The Barbarian's Stolen Bride (Northmen Barbarians 1)

“We have few rules in the village.” I didn’t respond, didn’t even breathe as I waited for him to continue. “I could sugarcoat the circumstance on what happens and why I was forced to endure being your guardian.” I physically winced. “Because that’s what it was. An enduring situation that was forced upon me.”

Teron saw me as the reason his life was the way it was. He saw me as the climax to why he hadn’t gotten what he wanted in life. In his eyes I was the ruin to his world.

“I suppose now it matters not what my secret is. In plain terms, your father found me having relations with a woman. He knew he was ill by then, that his days were numbered. He threatened to reveal my transgressions if I didn’t watch over you after he passed.”

To hear about my father knowing he was ill and setting up a safeguard for me tugged at my heart. But I was confused on why catching Teron being with a woman intimately would have him doing my father’s biding.

Teron smirked then, and all I saw was cold hardness.

“You see, the woman who had my affections was married.”

And being intimate with a married villager was automatic banishment. For both parties.

“He assured me he had other safeguards in place for after he passed that would ensure I kept my side of the bargain, that if I didn’t watch over you, the truth would still come out even after he was long dead and cold in the ground.”

To hear him speak so callously about my father had my stomach turning. We’d had no one but each other, my father and me. No family or friends who’d have been able to watch over his young daughter. He’d been desperate and reaching and probably saw the situation as fate intervening, the gods helping him out.

Teron held his hands out and smirked as if finally telling me had solidified everything.

My life had been forever changed when my parents moved on to the next life. And now it was changing once again. I didn’t know if Fenrir was a gentle male when he wasn’t vicious and killing. I didn’t know if he was a cruel lover. He certainly seemed like he was, as I remembered all those times he sat atop that dirt-and-blood-splattered steed looking like a demon from the pits of the fiery earth.

But no matter what, I knew one thing for certain. It may never happen by my hand, but I knew one day Teron would pay for this betrayal.

2

Fenrir the Destroyer

Lips as red as blood. Skin as fair as snow. Hair as black as coal. Eyes as green as moss. Breasts high and round, no doubt filling my palm to perfection. Form so maddening it was all I envision in my dreams.

My body was coiled tight, my muscles contracted. I was ready for a fight at the very least, a training match, sparring with some of my warriors to ease the aggression and wild energy in me.

It was the only thing that helped when I got like this, when my arousal was a beast in my body, crawling, snarling to be let out.

And it was all because of her, Prima, the tiny female in Kaldir who’d ensnared my attention and desires instantly as if she was a sorceress.

She was half my height and weight, looking as delicate as a feather, yet drove me mad with obsession.

I shifted, my cock so stiff it made my trews feel tight. I reached and adjusted the massive length to the side, letting the thick, heavy weight press down my thigh.

All it took was one thought of Prima and I was harder and hotter than forged metal, my heavy sac feeling so full with the need to mark her, claim her… fill her up with my heirs.

I leaned back, the fur covering my throne at the head of the borð—the table that held my highest, most trusted and esteemed warriors—making a creaking sound as it adjusted to my imposing weight. The borð was covered with our nattmal—our night meal—bread, pickled and dried fruits, fish, and meat stewed with vegetables. My warriors were in a joyful mood.

They were relaxed against their own seats, horns of brew in front of them, never ending as my vaylanin—my staff—made sure the mead flowed and our bellies were full.

The deep rumble of voices surrounded me, but my mind was elsewhere. I felt the fires that filled the numerous barrels in my great hall warm the large room. But I knew something—someone—who would warm me greater.

Ah, my sweet Prima.

After my countless battles, my numerous victories and wars, I saw Prima as mine. My war prize.

I could scarcely wait until the sun rose to have her with me, to make her mine officially. I’d gather her myself if I could, but obligations would keep me from her until later. But tomorrow… tomorrow, as soon as the sun rose, she’d be behind the castle walls. She’d forever be safe with me.