Mastered by the Berserkers (Berserker Brides #8) - Lee Savino Page 0,34

gold and it clinked. A long pause, then he sighed and straightened.

The priest first looked to me. “Are you willing?” he asked weakly.

My heart warmed. “Yes, Father, I am willing.”

“All right. God forgive me, I’ll do it.” He waved us both before him, and soon I was repeating the vows, and I was married again.

10

Fenrir

Our little bride looked dazed as we led her from the tiny church. As soon as we left the clearing, I gripped the back of her neck and guided her back to the grove where I’d left my pack.

I leaned close to whisper, “This way, little wife.” Though I wouldn’t have thought it possible, her cheeks reddened even further.

When we reached the grove, she stumbled away from me, backing away until she stood in the patch of bluebells.

“Is this why we came all this way? So you could marry me like this?”

“Yes. Does it make you happy?”

“Yes, but—” Her brow wrinkled.

“You didn’t have a choice,” I said quickly. “We will not allow you to leave us. We will bind you to us in any way we can.” I came to her side and took her braid, starting to undo it.

“All right.” She rubbed her forehead.

Jarl loosened the straps around his shoulders and let his shield and axe thud to the ground.

I loosened the last of her braid, letting her hair tumble around her shoulders.

“Come here, little wife. Now,” Jarl ordered. I gave her a little push toward him.

She floated to him, the folds of her dress dragging over the flowers and releasing their bouquet. He held a torc in his hand, a ring of braided silver and gold. I lifted her hair so he could fit it around her slender neck.

“You belong to us in every way,” he told her as he collared her. “Do you understand?”

She nodded.

“There’s no escape.” He lifted her chin and kissed her. When he finished with her lips, I was waiting.

“Do you have the oil?” he asked.

“In the pack,” I said. Poor little wife. She would soon learn how thoroughly we would claim her.

I walked her back to a tree. I’d already unbound my cock. It was easy enough to lift her off her feet, toss up her skirts, and find her slick folds. I rubbed her a moment until her eyes rolled back in bliss. Then I hitched her higher, and let her slide down on my length. She sighed as gravity tugged her down, forcing her to impale herself. I braced her against the tree trunk and drove my hips forward and back. She shook her head, her hair tumbling around my face.

“That’s it. Take it,” I hammered her harder, driving into her over and over. She was hot and tight and perfect. I let her cum once, shuddering against the trunk. Then again, with her body limp on mine and her head pressed into my shoulder.

“Good girl,” I kissed the side of her neck and let her down. I didn’t cum. Not yet. I was saving myself for her ass.

“My turn,” Jarl said. He pushed me aside, handing me the vial of oil.

He bent Juliet over and had her hang onto the trunk, her cheek pressed against the bark as he took her from behind. “Ah, yes. My reward.” He held her hips and glided in and out slowly.

I walked around and felt down between her legs. I touched the little swollen nubbin above her entrance, playing with it while Jarl rocked in and out of her. But this time I didn’t let her cum.

“Change positions,” I advised Jarl and he nodded, swiping a forearm over his brow. When he pulled out, his rod was hard and shiny with her juices. He hadn’t cum yet either.

“Lie down on me,” he ordered Juliet, drawing her down and clamping an arm around her back so she didn’t have any choice. The position left room for me to pull up her dress and bare her bottom. For a moment I was distracted by the pale half moons. I ran my hand over the tender flesh, and cracked my palm against it, admiring the pink print.

“Ah, do that again,” Jarl groaned. He had his hands inside Juliet’s bodice, gripping her breasts and guiding her to ride him.

I spanked her slowly, my slaps growing in intensity.

“Whenever you spank her, she clenches on me,” Jarl growled.

“Tip her forward.” I poured oil in my palm. When Jarl pulled Juliet flush against his chest, her bottom cheeks parted. I stroked oil into the pale valley and