Sold to the Berserkers: A Menage Shifter Romance (6 page)

That sudden realization made me blink. Worry flicked through me, though it couldn’t last long in my relaxed state. More dangerous than violence and beatings were bonds of kindness and love. The longer they held me here, the more I would forget who I truly was: Brenna, scarred and sold as a slave, the only one who could stand between my sisters and my lecherous stepfather.

This thought fluttered through my head but before it could take root, Daegan shifted between my legs and I focused on him.

“Do ye like yer smooth cunny?” He lay his cheek on my thigh, his beard scratching me lightly. Wet poured from me and he inhaled, his eyes glowing brighter. He began laying kisses on my inner thighs and soft lips, waiting for me to admit my struggles had been in vain.

Setting my jaw, I reached down and tried to tug his head forward, to force him to lick me as I liked. Daegan caught my hands in surprise.

Samuel chuckled so hard, his laugh shook me as I lay back on his chest. I shot him an annoyed look.

“She grows bolder,” Samuel said to Daegan in an approving tone.

“Aye, she’s a courageous one. But it is a pleasure to teach her to mind.” Holding my hands away, Daegan used his tongue to tame me, laving up and down my soft, wet heat until I writhed and gasped. He pulled away with a wicked smile.

“What do ye say, Brenna. Are ye glad to be shaved?”

I glared at him and he teased me some more. Finally I nodded vigorously, silently begging for release.

“Good lass,” he praised me, using finger and little kisses on my pleasure bud to send me convulsing over the edge. All too soon, he was kissing and licking me again, and the coil of pleasure tightened in me again.

As he worshiped between my legs, his finger dipped and probed lightly at my bottom hole. I clenched and he shot me an impish look.

“One day, wee one,” He said to me. “I will take you here while my brother takes your cunny, and we will claim you together.” As his finger slipped in and out of my lower hole, I scrunched my features and made a face.

Daegan’s laugh echoed around the chamber.

“You dinnae like the sound of that, lass?”

I squirmed away from his finger, still frowning.

“Brenna,” Samuel warned, clutching me tighter.

“It’s all right, brother,” Daegan soothed. “Brenna, ye dinnae believe I can make it feel good?”

Before I could nod or shake my head, he dipped his head and fastened his mouth on my overstimulated nub. I tried to escape but between him and Samuel I couldn’t move to escape Daegan’s insistent tongue. My mouth opened in a silent gasp, and Samuel gripped my hair, turning my head to claim my mouth. I panted heavily, and Samuel drew back, nibbling on my lips instead. Between my legs, Daegan did the same, licking and sucking until I gasped into Samuel’s kiss.

Over the next few minutes, I learned something about my two warriors: they thought the same. One would probe his tongue into my mouth, stabbing and possessing, while the other thrust his tongue into my cunny. My mouth fell open, lax, and my eyes were half lidded as two men fed on my sweet lips, one above, one below. Samuel transferred his snuffling kisses to my ears, while Daegan remained at the center of my legs, sucking on my pleasure spot until I shuddered onto the pelts.

In the languid aftermath of my release, I realized Daegan had ventured further, sweeping his tongue up between my buttocks. It felt good, but I fought to close my legs and keep him out. With a small growl, he pinned my thighs and, gripping my bum cheeks to hold them open, vigorously tongued my dark hole.

I didn’t want it to feel good, but it did. I reminded myself that he’d washed me thoroughly. All the same, I was glad when he added two fingers to my cunny, stroking my sensitive pearl to another shattering climax.

“Is she ready for a good hard fucking?” Daegan asked Samuel as I lay convulsing on the pelts.

“She was born for it,” Samuel growled and swung into place over me. He kissed and rubbed his bearded face against my breasts for a minute or two, letting me come down from the precipice before he spread my legs set himself at my slick center and slid inside me. The shock waves began all over again. I thrashed on his pillaging cock. His manhood stretched me but my soaking cunt accepted him.

