Mated to the Berserkers: A Menage Shifter Romance by Lee Savino Page B
Authors: Lee Savino
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pounding at the wall of control Samuel kept high at all times.
Samuel, perhaps I should go instead, I spoke along the brother bond. He turned his furious expression on me and I bowed my head at his show of power.
“Get her inside,” he ordered. Before the intruder catches her scent.
“Come, Brenna.” I cursed myself as I pulled her along. Her first time with the pack, and she gave challenge to Siebold, and then attracted an intruder? The excursion couldn’t have gone any worse.
At the mouth of the cave, Brenna tugged at my hand, forcing me to face her. She put a hand on my arm, face contorted with a worried expression.
“He’ll be alright lass. Save yer worry for any intruder. They’ll face the Alpha’s wrath.” She nodded and accepted my kiss, though she still looked concerned. “Do ye truly believe Samuel will be hurt?” I teased gently. “Have a little more faith in your Berserker mates.” The word ‘mate’ rolled off my tongue before I could catch it.
We were halfway to our chambers when I heard something following us. I whirled and thrust Brenna behind me at the same time.
The little red wolf slinking after us whined in apology.
“Och, ‘tis only Fergus. ”
Fergus dropped a leather pouch at my feet.
“I thank ye,” I told the little wolf. Fergus gave a toothy grin and loped off. I opened and grinned at the small polished wooden object inside. “Finally, something good on this shite day.” Both Brenna and I needed a distraction, and now I had it. I grabbed Brenna’s hand and tugged her to the bathing chamber to play with our new toy.
*
“Tell me, Brenna, what do ye think of this last visit to the pack?” I asked as soon as we reached the bathing pool.
She pressed her lips together. Her first sight of the pack, she’d almost run screaming off the mountain.
“Ye did well, up until the end when ye were staring at Siebold. Tell me truly: did you look him in the eye?”
Brenna crossed her arms in front of her before she nodded.
“I thought so. As much as I’d like to give that piker a good thrashing, rules are rules. Wulfgar or another wolf might let yer behavior pass, but Siebold will demand punishment.”
I ran a soothing hand down her stiff back.
“Dinnae be afraid. Ye learn our ways, soon enough.” I squeezed her bottom through her dress. “I dinnae want to warm yer bottom so soon after yer last spanking. But I have a little reminder for ye to keep our commands.” I stepped back. “Take off yer clothes.” I smacked her bottom to urge her along, and went and got supplies to shave her smooth.
Naked, Brenna took her place in front of me on the rock, lying back with her knees bent and feet flat on the stone.
I settled in, running a finger down her pink lower lips, enjoying the sight and feel of slight fuzz. Shaving her was usually my chore and delight, and she was used to it. Both Samuel and I enjoyed the feel of her silky skin.
“Legs wide apart,” I ordered, even though she’d already spread wide enough. With a sigh, she obeyed, waiting placidly for me to get on with it. She twisted her fingers together but other than that showed no sign of nervousness.
With great care I honed the blade. I took my time oiling her plump lips, running a thumb up and down until her breathing quickened. She shifted her bottom on the stone and I pinched her. “Be still, lass.”
I heard her huff above my head, and lowered mine to hide a grin. Her cunny flushed and her little nub perked up, ready for my attentions once my task was done.
When her cunny was smooth, I ran my oiled hands up her legs. She’d shaved them herself, earlier, and I enjoyed the silky skin, massaging and pressing a few kisses from ankle to knee.
Brenna spread her legs even wider as if inviting me to spend more time at her center. After shaving her I usually teased her to an orgasm or two.
Brenna look disappointed when I stood up and sat beside her.
“Ye did well. Almost done. Come lie across my lap,
Samuel, perhaps I should go instead, I spoke along the brother bond. He turned his furious expression on me and I bowed my head at his show of power.
“Get her inside,” he ordered. Before the intruder catches her scent.
“Come, Brenna.” I cursed myself as I pulled her along. Her first time with the pack, and she gave challenge to Siebold, and then attracted an intruder? The excursion couldn’t have gone any worse.
At the mouth of the cave, Brenna tugged at my hand, forcing me to face her. She put a hand on my arm, face contorted with a worried expression.
“He’ll be alright lass. Save yer worry for any intruder. They’ll face the Alpha’s wrath.” She nodded and accepted my kiss, though she still looked concerned. “Do ye truly believe Samuel will be hurt?” I teased gently. “Have a little more faith in your Berserker mates.” The word ‘mate’ rolled off my tongue before I could catch it.
We were halfway to our chambers when I heard something following us. I whirled and thrust Brenna behind me at the same time.
The little red wolf slinking after us whined in apology.
“Och, ‘tis only Fergus. ”
Fergus dropped a leather pouch at my feet.
“I thank ye,” I told the little wolf. Fergus gave a toothy grin and loped off. I opened and grinned at the small polished wooden object inside. “Finally, something good on this shite day.” Both Brenna and I needed a distraction, and now I had it. I grabbed Brenna’s hand and tugged her to the bathing chamber to play with our new toy.
*
“Tell me, Brenna, what do ye think of this last visit to the pack?” I asked as soon as we reached the bathing pool.
She pressed her lips together. Her first sight of the pack, she’d almost run screaming off the mountain.
“Ye did well, up until the end when ye were staring at Siebold. Tell me truly: did you look him in the eye?”
Brenna crossed her arms in front of her before she nodded.
“I thought so. As much as I’d like to give that piker a good thrashing, rules are rules. Wulfgar or another wolf might let yer behavior pass, but Siebold will demand punishment.”
I ran a soothing hand down her stiff back.
“Dinnae be afraid. Ye learn our ways, soon enough.” I squeezed her bottom through her dress. “I dinnae want to warm yer bottom so soon after yer last spanking. But I have a little reminder for ye to keep our commands.” I stepped back. “Take off yer clothes.” I smacked her bottom to urge her along, and went and got supplies to shave her smooth.
Naked, Brenna took her place in front of me on the rock, lying back with her knees bent and feet flat on the stone.
I settled in, running a finger down her pink lower lips, enjoying the sight and feel of slight fuzz. Shaving her was usually my chore and delight, and she was used to it. Both Samuel and I enjoyed the feel of her silky skin.
“Legs wide apart,” I ordered, even though she’d already spread wide enough. With a sigh, she obeyed, waiting placidly for me to get on with it. She twisted her fingers together but other than that showed no sign of nervousness.
With great care I honed the blade. I took my time oiling her plump lips, running a thumb up and down until her breathing quickened. She shifted her bottom on the stone and I pinched her. “Be still, lass.”
I heard her huff above my head, and lowered mine to hide a grin. Her cunny flushed and her little nub perked up, ready for my attentions once my task was done.
When her cunny was smooth, I ran my oiled hands up her legs. She’d shaved them herself, earlier, and I enjoyed the silky skin, massaging and pressing a few kisses from ankle to knee.
Brenna spread her legs even wider as if inviting me to spend more time at her center. After shaving her I usually teased her to an orgasm or two.
Brenna look disappointed when I stood up and sat beside her.
“Ye did well. Almost done. Come lie across my lap,