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“Do ye like yer smooth cunny?” He lay his cheek on my thigh, his beard scratching me lightly. Wet poured from me and he inhaled, his eyes glowing brighter. He began laying kisses on my inner thighs and soft lips, waiting for me to admit my struggles had been in vain.

Setting my jaw, I reached down and tried to tug his head forward, to force him to lick me as I liked. Daegan caught my hands in surprise.

Samuel chuckled so hard, his laugh shook me as I lay back on his chest. I shot him an annoyed look.

“She grows bolder,” Samuel said to Daegan in an approving tone.

“Aye, she’s a courageous one. But it is a pleasure to teach her to mind.” Holding my hands away, Daegan used his tongue to tame me, laving up and down my soft, wet heat until I writhed and gasped. He pulled away with a wicked smile.

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Claimed by two fearsome warriors, can Brenna accept her place as their true mate?

“What do ye say, Brenna. Are ye glad to be shaved?”

I glared at him and he teased me some more. Finally I nodded vigorously, silently begging for release.

“Good lass,” he praised me, using finger and little kisses on my pleasure bud to send me convulsing over the edge. All too soon, he was kissing and licking me again, and the coil of pleasure tightened in me again.

As he worshiped between my legs, his finger dipped and probed lightly at my bottom hole. I clenched and he shot me an impish look.

“One day, wee one,” He said to me. “I will take you here while my brother takes your cunny, and we will claim you together.”

As his finger slipped in and out of my lower hole, I scrunched my features and made a face.

Daegan’s laugh echoed around the chamber.

“You dinnae like the sound of that, lass?”

I squirmed away from his finger, still frowning.

“Brenna,” Samuel warned, clutching me tighter.

“It’s all right, brother,” Daegan soothed. “Brenna, ye dinnae believe I can make it feel good?”

Before I could nod or shake my head, he dipped his head and fastened his mouth on my overstimulated nub. I tried to escape, but between him and Samuel I couldn’t move to escape Daegan’s insistent tongue. My mouth opened in a silent gasp, and Samuel gripped my hair, turning my head to claim my mouth. I panted and Samuel drew back, nibbling on my lips instead. Between my legs, Daegan did the same, licking and sucking until I gasped into Samuel’s kiss.

Over the next few minutes, I learned something about my two warriors: they thought the same. One would probe his tongue into my mouth, stabbing and possessing, while the other thrust his tongue into my cunny. My mouth fell open, lax, and my eyes were half lidded as two men fed on my sweet lips, one above, one below. Samuel transferred his snuffling kisses to my ears, while Daegan remained at the center of my legs, sucking on my pleasure spot until I shuddered onto the pelts.

In the languid aftermath of my release, I realized Daegan had ventured further, sweeping his tongue up between my buttocks. It felt good, but I fought to close my legs and keep him out. With a small growl, he pinned my thighs and, gripping my bum cheeks to hold them open, vigorously tongued my dark hole.

I didn’t want it to feel good, but it did. I reminded myself that he’d washed me thoroughly. All the same, I was glad when he added two fingers to my cunny, stroking my sensitive pearl to another shattering climax.

“Is she ready for a good hard fucking?” Daegan asked Samuel as I lay convulsing on the pelts.

“She was born for it,” Samuel growled and swung into place over me.

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When Brenna’s father sells her to a band of passing warriors, her only thought is to survive. She doesn’t expect to be claimed by the two fearsome warriors who lead the Berserker clan. Kept in captivity, she is coddled and cared for, treated more like a savior than a slave. Can captivity lead to love? And when she discovers the truth behind the myth of the fearsome warriors, can she accept her place as the Berserkers’ true mate? $.99 and in Kindle UnlimitedWIPimage12

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Today I have an excerpt from my newest release, a novellette set in medieval Scottish highlands, starring menage werewolves. 😀

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Mute and scarred from a wolf attack when she was young, nineteen year old Brenna is sold by her stepfather to a band of passing warriors. In this excerpt she learns her place as a cherished pleasure slave to the two alpha leaders.

