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

head tipped back and throat exposed, nothing but desire in her eyes.
    My fingers loosened in her hair, just enough for her to lean forward and capture my cock in her mouth. I kept a hand at her head, but she moved freely, licking up and down my shaft before swallowing it down.
    My knees almost gave out. I tugged Brenna’s head back and used her hair to draw her to her feet. Samuel stepped close to her, steadying our beloved as I lifted her into my arms and set her on my cock. Her arms tangled around my shoulders as I moved her hips up and down, forcing my shaft deep inside her. Samuel pressed closer. His eyes met mine.
    Ye can take her ass.
    Samuel nodded.
    Now, brother.
    I knew the second his finger slid into our beloved’s tight back channel. Between my cock and the intrusion in her virgin hole, she bucked wildly. Her nails clawed my back as her orgasm claimed her.
    I came with a roar. I ended up on my knees, Brenna’s body still shuddering as I cradled her.
    Samuel stood by, wiping his hand on a rag while wearing a smug smile.
    *
    The next few days and nights, I fucked and slept, woke in Brenna’s arms and did it all over again. Samuel brought us food and watched over us, but did not take his own pleasure. There was no danger of him losing control in the throes of passion, but it was his form of penance. 
    As for me, I found my absolution in Brenna’s arms. When I left the cave one night, I felt peace where the rage had been.
    The moon shone high in the sky as I left our chambers and our beloved asleep on the furs.
    I found Samuel near the prisoner’s pit. On his orders, the pack had doused the bonfire. The Alpha squatted near the charred remains. He rose when he saw me, and indicated that we should keep far away from the pit. If Maddox heard us, he did not cry out or plead for mercy. I wondered if anyone had bothered to feed him.
    In silence, Samuel and I climbed the mountain until we looked out on the valley washed in silvery light. The Alpha dismissed the lookout, and waited until the warrior had trotted out of earshot before he took his place on top of the look-out rock. I leaned against it.
    Samuel broke the silence first. “Do you remember the day the witch told us there was a woman for us?”
    “Aye.” I let my head fall back against the stone. Samuel had been barely human, his control worn thread thin. Unable to shift into the wolf at whim—a fact I’d hid from the rest of our pack. Another moon and I would’ve tricked Samuel into the pit, imprisoning the threat, much like Maddox had when he chained his Alpha up.
    “Yseult was so smug. I could barely believe she told the truth.”
    “And then ye remembered the village you’d passed through. A dark-haired woman, tall and lovely, who wore a scarf around her neck.” I stepped away from the rock to look up at Samuel. “Ye told me ye followed her that evening. She went into the forest, where she stripped and bathed in secret. And there ye saw her scars.”
    “She was mesmerizing. Fearless. I almost took her there.”
    “I remember teasing ye, asking why ye stopped.”
    There was enough moonlight to reveal the smile playing around Samuel’s mouth. “You asked me if I’d taken a vow of celibacy.”
    “Ye were a monk.”
    “Not anymore. I don’t know if I fully explained why I left her then, but knew instantly she was the woman the runes spoke of. When I first saw Brenna…”
    He paused and I waited.
    “I couldn’t take my eyes from her,” he whispered. “I didn’t know who she was, or if she was meant for us, but I felt something. A connection, a reverence. I’d never worshiped truly until that moment. ”
    “Why are ye telling me this?” I asked, even though I could guess.
    “Do you think we chose wrong? Perhaps the runes—”
    “No. The gods are playing a joke on us, to give us a woman we cannae have.” I climbed up beside Samuel, so the moonlit world lay at my feet as well as his. “I’m not giving her up. We will find a way to