He fucked me hard and I accepted it like I’d been made to bounce on the end of his huge rod. I lifted my legs and hitched them around his hips so he could drive deep, cursing as he came.

Without further ado, Samuel pulled out, his slickened spear still hard and jutting from his hips, and Daegan took his place. The black haired warrior drove home in a great lurching thrust that had my head flying back. He bottomed out and retreated only to do it again.

The orgasm came from deep inside me, almost breaking me. I gasped and panted and clawed at the pelts.

“Do ye see how it will be, lass? Two men unable to sate themselves on your body. We will pound yer heat and then flip you over for a good arse fucking while one takes yer sweet mouth. Then a nice long rest and a bath before we do it again.”

He pulled out and rolled me over onto my belly, pulling up my hips and tucking pelts under me so my bottom stuck up in the air. “Oil, brother. She'll take her pleasure with something in her ass.”

When Daegan slid his cock back inside my wet heat, he added a finger to my bottom hole, swirling and working one thick digit inside me. My body cramped around the oiled intruder. I felt full to breaking.

Samuel came to my front and set his cock at my mouth.

“Lick me,” he growled, taking my hair and guiding me to clean his member.

They played with me like that for a while, Samuel using my tongue to lick him back to hardness while Daegan squeezed and rubbed my bum, finger fucking my dark entrance while his cocked remained sheathed inside my cunt.

Finally, Daegan tired of playing with my ass. Samuel drew back, stroking himself off in front of my face while his warrior brother slammed hard into me. They both finished within seconds of one another, Daegan gripping my hips hard enough to leave marks, while Samuel painted my face with seed.

They spent some time spreading it over my skin, claiming me, before washing me off and carrying me to bed.

*

Time passed, and I knew not how long I stayed in the cave. It was more than a sennight, for my monthly bleeding came and went. The warriors doted on me during that time as they always did, bringing me food and taking me to bathe.

The pampering continued after my menses ended. I grew to enjoy the way they coddled and cared for me, though I wished I could communicate with them. Sometimes they lounged for hours on the dais, telling stories from their past. They loved to talk of their warrior exploits. They seemed to have battled enough for three lifetimes. At times they mentioned kings with foreign names, or kings who I had heard of, but who had died long ago.

If I could, I’d ask them about their past, and how they came to live on a mountain as a berserker clan. At times they returned from the hunt, smelling of blood, eye bright with that strange golden light. Something in their manner sent a prickle up my spine, like they were predators and I was prey. They’d eat and bathe and sleep, speaking broken phrases in harsh, guttural tones.

But mostly they fucked me.

Their hands and long, tickling hair wrought their desire on my skin, until I was trembling and ready. Then one would mount me or another.

I did not know it was morning or evening when I woke, cocooned between two large, warm bodies. Their long hair streamed over my body, mingling with mine. Holding my breath, I listened, but they were not awake. Usually they woke me, excited hands caressing me, positioning me, mouths finding my sensitive places until I panted, ready for them. Then they took turns rutting hard and fast between my legs.

They kept me naked and most of the time they also wore no clothes beyond a leather loincloth. They seemed always hard and ready for me.

I moved a little, and felt one hard length grow against my leg.

I felt the heat roll over me, claiming me, and for the first time in a moon, I was ready before they were.

Staring at Samuel’s beautiful sleeping face, my fingers sought his member and stroked it with the barest of movements. The shaft grew longer against me, I would not have thought it possible.

Behind me Daegan sighed and I reached behind me, seeking his thickness with a tentative finger.

My small hands encircled them, taking liberties

Another sigh behind me, and echoed by Samuel, and I looked up to see a little smile playing on the blonder man’s face.

“Someone’s awake,” he said. He opened his eyes and I blinked at the bright gold light.

“You think she’s ready for us?” Daegan breathed at my ear, and I heard his smile.

“Always.” Samuel came to hands and knees and rolled me under him.

