Mastered by the Berserkers (Berserker Brides #8) - Lee Savino Page 0,22

shake free, but he tied it behind my head.

“What—” I tried to ask, and one of them stuffed a piece of cloth in my mouth.

“The time for arguments is over,” Jarl mocked. I cursed him. It came out muffled, but he understood all the same and laughed. “What happened to being silent before men?”

I screamed curses at him loud enough to hurt my throat. Then a mouth brushed the top of my thigh and my shout died to a whimper.

“Easy, Juliet,” Fenrir said. His beard scraped my skin, so close to where my core throbbed. “Submit.” And his thumbs spread my inner lips. Hot breath hit my center. I strained to close my legs.

“No,” Jarl cracked his palm against my ass. “This is part of the punishment.” He squeezed my bottom cheeks roughly, and spanked me again.

Fenrir’s head brushed my belly. I curled away as much as I could as he swiped his tongue over my heated folds. He tickled and licked, scratching his jaw over my tender flesh and soothing the places his beard prickled.

There was a golden wave of heat brewing in my belly. My legs ached from trying to close. Jarl spanked me for that, smacking each cheek until my rear burned. But the pain was not as disturbing as the pleasant sensation curling out from my core. Nothing wrecked me like Fenrir’s gentle tongue.

Desire sang through me, turning into delicate golden wisps that swooped and swirled and touched every part of me. I trembled, straining, no longer trying to escape but seeking Fenrir’s mouth. And when he covered the whole of my sex with his hot mouth and thrust his tongue into my entrance, I cried out, contracting in anticipation of pleasure.

But before I could tip over the edge, he withdrew. I sobbed as my pleasure died.

“Shhhh,” Fenrir petted me, stroking my upper thighs and planting a kiss on my cunny. “Not until you beg.”

I shouted behind the gag, but it came out garbled. I wasn’t even sure what I said.

“Not tonight.” And Fenrir moved away.

Jarl gripped my chin. “Now we will mark you.” He brushed a kiss to my forehead, then stepped back.

I tensed, waiting for the pain to come. I’d been beaten before.

Instead, someone kissed me again, this time on my jaw. Maybe it was Jarl, maybe Fenrir. The kisses were soft, but the beard chafing my skin felt like Jarl’s. I shifted on my feet, dancing as the unseen warrior let his lips trail down my neck. His mouth licked and sucked, painting a line from my chin to my chest. He rubbed his beard over my breasts. I arched my back, welcoming the prickling sensation.

Someone else stroked my back. Fingers ran up and down, thrumming my skin until my body sang. These warriors played me like a lyre.

“This is not punishment,” I breathed into my gag. Someone pulled it away and pressed a water skin to my lips. I drank in great gulps. A little water ran from my mouth and whoever offered me the water licked it up.

“What was that, little nun?” asked Fenrir from behind me.

I stiffened. I didn’t need a reminder of what I was.

“This is not punishment,” I said again.

“We have only just begun,” Fenrir murmured and put his mouth to my shoulder. He bit lightly, then sucked hard enough to leave a red mark. He pressed his full body to mine. Sleek muscle and coarse hair. He was naked. I tried to shift away and his hardness poked my behind. His fangs nicked my skin and he kissed his way down my back. I arched backward as his beard tickled me. Lightning shot down my spine.

“Juliet,” Jarl growled and fisted his hand in my hair. He drew my head back, pressing his bare chest to my front. A shudder went through him and shook me. His cock prodded my belly. I whimpered. He brushed his lips over mine and I angled my head, trying to kiss him back. “You are so sweet,” he breathed. He tugged down the gag, grasped my chin. His mouth came down on mine and his tongue plunged inside. Desire surged between my legs and I rose to tiptoes.

Fenrir’s mouth browsed over my buttocks, kissing and sucking the places Jarl had spanked before. A nip of his teeth struck sparks and fire roared through me. I hung between them, suspended in a dark world of pure sensation.

Then they drew away. I danced on my tether, turning this way and that, trying to find