All Chapters of Berserker: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

They arrived late in the dining room since after they had recovered from the claiming, Brodi had gently cleaned her wound then taken her to his double-sized shower and bathed her from head to toe. Liv had felt like a goddess as he took his time caressing every inch of her skin with a washcloth and soap. When his hands flowed through the long strands of her hair rinsing out the shampoo, she could take no more of the sensual assault. Her lips had latched onto his and she did her best to climb him like a tree. Brodi had laughed and balanced himself against the tiled wall, taking a firm grip of the generous globes of her ass and making her fly again. Walking in hand in hand, engrossed in each other, they were taken aback when the entire room broke into cheers. Liv could feel the heat climbing quickly from her chest to her hairline and she hid her face in the crook of Brodi's neck. Everyone had obviously heard them in the bedroom. She was mortified. Brodi, on the other hand, simply laughe

Brand groaned and spit sand out of his mouth. He pried his eyes open and blinked trying to focus on his surroundings. Cold damp sand. A grey sky and a glacial wind was cutting through his jeans and thin, down jacket. Where the fuck am I?Before he could gather the strength to push himself up, a weight landed in the middle of his back, pinning him to the ground. A steely feminine voice made his blood run colder than the wind on his skin. "Hvem er du? Hvor er resten av mennene dine? (Who are you? Where are the rest of your men?)"Brand tried to twist to see the woman but a heavier boot stopped his motion. "Bli der du er og svar damen! (Stay where you are and answer the lady!)," a gruff voice demanded.Breathing heavily, Brand stayed silent while he tried to figure out what was going on. The last thing he remembered was being in a clearing near the compound, the wind blowing and lightning flashing across the sky. Then he saw Kelda, arms outstretched, red hair flying about her body, and

The woman led him to a small room with a door covered in a large animal hide. It was solid white; likely a polar bear. He wondered offhandedly who had hunted it. Polar bears were exceedingly difficult to find and kill. Brand allowed his eyes to take in the room—a stuffed pallet on the floor, a small, wooden washstand and bowl, an iron sconce for a torch on the wall. The single light barely lit the room. He was suddenly hit in the face with several pieces of cloth being tossed at him. Hva? (What the hell?) The woman was bent over a trunk in the corner and throwing clothing at him. His lips pressed into a white line as he caught the furs and woolen tunic and pants. The leather boots just missed hitting him squarely in the nose. "Put those on," she demanded, turning to face him. She crossed her arms over her chest and stood glaring at him.She wanted to play it this way, did she? Fine. He dumped the clothes on the pallet and glared back. Removing his sage green Henly, he bared his broa

Ulfhild sat in the shadows at a table by herself eating her morning meal. She counted herself lucky she had missed her father this morning. She was not yet ready to face him, and likely more humiliation. She simply wanted to finish her food, complete her chores, and get to the training ring. A good spar with Birger or Erik was just what she needed to rid herself of her intrusive thoughts of the stranger.As she ate, she noticed Leif come downstairs and head across the room. Her eyes narrowed when she saw who he was approaching. The man, Brandur. Thor's thunder! Could she not escape him? He seemed to pop up in front of her wherever she went. Her mood transformed from irritated to amused, however, as she watched Leif try to command Brandur to follow him. A bemused smile played at her lips as she witnessed the newcomer antagonizing the warrior. His posture was relaxed but his expression was mocking. Though he had no weapons and was in a strange place, he showed no fear of the young warr

She stared until the man and Leif were out of her sight, then left the headland in a fury. The man was completely infuriating. Insufferable. Intolerable. Plumes of white breath billowed from her mouth as she marched across the half-frozen landscape trying to dispel the anger and frustration burning in her chest. When she reached the small wood on the east edge of the village, she invoked the words of power that allowed her to pass through the protective spell her mother had placed there. Heading straight for the clearing in the middle, she inhaled the warm air and reveled in the nature that surrounded her. The meadow there lived in perpetual summer with green grass underfoot covered in vibrant wildflowers. Chittering and chirping from the small animals and birds that were found there welcomed her. The wood was her refuge from her father's otherwise frigid, windswept lands. No one could come here but her mother and her acolytes. Only those who were trusted with the ancient incantation