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“Our little love doesn’t like seeing us fight,” Samuel remarked, but he didn’t sound upset. He held my hand in his own massive paws, rubbing and massaging, cradling carefully like it was a fragile bird.

“She knows the way to soothe us. Come, Brenna,” Daegan tugged my hand. “Let us teach you something new.” He lay a pelt before the dais and helped me kneel before Samuel. “Whenever I anger my brother it’ll be up to you to settle him.”shutterstock_344430152

With a small smile, Samuel shifted his loincloth and drew himself out.

“Touch him,” Daegan said into my ear. The dark haired warrior crouched behind me, coaching me as I took Samuel’s shaft in my hand and stroked him.

“Now yer mouth, wee one,” he instructed. 

As my lips brushed his cock, Samuel closed his eyes. I took it as a good sign.

The truth was I liked finding ways to please them. On my knees before the great warrior, I felt content.

My tongue touched his thick flesh and his cock jumped. I circled around the pink crown, then, at Daegan’s insistence, pushed my head forward to swallow more. Samuel was too thick for me to take down very far, but I tried my best, backing off and working my mouth down again.

Daegan’s fingers sifted in my hair and he worked my head up and down in a rhythm until Samuel stiffened and came. Cum spilled from my mouth and down my chest.

Samuel sat up and fed it to me, smearing it over my lips and breasts before kissing me.

“You smell of my seed,” he growled happily. His golden eyes glowed.

“My turn.” Daegan took a handful of my hair and tugged gently to turn me to him. I rose up on tall knees and gave him the same service. Withshutterstock_344430140 his dark hair and golden eyes, he looked like a wicked beast, feral. For all his gentle coaxing when I serviced his brother, Daegan was more forceful with me, gripping my head and moving it up and down the shaft. I gripped his thighs and breathed through my nose until he spent himself.

Samuel tugged me to my feet. He sat on the rock, his manhood sticking straight up. I thought he wanted me to lick him again, but he took my hips and lifted me onto his cock. We both sighed as I sank down his shaft. As always, his thickness stretched me to pleasure’s breaking point. His hand slipped between us and his thumb caught my pleasure nub, stroking until shockwaves radiated through me. I convulsed, my hands tearing at his hair. His mouth found my neck, licking and sucking the tender skin. His lips drifted to the thick scar tissue. I tolerated it for a few moments, before tugging his head away. A growl rumbled through his chest, but he moved on to my chest until I arched back, offering my breasts to him as he licked, teased and sucked the tender mounds.

Daegan came to prop me up and I leaned back against him, smiling as his head came down to claim my mouth. His warrior brother finished worshiping my breasts and pulled me against him. Samuel gripped my hips hard and lifted me up and down on his shaft.

Pleasure claimed me again, vibrations starting deep, deep inside me and spreading outwards through my whole body. I gasped and clawed at Samuel’s arms and muscled shoulders. The big warrior roared and lay back, pulling me over him.

“Ride me,” he ordered, his eyes piercing mine.

I struggled to get my limbs together.

I felt Daegan’s hand smooth down my back, squeezing one butt check and then other before smacking it. “Up and down, Brenna, there’s a good lass. Give my brother relief.”Untitled1

Finding purchase on the rock, I straddled the big warrior and pushed myself up and down. My skin grew slick with sweat.
Daegan spanked me for a while to encourage me, then his fingers slipped in the crevice between my buttocks. I jerked up to escape the probing digit, and the dark haired warrior smacked my bottom again.

Samuel’s fingers tugged my nipples, drawing my attention. “Faster,” he grunted, and I obeyed, rocking over him as he pulled my nipples to control the pace. The pain made me clench down on the blond’s giant cock, and he grabbed my hips and pounded me from beneath until he came with a roar.

