Sold to the Berserkers: A Menage Shifter Romance (4 page)

Arousal poured over me like fire. It was too much, Daegan’s hands stroking up and down my torso, Samuel’s mouth on mine, drinking me down.

“We will take ye now,” Daegan whispered into my ear. I felt his cock prod my back. “You will know yer pleasure, and ours.” My head lolled back onto Daegan’s chest as Samuel stepped forward. The two men lifted me, holding me up so Samuel could set his cock against my wet center.

His member rubbed up and down, I closed my eyes, feeling every part of me clench.

He let my legs down. “Not here,” he told his warrior brother.

Daegan handed me to Samuel and the blond lifted me, carrying me quickly back to the room with the pelts. My arms went around his neck, fixated on his golden eyes.

“Calm, little love,” he whispered to me. “There’s no need to fear.” He set me down on the pelts and eased me back.”We will make sure you know pleasure.”

Again the soft touches up and down my legs, coaxing me open. This time I let my head sag back and my mind drift away to enjoy the hands massaging my skin.

“Beautiful,” someone said near my head and I opened my eyes. Daegan leaned over me, kissing me. He tasted sweet.

Meanwhile, Samuel kissed up my leg to my soft lower lips, finding and lapping at my pleasure bud. With one warrior above and one below, dominating and claiming, my orgasm rolled over me, and still Samuel worked between my legs. Daegan’s lips nibbled at my neck and pulse before moving to my ear, his tongue stabbing inside. I felt the motion in my throbbing cunt. My mouth opened in a silent cry.

“That’s it, wee one,” Daegan said, his rough voice somehow gentle. “Take yer pleasure. Yer masters command it.”

I crested again, and felt myself rise to the precipice a third time before Samuel settled between my legs and set himself at my opening. My eyes widened but, limp with pleasure, I couldn’t move.

He pushed forward, just his head stretching me. Then he stopped and groaned.

“So tight.”

Daegan lay beside me and lifted the sheet of my hair away from my neck so he could fasten his mouth there, sucking. The sensation proved too much. My body arched, straining for release and Samuel slid inside.

It felt wonderful.

Samuel pushed forward more and sagged over me, his groan louder.

“So good.” He gasped. “It has been so long.”

For all Samuel’s care preparing me, he didn’t hold back as he began to thrust. His muscles bunched as he surged into me, a steady advance and retreat that rocked my body back onto the pelts. My body accepted him, wetness pouring from my heated center.

My own muscles tightened on his thick member.

“Brenna,” he breathed with reverence. One great hand splayed over my chest, sliding down to my hip. He gripped both buttocks and drove more steadily into me. The pounding brought me to the edge and tipped me over it again.

I clawed at the pelts. He lost it, driving deep to spill inside me.

“So good,” he repeated. His voice back to a snarling rasp. He bent down and brushed a kiss over my lips, and Daegan took his place between my legs.

I drifted in another world as the dark haired warrior rutted fast and hard. Samuel played with my hair, brushing a finger over my lips, smearing some of my wetness over them. His finger teased my mouth open and he had me suck his finger as Daegan pounded to finish. As the dark haired warrior came with a cry, he reached down to rub my little bud. It was too much, and I tried to grab his wrist and stop him, but Samuel held my hands away.

Daegan’s grin filled my vision as pleasure crashed over me again. My body shook.

I lay limp on the pelts, sweaty and spent, while the warriors congratulated themselves.

“Och, brother. I feel I am a man again,” Daegan said.

“The witch spoke true.” Samuel sounded very satisfied.

“Such a lovely, wee lass.” Daegan threw himself down on the bed beside me. “Ye were just what we needed.” He kissed me, his lips dragging from my mouth down to my neck. Settling back, he grinned over me at Samuel.

“As much as I love our scent on her, our little love needs another bath.”

“But first a wee nap.” Daegan sounded delighted. Neither of the warriors seemed tired at all.

