Given to the Berserkers: A menage shifter romance (Berserker Saga Book 4) Read online

  Fergus chuckled softly. He loved to prove his power over me. “We’ll teach ye to cum just from this. Don’t stop touching, or you’ll be cumming with a red bum.”

  With a growl, Fergus moved. He lifted me with ease and my legs wrapped around his hard body.

  “Ride me.” Fergus slapped my buttock, spurring me on. Again and again he smacked it.

  I did as he ordered and gave him a show, letting my breasts bounce wildly as I canted my body up and down.

  “Verrae nice,” Fergus said. “But I want to see the plug.” Grabbing my hips, he pulled me off his cock and turned me to straddle him facing his feet.

  I sat still, confused, until he jerked his hips, impaling me again. This time, as he fucked me from below, he toyed with the plug, making me moan. I felt fuller than I ever had before, my insides deliciously stimulated.

  “Soon Wulfgar and I will take ye like this, together.”

  Wulfgar approached the bed, pulling on his massive member. “We’ll start now.”

  He knelt on the bed, and I leaned forward almost onto all fours and took Wulfgar into my mouth as I’d been taught. I moaned around him as Fergus filled me from below. The young warrior gripped my hips and thrust up so I bounced. Wulfgar steadied me.

  “Try this.” Fergus changed positions so he knelt behind me to plow me from behind. When he drove forward, I slid onto Wulfgar’s cock, swallowing him further.

  I choked.

  “Not so hard, brother,” Wulfgar cradled my jaw as I took a moment to cough.

  “I can do it,” I said when I’d caught my breath. “I’m ready.” I opened my mouth wide, but Wulfgar waited until he was sure I could take him. Slowly he fed me his length, cupping either side of my head.

  “Now, brother,” Wulfgar gave the signal and they both started moving. Gently at first, pushing and thrusting at opposite times so I rocked between them.

  My hands fisted on the pelts, body torn between focusing on pleasing Wulfgar with my mouth, and bouncing back onto Fergus’ member.

  “Relax, Muriel,” Wulfgar murmured. “Let us use ye.”

  His big hand kneaded my shoulder, a thumb stroking my cheek. I stilled and let myself become a vessel for their cocks.

  Their movements started slowly, falling into an easy rhythm. Every time Fergus pushed into my wet hole, I swallowed Wulfgar down further. Their grunts filled the cabin. I hummed around Wulfgar’s cock and he cursed and sighed. His hands caught my jaw, cushioning my chin as he began to speed up his thrusts.

  Fergus slammed into me harder and harder. Deep inside me, feelings of pleasure curled tighter and tighter, ready to snap. My body began to tremble.

  “She is ready,” Wulfgar rumbled above me. I looked up and he’d grown a wicked set of canines, ready to bite my flesh. I’d wear the scar forever. “It is time.”

  They changed positions. Wulfgar lay on his back with his member standing ready. Fergus guided me to straddle the large warrior, then pushed me flush to his chest. Slick from my mouth, the giant cock slid into my cunny easily.

  Wulfgar caught my chin. Tipping up my head, he kissed me long and hard. His tongue delved deep.

  Behind me, Fergus removed the plug.

  With his fingers he spread something slick around my back hole and stimulating and stretching me further while I moaned into Wulfgar’s mouth. My bottom felt strangely empty.

  “Perfect,” Fergus announced. With two firm hands holding my bottom cheeks apart, he set his cock at my back channel, and pushed in.

  “Oh, please, oh please,” I gasped. Wulfgar’s great girth and Fergus’ length pressed into my very mind, driving every thought from my head but the sensation of their cocks invading my body. I shook between them.

  “Shhh,” Wulfgar soothed, even as Fergus cursed above me.

  “By the moon, Muriel. You’re the goddess incarnate.”

  I pressed my forehead to Wulfgar’s neck, quivering. My men had me sandwiched between them, impaled on their cocks. I could barely move, much less think.

  “Are you alright, sweetheart?” Wulfgar petted my hair and used it to draw my head back to look at him.

  “Mmm,” I replied. His face creased into a smile.

  I blinked a few times before I found my voice. “Now what?”

  “Now,” he tucked my head back against the bunched muscles of his shoulder. His lips found my ear while his large arms wrapped around me to steady me further. “We fuck you.”

