Mastered by the Berserkers (Berserker Brides #8) - Lee Savino Page 0,28

and tight.”

Juliet growled, her hips rising. “Do it,” she said.

Fenrir shuddered. His own control was slipping. “It will hurt, little one.” His voice was guttural, inhuman.

“I am strong.” Juliet jerked her body down on his fingers.

In a fluid movement, Fenrir stretched over her again and reached down to open her to accept him. A tremor went through his big body as he entered her. A pause while both Juliet and Fenrir stared down at the thick rod slowly impaling her delicate folds. He retreated and she gripped him harder, her nails drawing blood.

His face taut with tension, Fenrir nudged at her entrance again.

“Give it to me,” Juliet ordered.

“Patience, little one.”

“No,” she snarled. “I have waited—”

He snapped his hips forward, shoving his cock inside. She gasped, clawing at his shoulders.

“Wait,” Fenrir ground out. “Stretch for me. Do you feel that? I’m inside you.”

Juliet curled into him. Her teeth sought his shoulder and when she couldn’t reach, she scraped her teeth along his chest muscle and bit down. He roared, surging into her. She cried out, her nails scoring his back.

“Almost there,” he growled.

“A little pain, and it will never hurt again,” he vowed. He sank his teeth into her left shoulder.

Juliet screamed and pain sizzled along the edges of my awareness. The ache washed my mind clear. The beast retreated, satisfied. My fangs throbbed in my mouth.

It is well, brother. You did right. Next it would be my turn. I would hold her small form in my arms and sink into her softness. I will claim her innocence. And I would mark her so no one would wonder who she belonged to.

***

Juliet

I barely felt when Fenrir left and Jarl took his place above me. My body was open, unfolding like a flower, and it was nothing to widen my legs and accept Jarl into my body. He braced himself with tattooed arms on either side of my head. As he slid inside, he bent and sank his teeth into my right shoulder, giving me a bite to match Fenrir’s on my opposite side.

It is done. The voice bloomed deep in my mind. A presence hovering on the edge of my thoughts. Jarl and Fenrir. And beyond them, a dark shape bigger than the sky, a blackness that obliterated everything it touched. The beast. I jerked away and found myself still in the bed on my back, caged by a huge warrior’s body.

A growl rumbled deep in Jarl’s chest. I clawed at his back, marking him in my own way. My vision filled with the dark whorls and shapes of his inked skin as he worked over me. His chest and abdomen flexed in mesmerizing rhythm. Where the tattoos left off a dark line of hair began, trailing down to the crisp dark nest around his cock. I reached down and touched the place where he joined me. He put his hand over mine and rubbed, finding the place that triggered a white hot burn. Lightning flashed down my legs. I cried out, crashing back into that dark place in my mind where the beast rose up and swallowed me whole. I was consumed, darkness closing over my head. But I felt nothing but pleasure. Climaxes wracked my body. I opened my mouth, but my screams were swallowed by the night.

Juliet? Fenrir’s voice, and Jarl’s.

I’m here. Somehow, I was still alive.

Come back to us.

I grasped their soothing whispers like a tether and let it drag me back to consciousness. Two worried faces hung over me.

“I saw it. The beast.”

“It’s never far. It won’t hurt you.”

“I know.” Ever since I’d known them, I hadn’t been afraid. I’d always known I was safe. I’d seen the worst of them, the beast, and knew it would do anything to protect me.

They took turns rutting over me. Again and again, deep into the night. Tingles spread under my skin, reviving my sore body. The magic that made them monsters, making me whole.

You are the best part of us, the warriors told me. We lay tangled together as the sun came up. As the light broke over the world, I fell asleep in my warriors’ arms.

9

Juliet

I woke alone in the low light. Jarl and Fenrir must have gone to fetch firewood or hunt for food. I didn’t know whether it was dusk or dawn, or whether I’d slept a day or a year. The ache between my legs told me what I had done.

I sat up and tried to comb out my hair, but it was too