Captured by the Berserkers: A menage shifter romance (Berserker Brides Book 2) Page 8

  She gave a slight nod, but it was enough to relax me.

  “Then, do as I command,” Brokk murmured.

  I watched, fascinated, as she stepped back to where she had been and closed her eyes.

  Brokk held out his hand, and I came forward with the rest of the soft leather ties. Together, we would bind our bride the way we wished.

  The first leather strap wrapped under her breasts, the soft leather encircling her narrow rib cage. It crossed over and under and back again until she wore a harness that supported her breasts and lifted them to our gaze. Her nipples were small, tight pink buds on the beautiful pale orbs.

  “Lovely,” Brokk murmured.

  Willow let out a shuddering sigh.

  “I smell your arousal,” I told her, running a finger down her back. “It pleases me.” Goose bumps rose on her bottom as I stroked it. “So smooth and soft.” I cupped between her legs, and she leaned into my touch, making a low noise in her throat.

  Brokk cleared his throat. I stepped back, but not before I pinched her fleshy backside. It was the perfect size for my large hand to caress, or smack. More than anything, I wanted to mark the pale skin, make it red.

  Brokk checked the straps wrapped around her naked torso and sat back on his heels. “What do you think, Leif?”

  “She is lovely. A beautiful rose,” I declared, and my warrior brother almost rolled his eyes. Willow glowed, her cheeks pink. “So beautiful, especially when she obeys. Still, she defied our commands. We must uphold our vow to guide her. Punishment is in order, don’t you think?”

  “Yes.” Brokk picked up more leather straps. “But, first, another binding. Widen your stance.” He touched Willow and helped her move her feet more than shoulder length apart. This time, the straps went around each leg, and wound around her hips over and over, making a harness to frame her mound. The final strips ran from the center of the hip brace, between her legs. The soft leather pressed right between her fleshy, lower lips, plump and shiny with her sticky arousal. Willow’s breathing picked up. Her hands curled into fists, her thighs tensing as Brokk brushed her sensitive area again and again.

  “Put your hands on your head,” Brokk ordered, and she did. The position lifted her breasts beautifully.

  When he finished, she had a harness about her hips as well as her chest, a makeshift belt that would both keep her from touching herself, and torment her. With every movement, the leather slid along her slit, growing dark and slippery.

  “You may open your eyes and look if you wish,” Brokk said.

  Her breath shortened as she studied the bindings. Her lips parted, but she did not take her hands from her head. She stayed restrained by the rope and our will. My cock felt so hard, it took all my control not to fall to my knees and spill on the ground.

  I choked down a whine. Brokk kept a firm hold on his desires, testing the straps solemnly. Willow leaned towards him, hungry for touch.

  “How do you feel?” he asked.

  “I want to touch, but now I cannot.”

  “This will remind you who owns you. Who cares for you and keeps you safe.”

  Her shoulders relaxed.

  “Now, lass.” I seated myself on a stone and beckon. “Come here. You’re in for punishment.”

  I tugged at the leather bindings, making her breath catch. “Your mates are able to pleasure you, but you cannot. We will bind your hands if you do it again. Keep you hobbled all day.”

  “Even when we are back with the pack?”

  “Even then. For it is understood that a Berserker will train his mate any way he pleases. As long as he cherishes her and does not do her harm.”

  Brokk gave a nod.

  “Now.” I guided her over my legs, keeping her off-balance. With no trouble, I supported her little body, liking how her small fingers clutched at my legs. My hands cupped her bottom. The bindings left the rounded portion of her bottom bare.

  “A hundred on each cheek sounds fair, right?”

  Willow gave up a cry of protest, and Brokk laughed.

  “Leif jests,” he assured her. “Although the next time you touch, we will not be so lenient.”

  “I’ll spank her until her cheeks are pink as a rose.” I squeezed her bottom and swatted it, watching color rise to the surface. “It should not be long. Perhaps she will even enjoy it.” I put my hand between her legs. Sure enough, she grew wet, squirming. Every bit of her struggle would make the leather straps rub between her legs.