  His hips started moving, scything in and out of my cunny. Fluids dripped.

  Above me, Fergus gripped my waist and began gliding in and out of me, too.

  Closing my eyes, I clutched at Wulfgar. All I could do was hold on and remember to breathe as my men used me for our pleasure.

  They rocked me between them, and set my whole body to singing.

  My climax blew through me and kept going, an endless undulation. Pleasure kept rising, rising inside me, only to drop me from a great height, where I shattered. Just as I recovered, the sensations began to mount up again. Sounds escaped my throat, incoherent pants and moans that seemed to drive my men into a frenzy.

  Fergus thrust into me harder and harder, his hips slapping into my bottom. Wulfgar tugged my hair, wrenching my head sideways. He set his teeth to my shoulder and the sting pierced my happy haze.

  “Yes,” I sobbed. “Hurt me. I’m yours.”

  The teeth withdrew, and I missed the pain that eased the sharp edge of pleasure. My body was overcome.

  I squeezed my holes tight, hard, and Fergus came, bucking over me. Wulfgar’s grunts told me he’d climaxed as well.

  Body still humming, I waited, limp on my lover’s broad body, but the teeth did not pierce my skin.

  Fergus kissed my back, and both bottom cheeks, tickling me with his stubbled face before collapsing next to us on the bed.

  His hand found mine and twined in it. Warmth flooded through me.

  “But what about the bond?” I tried to ask, but my words came out an unintelligible mumble.

  A rumbling chuckle shook me. Wulfgar pushed my hair from my back and stroked my skin with his rough hands.

  “Sleep, little one.”

  I mumbled again, but his voice and soothing touches were as potent as a long, drugging draught, and I slept.

  *

  Freezing air gusted over my face and I twitched.

  “Cold,” I grunted.

  “Stay in bed, little one. Fergus will be back soon. It was his turn to get the wood.”

  Wulfgar bent over me to tuck a great fur robe around me before reseating himself by the fire.

  I bit my lip, and didn’t ask why he would avoid my bed.

  Soreness lingered in my cunny, a pleasant reminder of the night’s events. My men had taken me completely. Yseult would approve.

  Yet they still had not giving me claiming marks. I touched my shoulders and frowned.

  Wulfgar had come so close to marking me, and then drawn back. Why? What had I done wrong?

  Shadows played over the great warrior’s face as he drank from a horn and watched the fire.

  Fergus came in, his breath like smoke.

  “It’s coming down hard out there.” He dusted white powder off his shoulders and stomped his feet. “I stacked more wood on the porch, out of the flurries.”

  “Snow in springtime?” I sat up and pulled the bear robe around my shoulder. The red points of Fergus’ cheeks and nose made me shiver in sympathy.

  “There have been flurries late as summer in this part of the world.” Wulfgar handed his warrior brother the drinking horn.

  “This isnae just snow, it is a blizzard,” Fergus said once. “I scented something strange on the wind earlier when I was returning home. It must have been the winter wind, pushing in.”

  I shivered again. Yseult had visited late afternoon. Had Fergus scented her? Had her magical presence disturbed the weather?

  “Cold, sweetling?” Fergus came to me, rubbing his hands together. “I can think of a way to warm ye up.”
r />   “Fergus, no, you have snow on you—”

  The young warrior stopped and stripped off his clothes. In a flash, he’d turned into the red wolf. One hard shake sent the rest of the melting flakes flying. They sizzled on the hearth, and Fergus leapt onto the bed. Tongue lolling out, he lay half on me.

  “You’re wet,” I protested. “And heavy.”

  He licked my face and I sputtered. After a minute, I had to admit his weight and heavy fur coat did warm me.

  Wulfgar sat watching us with a small smile.

  “Come to bed?” I invited.

  He shook his head. “I must patrol.”

  “Surely the snow will keep our enemies away.”

  “That is not why I patrol, Muriel. My beast does not like confined spaces.”

  “But-” I looked to Fergus for help, but he just gave me sad wolf eyes, and sighed.

  Wulfgar hefted the great axe and slipped out the door, leaving me trapped under a giant, sleeping wolf.

  *

  I slept fitfully, hearing echoes of my men’s voices in my dreams, though Wulfgar was gone all night, and Fergus was in wolf form.