Drowsy, I faded a little, my sated body growing heavy.

I realized that Daegan had kissed my scar. I pulled my damp hair over my neck to hide it, and thought back over the past minutes, trying to remember what I’d done. Had I cried out? Had ecstasy drawn an ugly noise from my throat?  I’d given myself to them once again. I’d lost control.

The warriors still lay on either side of me, talking, their cocks waving in the air, slick with my juices.

Tears spilled out of my eyes.

“Oh, wee one,” crooned Daegan. “It’s all right.” He cuddled me close, tucking my back to his front and turning so we lay on our sides, facing Samuel.

The blond stroked my hair, looking sad. ““I’m sorry, Brenna,” he said. “I wish it could’ve been differently. We would’ve liked to woo you.”

I blinked at him.

“It could not be.” His finger traced my lip. “We were out of time.”

*

When I woke from what Daegan would call a wee nap, the dark haired warrior had gone. I raised my head slowly, blinking at my surroundings. The past few…hours? Days? Had overwhelmed me and I hadn’t had time to take everything in.

If I wasn’t lying on a bed of furs, I’d believe it was all a dream.

The pelt-covered dais stood in the middle of the room, which was really a large cavern, hewn from rock. Along with the fireplace, iron braziers stood like sentinels around the room providing extra light and heat. Whoever designed the room found a way for air to flow freely, because the room wasn’t stuffy, even with the fire.

The bed still smelled of sex, a sweet musk clinging to the furs. My body was rested but sticky, covered in the warrior’s spendings.

They’d spread their slick cum over my skin as they’d told me why they’d taken me for a slave.

“We’re warriors, mercenaries,” Samuel explained. “We’ve fought for many rulers, and now that the Red King rules in peace, we’ve retreated here. This whole mountain is our home.”

“We wanted a woman.” Daegan said with a grin.

Samuel nodded. “We consulted a witch to find one who would be right for us. She told us about you, a woman marked by the wolf.” He traced a light finger over my face, edging close to my scar. My hair fell to cover the marred skin and he withdrew. “It was you, Brenna. We searched and searched, and finally tracked you. Your stepfather would take money. We tempted his greed and took you.”

I tried not to look upset. They’d used a witch to find me? Why?

They’d looked for me? Searched for me? I couldn’t believe it.

“So you see, Brenna, you were chosen.” 

No one had ever wanted me, much less sought me out.

“We want ye, wee one,” Daegan said. “We knew when we found ye, ye would be our own.”

Samuel nodded. “You will learn our ways, and become ours. You will never want for anything as long as you obey us.”

“It’s a hard life, but it isnae so bad.” Daegan stroked my breast before raising hopeful eyes to mine.

They acted like they were afraid I wouldn’t accept them. But they’d given me no choice. Their happiness meant my survival.

After our talk, Samuel left and Daegan gave me more food and water, treating me like a pampered pet, before he fell asleep beside me. I’d lain awake thinking on everything they’d told me, eventually succumbing to my own exhaustion.

Now I was awake in the empty chamber. The fire burned low but it was still warm enough to get out of bed and explore. I pulled a pelt around my shoulders, though there was no reason to be modest.

The cavern’s open entrance lead to a hall, and I wondered if I dare try to leave, naked and barefoot and with no idea what lay beyond the door. I walked the line of brazier’s, checking the walls of the chamber for cracks, escape on my mind.

I felt rather than heard someone behind me. A tingle went up my spine, a buzzing sensation that raised the hair on the back of my neck. I wasn’t alone.

I whirled, but it was only Samuel rising from the pelt dais as if from slumber. I must not have noticed his large form on the dais, sleeping covered in furs.

The big warrior sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing a hand over his face.

“The wolf sleeps,” he muttered. “It’s been years since I’ve know such rest.”

I stared at him.

“Come here, Brenna.”