When it was over, our bodies lay twined together on the pelts.

“To think how long we went without this,” Samuel said. His fingers traced my cheek. As time went on they’d stopped touching my scar, but I no longer minded as much. It had been so long since I’d left the mountain, the rest of my life seemed almost a dream.

While Daegan rose and fed the braziers, Samuel continued to stroke my face and hair. His gaze held a touch of melancholy. “So young and lovely. The beauty of a flower, meant to fade.”

My brow furrowed.

“It does no good to think on this, brother,” Daegan called.

“My brother has never taken a woman into his home, or his heart,” Samuel looked at me, but I could feel his annoyance at Daegan’s comment. “He came to be a Berserker a different way, and has never known any other life.”

“I am still witch born,” Daegan protested. “Unnatural.”

“A monster,” Samuel agreed. “Like me.”

I didn’t like this line of talk. Both my warriors seemed so sad, and, trapped here in the two rooms, they’d become my world. They did not seem monsters to me. Large and brutal, but also gentle and kind. At least, to me.

I thought back over all the stories they told. Some of them I assumed were tales of great heroes of old. But I had heard of Harald Fairhair, the king who united the Northern Way. He was of old, many kings before our own Red King. How could Samuel, once Sigmund have fought for a ruler who’d died so many centuries before? It didn’t make sense to me. How old were they? I couldn’t ask, but I searched for clues.

“Is it easier, little love, to be born a monster, or changed to one?”

“Ye chose the witch’s curse,” Daegan said.

“I wouldn’t if I knew the truth. I lived as something other than a monster. I had a family. You never did.”

“I have longed for one,” Daegan said, and I could tell he was irritated.

“My wolf brother doesn’t understand what I lost,” Samuel told me, and Daegan let out a little growl, prowling around the perimeter of the room.

I glanced back at the dark haired warrior, nervous.

Samuel frowned. “Calm, little love. We will not hurt you.”

“It is an old quarrel,” Daegan blew out a frustrated breath.

I still felt unsettled, and I didn’t like it. I put my hand on Samuel’s shoulder and squeezed. He captured my hand and kissed it. I reached out my other for Daegan and he came closer.

“Our little love doesn’t like seeing us fight,” Samuel remarked, but he didn’t sound upset. He held my hand in his own massive paws, rubbing and massaging, cradling carefully like it was a fragile bird.

“She knows the way to soothe us. Come, Brenna,” Daegan tugged my hand. “Let us teach you something new.” He lay a pelt before the dais and helped me kneel before Samuel.

“Whenever I anger my brother it’ll be up to you to settle him.”

With a small smile, Samuel shifted his loincloth and drew himself out.

“Touch him,” Daegan said into my ear. The dark haired warrior crouched behind me, coaching me as I took Samuel’s shaft in my hand and stroked him.

“Now yer mouth, wee one,” he instructed.

As my lips brushed his cock, Samuel closed his eyes. I took it as a good sign.

The truth was I liked finding ways to please them. On my knees before the great warrior, I felt content.

My tongue touched his thick flesh and his cock jumped. I circled around the pink crown, then, at Daegan’s insistence, pushed my head forward to swallow more. Samuel was too thick for me to take down very far, but I tried my best, backing off and working my mouth down again.

Daegan’s fingers sifted in my hair and he worked my head up and down in a rhythm until Samuel stiffened and came. Cum spilled from my mouth and down my chest.

Samuel sat up and fed it to me, smearing it over my lips and breasts before kissing me.

“You smell of my seed,” he growled happily. His golden eyes glowed.

“My turn.” Daegan took a handful of my hair and tugged gently to turn me to him. I rose up on tall knees and gave him the same service. With his dark hair and golden eyes, he looked like a wicked beast, feral. For all his gentle coaxing when I serviced his brother, Daegan was more forceful with me, gripping my head and moving it up and down the shaft. I gripped his thighs and breathed through my nose until he spent himself.