I kissed her again, tasting myself on her lips.