Mastered by the Berserkers (Berserker Brides #8) - Lee Savino Page 0,44

grabbed Jarl’s head and pulled him closer. “More. I want more.”

My husbands ripped away the rest of my dress as they worked their way down. They turned me on my side between them, Jarl at the front, Fenrir at the back. Their beards scratched my skin as they kissed me, nuzzling and breathing in my scent.

Jarl hooked my left leg over his shoulder and nosed close to my aching entrance. Fenrir left the bed for a moment. When he returned, he drizzled oil along my backside. His fingers delved between my cheeks as Jarl’s tongue flicked over my folds. My hips rocked back and forth as both men fucked me, one with his fingers, the other with his tongue. My orgasm dashed over me like a shock of fresh water. The lodge filled with my breathy cries.

“Naughty wife,” Fenrir murmured against my shoulder. He pressed his big body against mine, rubbing his cock against the back of my leg. “What is it you want?”

“You,” I whispered. I want you, I added, speaking into the channel that linked our minds. I shared the image of me strung up between the frame with arms above my head and legs wide. My body glistened with oil in the firelight.

“Tie me up,” I murmured. “Punish me. I want to feel you.”

“You wish to be punished?” Jarl ground the palm of his hand against my folds, sparking new pleasure.

“Yes.” I rocked my hips harder, but Jarl took his hand away.

“What about the child?” Fenrir placed his hand on my belly. “When were you going to tell us?”

I bit my lip. “I thought you might guess.”

Fenrir rolled me to my back gently, and planted a kiss on my still flat belly. “We knew as soon as we scented you.”

“Your scent is different,” Jarl said. He stood beside the bed with leather ties in his hand. “Well, brother, how shall we punish her for keeping secrets?”

“We tie her up and claim her fully,” Fenrir said and drew me to my feet. He tugged the torc around my neck, then clamped his hand on the back of my neck and marched me to the frame where Jarl waited. As they moved me into position, the Berserkers were gentle but the gleam in their eyes made me shiver.

Jarl tied my arms above my head while Fenrir secured my feet. Then they ran their hands over me, stroking and oiling every part of me thoroughly. I rolled my hips forward, begging, but Jarl kept his touch brisk. All too soon they took their hands away.

Fenrir clapped his hand against my bottom. He spanked one side then the other while Jarl stood before me, gliding his oiled hand along his cock. I arched my back, pushing out my breasts to entice him. Jarl smirked and shook his head.

When Fenrir finished and stepped back, my bottom was warm.

“Breathe,” Jarl told me, and I didn’t understand. Fenrir braided my hair and placed it over my shoulder so it hung down my front. He stepped back and my skin prickled. The next instant, a stinging rain struck between my shoulders. I cried out.

“Breathe,” Jarl reminded me. He placed a hand over my heart. “Just breathe.”

The knotted ends of the flogger struck again. Fenrir painted my back with crisp strokes. The strands bit again and again. When he stopped and pressed his body to my back, I cried out and struggled as the hair on his chest abraded my sensitive skin. My cunny throbbed with a delicious ache. Each pulse was bigger than the last, pulling me under.

I heard the wild and pagan beat, deep in my mind, pounding with the rhythm of my heart. The drums. They were a part of me.

Jarl stepped forward, his naked body caressed in moonlight and flame. His tattoos writhed across his chest like dark demonic tongues. He stood in front of me and tugged my head back by my braid. As he kissed me, he slid his cock inside. My inner muscles fluttered as he worked his cock fully into my tight channel. When my body opened and accepted him fully, we both groaned.

Jarl fucked me slowly. Every time Jarl drew out, Fenrir flogged me again, snapping the leather strands against my bottom until heat flooded my sex. He bent and untied my feet, and I twined my legs around Jarl, pulling him close.

“You are so tight,” Jarl growled. “How do you feel?”

“Full.” When he thrust deep, I felt him in every part of me.

“Not full enough.” Fenrir