  “The bond, do you feel it?”

  ‘Not yet, Little Red.”

  “I thought it would form when we took her together.”

  “Perhaps after a few nights. It will soon.”

  I woke with newfound determination to form the bond.

  Fergus had Changed into a man as he’d slept. As usual, he woke hungry.

  “Mmm,” he nuzzled my neck.

  “Fergus, that tickles.”

  His teeth grazed my shoulders and I closed my eyes.

  The door slammed and Wulfgar loomed over us.

  “None of that, brother,” Wulfgar growled to Fergus.

  With his elongated canines, Fergus’ teeth looked wicked. “I was just going to take a wee bite.”

  “Not yet,” Wulfgar said.

  I sighed and sagged back onto the bed. I had to win over my giant mate.

  “Is the blizzard over?” Fergus asked as Wulfgar crouched at the fire.

  “Ended late last night. There’s a snow up to a rabbit’s ear, but the day is already warming. By noon it will be mostly melted away.”

  “Odd weather,” Fergus said, and Wulfgar grunted his agreement.

  “If the river swells, we may have to leave the cabin, seek higher ground.”

  “It’ll be time to return to the pack, soon.” Fergus glanced at me, tellingly.

  I resisted the urge to cover my shoulders. A night of fucking and I was still unmarked. What would the pack say? My sisters and everyone would know I’d failed as a Berserker bride.

  “Seeing as we’re snowed in…” Fergus grabbed the robe covering me and pulled it off. I shrieked, grabbing at it to cover my nude form.

  “Fergus, it’s cold!”

  “Well,” he held the robe out of reach. “What will ye give me for it?”

  “A kiss.” I pouted.

  “Verrae well. Come kiss me, then.”

  Diving back under the proffered covers, I wriggled up to face Fergus.

  “Good morning,” I smiled, twining my arms around his neck.

  “Good morning, lass,” he said and kissed me.

  I broke away and reached out to Wulfgar. “Come lie with us,” I invited.

  He smiled and stood. I kept my hand outstretched as he stretched and stripped off his boots and clothes.

  Meanwhile Fergus was kissing down my neck. I rolled away from him, arms crossed over my breasts.

  “I’m not your mate yet, am I?”

  “You’re whatever we say ye are.”

  “Fergus,” I started to protest, but I couldn’t argue with his fervent kisses, pressed down the curve of my spine. His small beard tickled me and made me shiver, ready for kisses in another place.

  As if he knew my thoughts, he grabbed my leg and flipped me over.

  “I know what I want to eat for breakfast.”

  “Fergus, no…I have not bathed.” My men had cleaned me up as best they could, but my own juices mingled with their seed.

  “Ye smell like us,” Fergus’ stubble scraped my bottom. His teeth nipped me and I yelped.

  Wulfgar sat and I scrambled to him, crawling onto his lap.

  He did not smile outright but his eyes crinkled and he helped me straddle him.

  I smoothed my hands down his great shoulders, squeezing the granite muscles. His size and masculine scent made my insides quiver. “What do you want to do this morning?”

  The big warrior took a fistful of my hair and clenched it thoughtfully. “You.” With one hand in my hair and one steadying my hip, he thrust up inside me.

  My head fell back, my nails digging into his arms for purchase. Drawing me closer, he nuzzled my neck. Wet and ready, my cunny tightened around him as I waited for him to claim me.

  “Mark me,” I whispered. “please.”

  Desire flickered across his face, followed by concern. “Not yet.”

  “Please. I want it. We must bond.”

  His hips jerked once, twice, and then he lifted me off his cock and set me away.

  Fergus caught my hair and used it as a leash to pull me to him.

  “Are ye thinking of the bond and not pleasing us? Naughty lass.” I found myself over his lap. He spanked my bottom until I squealed. None of the slaps truly hurt, and my cunny dripped all down his leg.

  Pausing, he checked between my legs. “Soaking wet. This willnae teach ye to mind. We’ll have to think up a worse punishment.”

  “Do it,” Wulfgar growled.

  With a hard fist in my hair, Fergus drew my head back. His other hand cradled my throat “Would ye like that, Muriel? I can give ye a taste of the whip. It has a wee bite, but can also give ye pleasure.”

