Kidnapped by the Berserkers: A menage shifter romance (Berserker Brides Book 3) by Lee Savino

Author:Lee Savino [Savino, Lee]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Silverwood Press
Published: 2017-06-13T16:00:00+00:00

Slowly, my strength returned. Enough so when Thorbjorn offered me a draught of bitter herbs, I wrinkled my nose and shook my head.

“Careful, little one. You’re not big enough to fight me.”

“I can refuse to drink.”

Thorbjorn cocked his head to the side, his beard hiding a grin. “I wouldn’t recommend it.”

“Why not?”

“He’ll punish you,” Rolf uncrossed his arms and rose from where he had been leaning against the wall in shadow. He’d been hanging around more and more, though I often didn’t notice him until he wanted me to. Even in man form, he seemed more like a wolf, a wary, waiting predator.

I gulped.

“Not harshly. And not in a way that will cause permanent harm.” Thorbjorn glared at Rolf. “You don’t have to scare her.”

“She’s not scared. She’s testing you, brother.”

“Oh, aye?” Thorbjorn gave me appraising look. “In that case, know that any disobedience will be met with the broad side of my palm on your bare back side.”

“I’ll drink,” I said, and held out my hand for the cup. Thorbjorn set it to my lips, and held it until I finished.

“Good lass,” he said, thoughtfully. The words sent a shiver through my body, but I crossed my arms over my chest and sulked, laying back against the pillows.

“I’m stronger now. I promise. Will you let me out today?”

“Not today. But mayhap tomorrow. Unless you need to use the privy?”

I flushed and shook my head. I had no wish to repeat that experience. I’d sneak out of the cabin when they weren’t looking.

Thorbjorn returned with a bowl of water.

“What’s that for?”

“I wish to bathe you. Unless you’d rather the wolf do it?”

“No.” I’d had enough tongue face washes to last a lifetime.

He smirked, and ran the wet cloth behind my neck and ears.

I sighed, relaxing into the heat.

“I wish to go out,” I said.

Thorbjorn clucked. “It’s too soon.” He turned to put away the bowl, and I struggled to sit up, only to find him looming over me, a hand planted on my chest.

“None of that,” he ordered. “You’re still too weak.”

“Please,” I said. I’d already slept a night and half the day. My body felt empty of strength, but surely they couldn’t expect me to laze about all day.

“You were half dead, Sage. Even now, you’re eating only broth and the weakest porridge.”

I wrinkled my nose, and Thorbjorn laughed and ruffled my hair. “Seems to me our mate is ready for some good meat.”

Rolf straightened. “Then we should hunt. We’ll make her fat as a jarl’s daughter.” He winked at me.

“But see that you stay abed.” Thorbjorn wagged a finger.

Of course, as soon as their footfalls died away, I rose. I hobbled first to the door, peering out to check if they lingered on the stoop. The clearing in front of the cabin stood empty. A few ferns trembled as if a wolf passed through them. Satisfied, I inched out to relieve myself. Halfway back to the cabin, I wavered, and clutched a bush to keep upright. I took a moment to rest and absorb my surroundings.

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