The blond leader acted sterner than Daegan, but he’d told me not to be afraid of him. I forced myself to meet his gaze and take unflinching steps to the dais until I stood before him. If my hands gripped the pelt around my shoulders a little harder, perhaps he wouldn’t notice.

The corner of his lips curled up as I stopped an arm’s length away from him.

“Did you sleep well?”

I nodded.

His hand came out to touch my face, eventually tipping it to the side. I shut my eyes, willing myself not to cry. I still hated anyone examining my scars.

He covered my neck with his big hand, fingers resting over my pulse. 

“It’s not so bad,” he said. “Just a scar. I have many.”

I stared at him. It was hideous. He didn’t need to tell me.

He sighed.

“I wish I could talk to you.”

My hand traced down the large muscles of his chest. One finger found a knotted scar.

He gave a small grin. “That was an arrow in battle. Didn’t feel it at the time but collapsed afterwards. Took me three days to get back on my feet.”

I stroked the marred flesh. He took his hand away from my neck, caught my hand and kissed it.

“So you see, Brenna, the scars are not marks of shame. They are marks of honor. What we survived.”

I smoothed my hair over my neck, thinking on what he said.

He rose and bade me stay in the room. “It is not safe for you to venture out, little love. Do you understand?”

I nodded, and he left only to return with food. I was glad I hadn’t tested this rule.

The smell of roast meat filled the room and my stomach growled. I reached for a wheaten cake and Samuel tutted.

“I wish to feed you, as Daegan did.”

That had been humiliating; I blushed. My brow furrowed. Pouting, I reached for the cake again.

“Now, now, little love. Submit to my will. If you’re naughty you’ll be punished.” He didn’t sound angry, but satisfied. He settled me on his great lap and brought each morsel of food to my mouth. I ate, bite after bite often interrupted with a kiss. His lips played over mine. It wasn’t unpleasant, just annoying. I was a grown woman. I could feed myself.

When he was distracted I took some food and offered it to him.

His grin stretched across his face and his muscled chest shook with a laugh. “Stubborn are we? Well that’s good. We need a woman with spirit.”

I fed him as he’d fed me, like a little babe. He tolerated it, even enjoyed it, if only because he thought it was funny.

When were done I snuggled into his body, and this seemed to make him happy too. He petted and played with my hair, relaxed and in no hurry.

I was beginning to understand what they meant by me soothing them. These were warriors used to going from battle to battle. It must be nice to come home to a woman they could treat like a little pet. I supposed buying their own pleasure slave was more convenient than leaving the mountain to seek out a prostitute.

I sighed, and Samuel pushed my hair away from my face.

“What are you thinking, little love? I wish I knew.”

For the first time in my life, I was glad I was mute, so I couldn’t be forced to tell him.

Instead, we kissed and then his hand delved between us, finding my slippery cunny. He stroked me until my eyes glazed and my mouth fell open. Then he burrowed under the pelts to put his mouth between my legs, licking me until I felt the familiar rush of pleasure. My body responded and Samuel rose up over me, taking me his great body rocking over mine, dominating, claiming.

I lay sated for a time and he went to get water. Idly, I wondered whether it was night or day.

Samuel came back and set me in his lap again.

“You were not a virgin,” he stated. “Did you have a lover?”

I shook my head, my hands smoothing my hair over my scars.

He frowned. “He abused you, didn’t he? Your father?”

Stepfather, I silently corrected and nodded. My eyes flicked down and I turned my head so my hair fell over my face. My blond master stroked the hair back gently.

“You could not cry out.”

I had fought, though. Would my sisters be able to fight as I had?

Samuel mistook my distress. “You're safe now. He will never touch you again.”

His words did nothing to reassure me. Even now my stepfather would be home telling them...what? That I had died? That men had come and taken me?

The twins were young, but the sister just younger than me, Sabine, would guess the truth: my stepfather had done away with me, one way or another. Would she be smart enough to hold her tongue, or would she speak up and be beaten? How soon would my stepfather start to prey on her and then the two younger ones?