  I increased the force of my slaps, covering every inch of her exposed buttocks. In no time, she cried out with every slap, but her cunt grew slick, the scent of her arousal rising in a thick miasma over her reddened bottom. When I stopped, she shook on the edge of a climax.

  “Will you touch yourself without permission?”

  “No, no,” she said.

  I positioned her so her mound rubbed right against my knee.

  She gasped. “Please, please. I will not touch. I will be good.”

  “Do you need permission to climax?” Brokk squatted in front of her, moving her hair from her face. “Be honest.”

  “I—” She hung her head. “I should not want this.”

  “You are in heat,” he reminded. “You have needs. It is our job to see to them.”

  “Then, yes.” She hung her head. “I want this.”

  Brokk gave me a nod and I turned her over, cradling her on my lap. I hooked her legs outside of my knees. “Keep your legs spread,” I whispered, and nipped her earlobe. She melted into me.

  “You did well for your first punishment. I hope to punish you many, many more times. I think you like it.”

  “No,” she breathed. I put my hand between her legs. The leather felt slippery. “Did you just lie to me?” Pressing down, I rubbed, making the leather slide between her folds. “No,” she squealed before a moan stole her breath.

  “Lying deserves more punishment,” Brokk said. “Here.” He came forward with two small ties and wound them about her nipples after he pinched them tight. “We require honesty at all times. This will help you remember.” Willow’s breath came in short pants. Her climax hovered close.

  “And now for the final part of your punishment.” I smacked between her legs with enough force to jar her pussy. She stiffened but did not cry out. I did it again. This time, her breath left in a rush. She planted her feet and pushed up, trying to get as far away as she could. My arm banded around her middle, holding her against me. I ground her against my erection. Her soft bottom molded to it, and I moaned. “Soon, we will take you,” I told her in a harsh whisper. “We will not be able to hold back. But, now, you will come for us.” I swatted her again and cupped her puffy mound. It throbbed under my hand. With my palm, I rubbed her slippery flesh, grinding the straps deeper into the pink valley of her folds. I alternately tugged the straps and pressed on her aroused flesh.

  Her body tensed, arching like a drawn bow.

  “Take your pleasure.” My slick fingers pulled the straps so they lay alongside her sensitive nub, exposing the tiny piece of erect flesh. I slapped her cunt three times, until it was pink and needy. I thumbed the small erect bud, brushing it as carefully as I would a flower petal. Willow moaned, a sound between agony and ecstasy.

  “Leif…”

  I pinched the tiny nub. “Now, lass.” A wail tore from her throat. Her legs tensed, her hips rocking, pulsing like her empty cunt as she came.

  I wrapped her tight in my arms, almost crushing her. Holding her, holding in my own fierce desire, lest her cries break me apart. My cock had turned into a rock under her twitching ass. Her needy sounds went on and on. She twitched, sweat rolling between the straps crisscrossing her body. Her climax carried her so far, it would take a long time for her to come to herself. I would hold her as long as she needed. Forever, if that’s what it took.

  “Shh, Willow.” Brokk hovered over her. He held a waterskin to her lips, and I cradled her as she drank. She was still groggy with pleasure, trusting us to hold her together until
then. I felt satisfied. It had given me great pleasure to break her apart.

  “How was that?” Brokk asked, setting down the waterskin.

  She bobbed her head, still too overcome to speak.

  Gold light gleamed in his eyes.

  He rubbed himself through his leather pants. “Do you want to thank your captors for their kindness to you?”

  She nodded again, frantically.

  There it is, I sent to Brokk. The submission, the longing.

  We must be careful not to take her when her mind is altered.

  But I scoffed. She wants it. I set her on her knees.

  “Are you sure, Willow?” Brokk came to stand in front of us.

  “Please,” she choked out, reaching for him.

  “Oh no.” I caught her hands behind her back and held them there. “Use only your mouth.”

  She moaned again, and I nearly came at the sound.

  Brokk took himself out, his cock as angry-looking and turgid as mine. “Just kisses,” he told her. “Be gentle.”

  “No teeth,” I added.