  My eyes were heavy lidded, my body flooded with desire. “Yes, please. Whip me, mark me, make me yours.”

  In my mind’s eye I saw myself stretched out before them. Using a whip made of soft strands of deerskin with one end bound into a handle Fergus flogged my front and back until my skin was red and striped. At the erotic image my body shook with overwhelming pleasure.

  I came, panting and gasping.

  “Naughty one. Ye do not deserve our cocks.”

  “Please,” I said. Crouching on all fours, I raised my bottom and lowered my head, offering myself like a bitch in heat.

  When I glanced back, both my mates had eyes of bright gold.

  Then Wulfgar shook his head.

  “Finish her, Fergus,” he said. “I must go. The Alphas are calling me.”

  He walked out.

  I broke my position, dashing tears from my ears.

  “Lass, why are ye crying?”

  “I want him. I do. I want to bond with both of you.”

  “Ye will, sweet one. Why do ye not trust us?”

  “Because it hasn’t happened yet. What if it never will?”

  “Hush, lass. You worry so.”

  The witch’s warning was on the tip of my tongue, but I bit it back. “What if I can’t bond with you? I’m afraid. I’m not like Brenna or Sabine.”

  “Your submissive nature makes ye a perfect bride for us. Ye are so, so good, but afraid. We hope, in time, to break through your shell and let the real Muriel out.”

  “I am the real Muriel.” I huffed.

  “Don’t pout, sweetling,” Fergus tugged my hair. “All this thinking about the bond isnae good for ye. The bond forms here,” he laid a hand over my heart, right where the ache was. “When the time is right, ye will feel it.”

  Unless I couldn’t bond at all. I shook him off so I wouldn’t cry. “The morning grows old. May I go outside today?”

  “Aye, lass. It’s warm enough now I can take ye.”

  Outside, a group of trees had exploded into white blossoms, as if to celebrate the passing of the bizarre snowstorm. I plucked the branches to make a floral wreath while Fergus romped in wolf form among the mud puddles.

  He came to me, fur wet and filth
y, and I backed away.

  “No, no. I don’t want to get dirty. And you better wash in the stream before you go in the cabin,” I scolded before turning back to my flowers.

  Wee Muriel. Always doing her duty.

  I whirled, but there was only the red wolf, panting happily. Yet I’d heard Fergus’ voice clear as day.

  Perhaps the witch’s magic still lingered, or I’d grown as fey as Fleur, to be hearing things no one said.

  I’d finished a wreath, and started another that I’d make Fergus’ wolf wear around his neck, a threat I’d made to keep his muddy paws away from my gown, when the bushes shook. A flash of white, and I staggered back just in time to avoid a giant wolf toppling me over.

  “Fergus,” I screamed. With a gust of magic, the white wolf grew into a Berserker warrior with heavy brows and a shock of white running through his otherwise dark hair.

  Fergus jerked me back, putting himself between me and the intruder.

  A second wolf joined the first, and transformed into a warrior with the same gust of wind and a stomach-churning crackle of shifting skin and bone. The two were naked but for a loincloth, and a wolf pelt slung across their shoulders. Their eyes glowed, but they didn’t advance. As we waited, the bushes behind them rippled in advent of a third wolf.

  “Muriel, quickly, go inside and bar the door. Ye must not come out,” Fergus whispered.

  “What is this? Are they from your pack?”

  “Never you mind that. Stay inside, they will not hurt ye.”

  The two waiting warriors stayed silent. A rush of wind lifted the edge of my skirts, and Siebold strode from the forest. Other than a bright red scar slashing across his chest, the blond had healed from his grievous battle wounds.

  Only two days, and he had come for me. The witch was wrong.

  “Muriel, inside now.”

  “No, Fergus, he’s here for me.” I grasped his arm. “They will hurt you.”

  “Muriel,” he bit out, “Listen to me.”

  “Well, if it isn’t the runt. Where’s the Enforcer?”

  Smirking, Siebold stepped closer and snatched up a wreath I’d left on the ground.

  Naked but for a loincloth, Fergus kept himself between the blond and me.

  “Wulfgar set me as guard. He’s on the hunt.”

  “He better take care his little bitch doesn’t wander off. Otherwise another wolf might snatch her.”