 

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Fun fact, it draws on the mythology I researched for my historical fantasy novel, Raven & Wolf.

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#WipitUp Wednesday Sold to the Berserkers

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Welcome, Wipsters! Here’s an excerpt from my new release, a menage shifter romance set in the medieval Scottish Highlands. Nineteen year old Brenna is mute and scarred from a childhood wolf attack, so her stepfather sells her to a band of fearsome berserker warriors as a pleasure slave. To her surprise, the two alpha leaders are just as concerned with HER pleasure as their own…

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I woke cradled in softness, my body a bit too warm. Sweat trickled down my bare breasts. My gown was gone; the memory of the warriors stripping me, at least, wasn’t a dream. 

When I moved, I touched a body lying in front of me and my eyes flew open. A warrior lay beside me, his large form in repose. We rested in a pile of pelts, in a dark room lit by a fire. In my sleep, I’d curled on my side facing the dark haired warrior and there was barely a hairs breath between my bare chest and his. shutterstock_344430140

Stretching a little, I pushed the thick fur from me.

His body felt so warm. I wriggled back a little, and the man’s eyes opened and twinkled. I met his gaze without fear. We’d shared only a night and half a day, but I felt at ease with his friendly expression. His smile boded well for my life as a slave.

“Brenna,” he greeted me, and his voice, rough with sleep, sounded clearer to my ears. “Did ye sleep well?”

I nodded. He rolled onto his side, facing me, and his broad, muscled chest filled my vision. Part of me wanted to cringe and slip away, but I reminded myself that this was my new master. I may as well lay there and let him do what he would. Besides, I was comfortable on the pelts.

The warrior shifted closer, his light brown eyes glowing brighter. I could make out every dark lash. Slowly, as if he might startle me, he lifted a large rough hand, and touched my face with more care than I would’ve guessed he could muster. I lowered my eyes as he caressed me, letting him take liberties, smoothing my skin and pushing back my hair.

Strange as it was, lying beside a man I’d never met, one who’d bought me in the woods in a humiliating transaction, I enjoyed the moment, the warrior’s rough and gentle fingers. An outcast who kept to her accepted lot, I wasn’t often touched. It felt nice.

Too late I realized he was exploring my scar and jerked my head away.

“Shhh, still. I won’t hurt you.”

My hand came up to cover the scarred side of my neck and face.

He gazed at me with honest eyes. “You don’t like it?”

I shook my head. The scar was my bane, my curse. It made me too ugly for marriage to a village boy, made me fit only to be a slave.

My hand pressed harder, but he took it and pulled off my face, frowning a little as he examined the weals underneath. As much as I wanted to struggle, I held my body still. This was not my secret lover, or a friend. He was a warrior who had bought and paid for me. I had to remember that, if I was to survive.

My new life’s aim was pleasing my new masters. The longer I did that, and stayed alive, the higher my chances to one day find a way to escape.

I held onto this thought as I stared at my dark haired bedmate, blinking hard to hold back tears.

“Isnae so bad, lass. Just a wee mark. It makes ye different, but it isnae enough to take from yer beauty.”

I blinked. No one had ever called me beautiful. The warrior pulled my hand away from my face and kissed it. His lips worked at my palm, tickling me with the bristles on his chin and jaw. The skin around his eyes crinkled with a mischievous smile.

Just like that, I felt warmth rush to all my secret parts. My womb clenched and filled with longing.

The flood of desire was so sudden and shocking, I automatically tried to tug my hand away.

He didn’t let it go. Turning my hand, he laid kisses down my wrist, sucking lightly at the skin over my pulse. My heartbeat leapt tellingly, and he grinned full on.

“That’s it, Brenna. There’s a good lass.” His eyes caught fire, brightening with that otherworldly glow.

Despite myself, I shifted, feeling arousal pool as wetness between my legs.