  Frantic little moans escaped her throat, the sexiest sounds I’d ever heard. I teased her hair back as she kissed and licked Brokk’s cock.

  “This is a gift,” he told her. “You are only allowed this once you please us.”

  “I’ll give you a gift every morning and evening, lass.” I stroked her hair. “I am a generous man.”

  Brokk’s face tensed as he fought not to come in her mouth.

  With impressive control, he stepped back. “You will learn to take me in your mouth. For now, just watch.” He stroked himself before her until he spent his cum on the ground. “You have not yet earned my seed.”

  Willow licked her lips, and I couldn’t help myself. I gripped a handful of her dark hair and drew her to face me.

  “My turn.” I wanted her hands, though. I stayed seated and let her explore. She touched my turgid shaft and the sac hanging below it.

  “Ahh, lass. We will never let you go.”

  She gave me a small, quick smile. My cum boiled in my balls. My toes curled. “Now, lass, you’ve been so good, I will allow you to take it in your mouth.”

  Willow nodded and sucked the head. My hips surged up, but I caught myself in time, barely keeping from fucking her face.

  “You have a wicked mouth,” I told her. “Devil-blessed.”

  She drew off with a pop. The hard sucking action made me spurt. I splashed onto her face as she sat there, blinking.

  I swept my thumb across her cheek and fed some to her.

  “You did well.” I smiled. “I think we will keep you.”

  Brokk came with a cloth to wipe her face. He unbound her gently, washing the sweat off her slick body and rubbing the marks the bonds had made.

  “You did well,” he repeated. She reached for him, but he rose, cast a glance my way. “Leif will tend to you.”

  When he walked off, she watched him go.

  WILLOW

  My muscles ached as Brokk strode from the keep. Leif wet a pelt and washed himself before tucking his cock in his pants. I kept my head averted, blinking back tears.

  “Willow? What’s wrong, lass?”

  “Nothing.”

  “Do not hide from me. We will not punish you for honesty.”

  “I gave in. I was weak.” Brokk did not want to be seen with such a wanton creature. Hunching my shoulders, I hid my face. “Please, leave me.”

  Setting the wet pelt aside, he gathered me in his arms. “Do you know why we torment and tease you?”

  “Because you like it.”

  His fingers trailed down my legs. “Are we the only ones?”

  I twisted in his grip, but he held me fast.

  “Let’s check, shall we?” His fingers found my cunny and dipped inside. “You’re close aren’t you, sweet rabbit?”

  My head thrashed against his shoulder. I tried to free myself, but he gripped me harder and somehow kept his hand between my legs, light touches pushing me towards the cliff edge.

  “Please…”

  He showed me his glistening fingers. “Do you know what this makes you?”

  I shut my eyes and waited for him to say it. Dirty, wanton, wrong.

  “Perfect. It makes you perfect.”

  His fingers delved deep, calling my climax with a come-hither motion. He held me as I went over.

  When I finally stilled, Leif took my wrist and bound it to his with leather ties.

  “We will sleep,” he said. “Unless you are not yet sated.” The moonlight glinted off his yellow eyes.

  “I am…. satisfied. Thank you, Leif.” We lay down, and the giant warrior tucked me against his body. This was what I’d always wanted. A man’s hard muscled chest under my cheek, his fingers playing over my back. A warrior ready to protect me from the world.

  I shivered.

  “Cold?” He pulled a pelt over us.

  “No.” I raise my head. “Does Brokk not like me?”

  Leif sighed and propped his head up on his arm. I wanted him to keep touching me but dared not ask.

  “Brokk’s always been an odd sort. Satisfied with being a lone wolf even before we were Changed.”

  “How did you two meet?”

  Leif grimaced. “We fought over a woman.”

  My eyes widened.

  “That was a long time ago,” Leif said with a forced laugh. “I’m sure he’s forgotten it.” But he did not sound so sure.

  “You say I am your mate. Will you share me?” I traced the smooth dip between the powerful muscles of his chest.

  “Thinking of mating us?”

  I nodded, shy.

