Mated to the Berserkers: A Menage Shifter Romance Read Online Free PDF

mouth…there’s a good lass.” My cock speared her mouth and she sucked obediently, still in a submissive haze.
    Samuel lined up behind her and eased inside. We held her up as we scythed in and out, me at the fore and Samuel behind
    He pistoned his hips hard, driving her onto my cock. I kept my hand gentle in her hair.
    She held on to my side.
    The bond hummed as Samuel and I moved in perfect sync.
    My thumb brushed her cheek.
    “So perfect for us.”
    Samuel reached down to swipe at her pleasure spot and she sighed over my member.
    “Gods,” I cried out, my own knees weakening. Vibrations moved up my entire body. Muscles tightening with pleasure, I came so hard I saw stars.
    Samuel grunted as he sped up his thrust.
    I helped lower Brenna to the floor and Samuel went to one knee, body bent over her.
    As soon as I laid a pelt under her body, Samuel picked up her legs so he could drive as deep as possible. He held her easily. Her body flushed as pleasure rolled over her.
    Samuel cursed in his old language as he finished. Below him, Brenna’s body still trembled.
    I rolled her in the pelt and carried her to the dais, laying her pale body out like a sacrifice to dark gods.
    Samuel came to his feet, already recovered. We didn’t take our eyes off the woman before us. Blood roared through our bodies, hardening and making us ready.
    Samuel stepped forward. “Again.”
    Behind us, someone started clapping. “What a thrilling performance,” a cool voice wafted over the three of us.
    I scrambled to my feet, snarling, and faced the tall, blonde woman standing at the entrance. A mocking smile curved her mouth. I’d been so taken by my thoughts I hadn’t scented her approach. One sniff and I realized she had camouflaged her scent somehow. She smelled as bland and flat as the stone wall behind her.
    “Witch, what are you doing here?” Samuel growled behind me, a powerful sound, tinged with magic. He stood at the foot of the dais, blocking our beloved from the witch’s view. Beyond him, Brenna lay blinking, her face still soft from the pleasure we’d given her. Her hands grasped at the pelts, pulling them over her nakedness.
    A growl sounded deep in my belly at having such a private moment disturbed by the unwanted guest.
    “Ye tempt danger, Yseult, coming here uninvited,” I said. “Best ye leave while we’re in a good mood.”
    Samuel was less diplomatic. “Get out.”
    Yseult’s eyes flashed, and I felt anger recede a little, beaten back by worry. Yes, she’d interrupted and shattered a beautiful moment. But the blonde witch was dangerous. She’d never been our true enemy, but we could not control her. If roused, she would be a formidable foe. I reached out to Samuel on our shared path, and our wolves snarled with shared sentiment.
    We didn’t want this woman around Brenna.
    “If you don't want to be interrupted then why are you playing in an open cave in the middle of the day? Anyone could walk in and join you.”  The witch’s voice was as cool and emotionless as her scent, making it damned hard to read her true feelings.
    “The pack knows to stay away,” I said, stepping forward, keeping my body in the line of sight between her and Brenna.
    Yseult pretended to sniff. “I can smell her heat halfway down the mountain.”
    “You dare-” Samuel’s rage choked him. I felt his grasp slip on the beast.
    Samuel, no. I threw my energy down the bond, trying to hold back the tide of Berserker rage. As much as I wanted the witch out of our sanctuary, a wolf on the rampage would spell disaster. Not to mention as Alpha, he was likely to pull the entire pack into a bloody rampage.
    Yseult wouldn’t survive. But Brenna and most of the pack might not, either.
    Samuel transferred his anger to me, and I staggered back, fighting to stay upright. The beast didn’t want to be placated or stopped. I heard nothing, saw nothing, felt nothing but blind outrage. My world focused to a single intent: savage the witch. In my