He paused, scenting the air. If I’d thought his eyes were golden before, they burned ten times hotter when he angled his head closer to me. Slowly he bent his head, ready to touch his mouth to mine… Transfixed by those beautiful eyes, I couldn’t move if I tried.

Something moved behind me and I startled, then panicked. I caught a glimpse of blond locks as I started thrashing. There was another man in the bed. In my fixation on the dark-haired warrior, I hadn’t noticed the second, massive form.

Before I could rise, the dark haired one caught me, pulling my trembling body back onto the pelts.

“Be still,” another voice rumbled.

shutterstock_344430152Immediately I froze. The animal sound raised the hairs on the back of my head.

The dark haired man wrapped burly arms around my torso. His thigh rested over my legs, capturing me thoroughly.

“Calm, lass,” he breathed into my ear. “Tis only Samuel.”

Slowly I turned my head to Samuel and met the blond leader’s wild gold gaze.

“Do ye remember Samuel? He carried ye up the mountain. Dinnae hurt his feelings. He will grow surly and sulk all day.”

My brow furrowed until I realized they were teasing me. Under the short beard, Samuel’s mouth softened a little from its serious expression.

“Starting without me, Daegan?” he spoke over my head to his warrior brother.

“Just a wee kiss.” The black haired warrior rolled me to my back so I could look up at both of them. I swallowed hard, trying not to show on my face how intimidated I was.

They loomed over me, one dark and the other fair. One serious and intense, the other with a mischievous glinting light in his eye.

Their touches became bolder. One hand soothed down my hip.

The worst was how my body responded. I shifted anxiously as a prickle of heat curled through me. I fought it, closing my eyes.

“Open.” Deagan smoothed my hair back from my face.

I did and he rewarded me, bending down as if to kiss me. He inhaled deeply, then raised his head.

“So good,” he commented to his brother.

“Just as the witch said.” Samuel ran a long finger down the side of my face.

“Do ye feel it?”

“I feel it,” the blond confirmed. Their voices were still rough and deep but they were stronger.

The dark haired warrior reared over me, settling beside me as I lay back looking up at him.

“Brenna,” he said, putting his hand on my chest as he had last night. His voice was much clearer than the guttural grunt it had been before. He placed his hand on his chest, and this time I caught his name. “Daegan.”

He seemed to be waiting for me to answer, so I nodded.

“Samuel,” the other said.

Like my dream last night, their hands started stroking up and down my body. Starting with my face and drifting down either arm, their hands touched and caressed.

Samuel’s brushed my breast, my nipple hardened suddenly and I startled.

“Shhh, relax,” the blond said. “It’s all right.”

“So lovely,” Daegan added, running a single finger down my arm, sending shivers through my entire body. “Do ye like our touch, lass?”

I blinked at him, afraid to nod or shake my head. A part of me liked it, and a part of me knew I shouldn’t. It was all happening so fast.

“You’re ours now, Brenna. We bought you because we wished for a woman to share our bed. We believe you are the one,” Samuel said.

“Obey us, lass, and we’ll cherish and protect you, and give you pleasure.”

I lay stiff, trying to wrap my head around their words. The events of the past night and day still jumbled in my head.
Daegan wrapped his hand around my ankle and I had to force myself not to kick. It was his ankle now, to caress or crush as he pleased. I was their slave.

Fear must have tracked across my face, for Samuel spoke in a soothing tone. “Calm Brenna, give yourself over to us. We have long awaited you.”

I blinked. They’d awaited me?

The big leader stroked my cheek. “We own you now, and we will care for you and protect you. You will never come to any harm.”

His thumb went to my lip and ran over the soft skin there. My heart beat faster, but not only with fear.
He sighed. “I wish you could speak to us. I would give anything to know your questions. Take away the fear in your eyes.”

I tried to relax. These men had bought me but then now sought to comfort.

Samuel shifted over me and pinned me with that intense gaze. Daegan positioned himself at my head, cradling it in the crook of his arm and playing with me hair.