  “Oh, lass,” he groaned. “You don’t know how enticing you are.”

  I was relieved to see the easiness return to his handsome face. Even if Brokk had left, Leif and I could share a moment.

  “Brokk and I are bound together with an unbreakable bond. We saved each other’s lives and kept each other alive over these years while we waited for you.”

  “Can the bond break?”

  “Only in a fit of madness. That is why we fear the beast. What gives us strength is also our greatest weakness.” His fingers slipped under the pelt to swirl again over my bare back. I held my breath, willing him not to stop. “When the time comes, we will take you fully, and you will belong to us forever. Your submission allows the beast to rule peacefully, its hunger sated on your flesh.”

  “And Brokk will stay with us?”

  He frowned. “We will share you. The three of us will be linked.”

  “He does not seem to want me.”

  “He is afraid of caring for someone. Long ago, the people he cared about betrayed him.”

  THAT NIGHT, I dreamed I stood on the shore of the lake. The moon cut a silver trail over the endless black water. I stepped forward and instead of sinking, I walked over the watery expanse as easily as I would dry land. My feet carried me to an island I hadn’t noticed before, emerging from the mist in the center of the lake.

  When I arrived on the shore, something drew me on. I walked to the center of the island, pushing through the small bushes and ferns. A willow tree leaned over a circle of stones. I stood among them, turning slowly, wondering at the feeling I had been there before.

  WHEN I WOKE, the sunlight shone across my face. My loins ached from last night’s climaxes, my lower lips puffy and well used.

  “Up you come, lass,” Leif called. “You slept half the day away.”

  I stretched. I’d grown used to my captivity. The days spent with these wild but gentle warriors. A strange new life, but I did not mind it anymore.

  “Come,” Leif repeated. “There are apples for breakfast. Let’s get you fed and washed. Brokk has brought you something.”

  He took me to the lake and rinsed me well. I pressed my face against his fine chest, blushing. My flushed cheeks seemed to fascinate him. His fingers played over them, and I kissed them. Too late, I realized he was naked. His cock brushed my thigh and set me a
ching again.

  “Leif,” I breathed.

  His thumb brushed over my mouth, but he drew away and washed himself while I went back to shore.

  Remembering my dream, I paused and squinted, but, even in the bright day, I could not make out an island.

  When we returned, a pile of new items lay on a large rock.

  “What’s this?” I asked when Leif handed me a jug.

  “Mead.”

  “I went to market,” Brokk said. He sat on a nearby rock, watching me. Not for the first time, I admired his broad shoulders, the powerful arms and torso, the rough fingers that bound me so cleverly last night. The memory made my cheeks heat.

  Leif held up an overdress I could wear over my shift.

  “It’s beautiful. For me?”

  “It won’t fit me.” Leif laughed. “Nor these.” He passed me a pair of small boots, lined with soft squirrel fur. I held them, too overcome to speak. The rich cloth matched the color of an oak leaf in summer, and they were lined in silk. The needlework was as neat as Sage’s, and golden threads shone amid the green.

  “Is this—?”

  “Cloth of gold,” Brokk grunted, and I clutched the garment tighter, lest I drop it. I’d never seen such finery, much less touched it.

  “Put it on,” Brokk ordered. “I will give you the rest of your gift.”

  My heart overflowed with happiness as Leif helped me dress.

  When I finished, he touched my face. “Beautiful,” he said, but he didn’t mean my dress.

  Brokk called me over. He had a pelt at his feet. I knelt before him like a fine lady come to the church altar. Leif took off his arm ring and handed it to the stern-faced warrior before lifting my hair, and letting Brokk fit the band around my neck.

  “There. Now you will remember you belong to us.”

  I rose, and Brokk caught my hand. “Not so fast. There is one more gift.”

  “It is less a gift to you than a gift to us,” Leif murmured.

  Brokk held up a metal circle, large enough to fit around my hips. Another half circle attached.

  “What’s that?” I asked.

  “Raise your skirts.” he said. Puzzled, I did, but once he lay the metal harness on the ground and motioned for me to step into it, I realized his intent.