Mastered by the Berserkers (Berserker Brides #8) - Lee Savino Page 0,38

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Fenrir curled his big body around me. His chin rested atop my head, his arms and legs lay along mine. I’d never felt so safe or protected.

Pleasure had wracked my body, destroying me. The old Juliet, the hardened shell I’d created to keep me hidden from the world, was obliterated.

But the real Juliet, the essence of myself, was not dead. She lived.

For so many years, the real part of me had been sleeping. Now she was waking slowly, a sprout pushing through the dark earth. Most of my life I kept myself hidden safe in the warm, loving embrace of the darkness. Soon I’d unfurl and raise my head to the sun.

But that could come later. For now, I’d sleep, curled up and protected by the giant Berserker. My husband, my captor, my mate.

I woke in the darkness. Fenrir had left the bed and stood by the door. Moonlight spilled inside, shimmering down the waterfall of Fenrir’s hair, caressing the dark markings running down Jarl’s bare arms.

I caught their murmurs but could not make out the words or their meanings. I could guess, though. Jarl had kept watch, and now it was Fenrir’s turn. I did not know why they were keeping watch now. My head was fuzzy with sleep, so when Jarl returned to bed, I had thoughts only for Jarl, coming to lie with me.

My husband.

I uncurled and opened my arms to him. He grabbed a fur robe and in one move dropped onto the bed and rolled over me, and kept rolling until I was wrapped in the fur, bound against him.

“Juliet.” His breath caressed my face. I wriggled deeper into the robe, and so writhed against him. His breath caught and his cock grew against my leg. I stifled a giggle.

“Are you sore?” he whispered. I took a moment to listen to my body. My bottom hole felt worn but the rest of me shimmered with eagerness.

“I ache,” I told him honestly. “But I ache for you.”

I felt him draw back, as if he tried to gauge my expression in the darkness.

“Truly?” Then his hand found my folds, and discovered the truth.

“Love me,” I invited, opening to my legs to him.

“Juliet,” he sighed, and guided his length into my waiting entrance.

I tightened my hold on his shoulders. “Take me. Don’t hold back.”

He thrust into me, clamping me close as his hips worked his cock deep. His lips found mine and his tongue surged inside, claiming my mouth as his cock claimed my warm cunny. Pleasure washed through me, not hard and wild like before, but easy and gentle as spring rain. Jarl finished with a shudder. He loosened his hold around me but made no move to slip from my body.

For a moment we simply held each other, face to face in the dark. He dipped his head to nuzzle at my temple.

“There is no god, no goddess, nothing holy or magic for me but you,” he whispered.

“Don’t say that.” I covered his mouth with my hands. “Don’t blaspheme."

He looked at me under his dark brows and long eyelashes and moved his lips under my palms. "It’s how I feel." He pulled my hands away and kissed my lips, gently. “This is sacred.” He tugged the robe around us, cocooning me in warmth. His cock was still hard inside me, but it felt right. We fit.

My eyes drooped and I fell asleep with his cock deep inside me and his whisper echoing in my ear. “As long as I live, I will worship at your altar.”

In the morning, I rose to a warm but empty lodge. I sat up and took stock of myself. Two arms, two legs, two well-used holes. One heart, happy and full.

I found water and cleansed then dressed myself. In my mind’s eye, Jarl and Fenrir burned like bright stars. My husbands were outside, chopping wood and stacking it in rows against the lodge. I sent a pulse of love down the mental tether, and busied myself plucking the partridges they’d brought in as game.

It was a morning like any other, yet everything had changed. Jarl and Fenrir came in one by one, with logs to feed the fire. They kissed me and took their kill to spit and roast it. When the meat was cooked, we shared a horn of mead and broke our fast.

We didn’t speak. We didn’t need to. This was a morning I’d always wanted and never dared to dream of—me and my husbands together, working and eating