“We will see to ye now.” Samuel reared over me and pulled the pelt away from my body. I couldn’t move as if I’d turned to stone with fear. I lay naked before these great warriors, who feasted on my flesh with a golden gaze.

“Lovely,” Daegan said, and I went from afraid to excited in a few seconds.

Samuel bent so his hair brushed my upper thighs and bent his head. He seemed to be scenting me.
I tried to close my legs and he held them open. Daegan lifted me so he could hold me half in his lap, my head against his chest. He reached down and laid palms on my thighs to keep them apart for his warrior brother.

Feeling trapped, I started struggling. Despite their kind words, I didn’t know these men or what they would do with me.

“Brenna,” Samuel turned my name into a command. “Lie still. We will not hurt you. You are our most treasured possession.”

Daegan stroked my inner thigh. “Ye dinnae ken now, but you will.”

Samuel brushed fingers over my center. “This belongs to us now.” He moved his hands a little and my hips shifted of their own volition, responding.

If I could’ve cried out or made a little noise of longing, I would’ve.

All too soon, he took his fingers away, smelling my musk, then tasting it.

My own mouth parted in a gasp, and it proved too much for Daegan. One hand left my thighs and gripped my hair gently, turning it so he could kiss me. His lips touched mine, pecking and inviting before his head slanted and he drank more deeply of my mouth. I stilled with shock at my first kiss.

He pulled away with a mischievous light in his eye. “Do ye like that?” His brow went up, almost daring me to say no.

I just stared.

Samuel almost grinned.

“Let me try again.” Daegan did grin, full out before he bent and teased at my lips with his tongue. Heat flared through me.

“My turn,” Samuel leaned forward. Daegan cradled me as the big man cupped my face, drawing me forward with tender fingers before touching his lips to mine. Like his warrior brother, he tasted of clean and good, and when my lips parted, his tongue slipped inside.

By the time the kiss ended, I was breathing hard. Wet heat pooled at my center.

Samuel took his time, kissing me again, then offering my mouth back to Daegan. Their hands moved over my skin nonstop, stroking my arms, breasts, hips and waist and down my legs. Between four hands and twin mouths, they left no part of me uncaressed….except one.

After a time my legs lay open of their own accord, my center exposed and begging for attention.

The heat rose in me stronger than ever before, the fire fed by the readying touches of two men. I fought it as I always had, struggling to remain myself, to hold onto Brenna. Each kiss, each touch, each swipe of tongue at my neck or knee and I lost myself a little bit more.

Samuel drew back for a moment and I blinked at the respite. His long hair streamed over an awesome chest. Daegan had a smaller build, though not by much. Every movement displayed muscles on muscles, lean and chiseled.
These were hard men, with hard lives, and I was to lie with both of them.

They marveled at my softness, commenting as they stroked me.

“So smooth. Feel this.”

Hands cupped my breast and I arched my back, my breath coming faster as I wordlessly asked for more.

“Such a beautiful lass. So perfect for us.”

Daegan’s large hands traced down the curve of my hip.

“Perfection.” Samuel’s fingers brushed between my legs, the barest of touches. “Relax, sweet one, we will now give you pleasure.”

 

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When Brenna’s father sells her to a band of passing warriors, her only thought is to survive. She doesn’t expect to be claimed by the two fearsome warriors who lead the Berserker clan. Kept in captivity, she is coddled and cared for, treated more like a savior than a slave. Can captivity lead to love? And when she discovers the truth behind the myth of the fearsome warriors, can she accept her place as the Berserkers’ true mate?

$.99 & in Kindle Unlimited for a limited time!

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Meet the Berserkers

Saturdays are all right for spankings! OTK Sat Spanks-dusty rose

Here’s a wee project I’m working on… a book about the Berserkers, werewolf warriors living in medieval Scotland at the time of the Red King (Macbeth). Mute and scarred from a wolf attack when she was a girl, Brenna never expected to be sold as a love slave to  the two Berserker leaders…

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“Shhh, it’s all right lass. Calm yerself. I’m going to shave ye.”  

