Mated to the Berserkers: A Menage Shifter Romance by Lee Savino Page A

had told her.
    She took a step towards me, then another. I realized it didn’t matter. Even if we tried to keep a secret from her, somehow she knew. Her hands gripped mine.
    My control snapped. I pulled her into my arms, and she let me, her body soft and pliant. Her fingers danced over my jaw, reminding me to be gentle. My own fingers fisted in her hair, drawing her head back for a kiss. I claimed her mouth until her cheeks were scraped raw from my stubble.
    Lifting her, I strode quickly to our chambers. When the Berserker rage took me, I’d lain on the cold forest floor. I wanted her in the softness of the furs. The simple pleasures reminded me of my humanity.
    In her arms I would remember who I was. I would remember who I still could be.
    Inside our chambers, I set Brenna down and backed her to the dais. She lay willingly, and opened her legs.
    Brenna’s gown was wet, so I stripped it off her. The fabric tore in my haste. “Sorry, lass. I’ll buy ye another. I’ll buy ye a hundred more, so ye have plenty left when I rip them off.”
    I bent my head to her breast. Our beloved’s body arched and undulated beneath my questing mouth. Her breathing grew harsh as I worked lower, finding her most secret places and exploring them with my tongue. Her soft gasps filled the chamber.
    “I missed ye, Brenna.” A kiss to her ankle, and I nibbled my way back up to her center. Brenna lay limp, already sated by one orgasm. “I need ye. I want yer scent all over my body.” I rubbed my face in her secret folds, holding her down by her hips as she fought to get away. “One whiff of me and the pack will know I am yers.” Brenna’s body shook under me as pleasure rolled through her. She still writhed as I flipped her over and pushed my cock into her. “I cannae get enough of this. Never, never.” I groaned as I rocked in and out of her. She was wet and ready, her liquid heat flowing in rivers over my cock. I pulled out and paused before slamming into her. Her body slid forward over the furs. I did it thrice more before she fought her way to hands and knees. Fisting her hands in the pelts, she pushed back against me. We worked in rhythm. Our hips slapped together and I felt my balls tighten at the sound.
    “You’re gonna take all I give ye.” Pushing my body forward, I forced her flat onto the furs. She stilled when my mouth found the tender place between her neck and shoulder.
    Mark her. My wolf growled. Claim her. Our mate. My head burst with the pain of fighting the desire to bite down.
    Brenna huddled underneath me, her head bent forward in surrender. My mouth watered at the sight of her, the fall of her dark hair, the creamy slope of her shoulder.
    “Nay,” I barked, and wrenched myself up. Brenna looked back in concern.
    I felt Samuel’s presence at my back.
    “Do you have it under control?”
    Cursing, I rose. My cock was painfully hard. I would rather rip open my own chest than deny myself like this.
    “Go,” Samuel said. “Get the beast under control.”
    “Tis not the beast,” I gasped. “The wolf wants to mark her.” I realized we were speaking out loud and covered my mouth with my hand.
    What was happening? Her presence both restored and took all our control. Would it ever be safe to lie with her again?
    Brenna sat watching us, naked but for the fall of her long, dark hair. She rose and padded towards us.
    “Nay.” I held out my hand to stop her. Ignoring it, she pressed herself against my body. This time, her mouth touched mine, then worked down my neck and chest. I clenched my fists as arousal spread through me. Her teeth grazed my collarbone. I sucked in a breath. More than anything I wanted her to bite down, to claim me. A mating bite from a human. What did it mean?
    She kissed down my body, going to her knees. When she nuzzled the crevice between my cock and legs, my fingers clenched in her thick hair.
    Samuel started forward, and I growled without taking my eyes off Brenna. She knelt before me, her