His tone relaxed me, then his words penetrated and I scrambled up. He caught me and laid me down again.

“Now, now Brenna.”

“Need help brother?” Samuel entered, a loincloth draped around his giant hips. Before I knew it, the blond sat at my back, cradling me and pulling my legs apart.

“Shhh,” Samuel hushed me as Daegan poured out the oil. “Be good for my warrior brother.”

“I won’t hurt ye, lasshutterstock_344430152s,” Daegan told me softly. His fingers stroked my lower lips, coating them generously with oil. “Dinnae move and I won’t even nick ye with the blade. You’ll be all soft and smooth for us.”

With a wicked smile, Daegan started sharpening the blade. I squirmed on Samuel’s lap.

“Still, Brenna.” The blond’s voice made my body freeze. “This is what we wish. You will obey.” 

“Though if ye don’t, it’ll be a pleasure to see ye punished,” Daegan added with a wink.

My eyes widened. For all their talk of caring for me, they were threatening to beat me?

Samuel sighed and explained Daegan’s teasing. “Your punishment would not be harsh.”

“Just a wee spanking,” Daegan sounded excited at the prospect. “Though yer bum will sting because it’s wet. Is that what you want, Brenna?” 

I shook my head.

“Good lass. Now lie back and relax, and I’ll get you all smooth for us to lick.” The black haired warrior approached with the blade, and I showed my displeasure by kicking out.

“Och, careful, lass, the knife is sharp.”

But I wasn’t in the mood to be placated. In the past day, I’d grown more comfortable with the warriors, and forgotten too much of my fear, for as Samuel gripped me tighter, his hand came near my mouth and I bit him. 

He only chuckled and clamped his hand over my mouth. “Biting us already? Not in the throes of passion. Oh, little love you are so brave.”

Before I knew it, he had flipped me over his knee and swatted my bottom once. It didn’t hurt but I knew it was a warning. 

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I made my decision, thrashing and trying to fight to get off his lap. My struggles made no difference. One great leg weighed down mine, and he caught my flailing hands before smacking my bottom again. I stilled at the force, not quite strong enough to sting, but serious.

“That’s one.”

I struggled and he smacked the other cheek hard enough for me to catch my breath. “That’s two.” The sting worked through me, telling me to stop this mad experiment, and obey.

I let my body go limp over his legs in submission.

Daegan chuckled. “Seems she learned her lesson.”

Anger burned through me. It seemed, in the face of their coddling and gentle treatment, I had lost all good sense.

Samuel held his hand to my face. “Kiss me to thank me for your punishment.”

I contemplated this, then tried to bite him again. A stupid move, I soon realized.

“Not quite,” Samuel told Daegan. “But soon.” The blond’s great hand beat down, covering every inch of my backside. The spanking hurt but the warrior obviously wasn’t using even one iota of his full strength. It was nothing like the beating I expected, and in the end it almost felt nice, for every so often the warrior stopped and rubbed my bottom. The massage muted the slight sting. After a few minutes, I felt warm and floaty, even when Samuel’s swats reached a crescendo. The blows came down harder and harder, then stopped.

“Almost there?” Daegan asked. 

“Aye.” Samuel’s fingers slid between my legs. “She’s soaked.” He played in my folds until I bucked my hips a little.

“Well, Brenna? Are ye ready to be good? If ye are we’ll give ye a reward…”

I let myself go limp over Samuel’s lap.

“Smart lass,”  Samuel laughed and rubbed my back and bottom. Whatever small pain I’d felt faded quickly away leaving a deep aching desire.

My face was flushed and my body relaxed when Samuel helped me up. The two warriors propped me between them and finished the job of shaving me while I submitted, desperate to cum.

“There we are. All smooth.” I felt hot breath blow over my lower lips and sighed. “Now for your reward.”

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