The Barbarian's Stolen Bride (Northmen Barbarians 1)

My cock ached, jerked, and grew harder at those thoughts.

I tried to push my thoughts away and relax, and so I closed my eyes, attempting not to think about the upcoming meeting I had with Audun the Dark and Manning the Powerful.

I especially tried not to think about my wife sleeping beside me.

She was actually here with me. She was actually mine now.

I groaned softly and snapped my eyes open to make sure she didn’t hear me. Her body was still, her breathing even as she continued to sleep.

I was throbbing with energy. I continued to stare at the ceiling, feeling slightly unusual and uncomfortable that sweet little Prima held this kind of power over me. Never in my life had a situation made me antsy or off-balance. I was a warlord, a warrior. I had been in countless battles and slaughtered many foes.

Yet she held so much power where I was concerned. And she’d never fully understand that. There wasn’t a way for me to adequately tell her how much she controlled me.

My heart sped up from the very thought of her. My hands shook as I imagined touching her. My muscles tightened as I grew enraged at the thought of someone trying to hurt her.

Fuck, my cock was stiff and hard, aching. My balls were tight and drawn up, so full of seed that all I could picture was filling her up with my cum. Would she welcome me if I reached over and pushed up that transparent shift that covered her svelte, very feminine body? What if I gently pushed her legs apart, staring between her splayed legs at her most intimate part.

Would she grow wet from my touch? Had she been soaked as she stared at my hard cock earlier? I’d seen how her body had physically reacted to the sight of my nudity. Her pupils had dilated, and her breathing had changed. I’d grown even more aroused at the way her nipples appeared harder under her shift, over how she’d parted her lips to suck in more air.

And if she did welcome me with needy cries and open arms, would she beg for more?

I nearly groaned again at the very thought of burying my face between her legs and licking her cunt until honey poured from her. And I swallowed it all. I wanted my face completely covered in her arousal until that was all I smelled, all I tasted as I ran my tongue over my lips.

I wanted to live off her juices, off her orgasms. And my mind was running away with me as I pictured her body shaking and imagined her chest thrust outward as she went over the edge.

The very idea of her orgasming for me had me gritting my teeth in primal need.

I’d keep going until she pleaded for me to stop. But I wouldn’t stop, not until she came for me again, not until I felt her thighs clench around my head as I lapped at her wet pussy and sucked on her little, engorged clit.

And when my Prima was spent and sated and giving me drowsy smiles of contentment, then I’d push all my hard length into her and claim her fully, in the way a husband did a wife.

I’d fill her with my seed… fill her with my baby.

I reached under the furs and palmed my cock, stroking my hand up and down the length. I stifled the groan that rose up and forced myself to stop. The last thing I wanted was for Prima to wake up and see me pleasuring myself like some kind of deviant.

Not touching her was absolute torture, but I vowed I wouldn’t until she came to me, and that was a vow I would keep. I didn’t break my word for anything. Never.

I turned and looked at her, my soft, innocent wife sleeping beside me. She didn’t realize her husband had the biggest fucking hard-on imaginable for her. If I stroked myself a few times, I’d come easily, but I wasn’t going to do that with her sleeping right beside me, unaware. That would truly make me the fiend she thought I was.

And I couldn’t blame her for her thoughts of me, for her assumptions. I was a warlord, a warrior who killed countless enemies in battle. I conquered those who’d taken from me, reclaimed lands that had once belonged to my people. I didn’t steal what wasn’t rightfully mine. I didn’t hurt the innocent despite the whispered words about me that I knew floated around the village.

My kingdom feared me, but they trusted me. The fear was unavoidable, given who and what I was, but I’d shown them over the years I was a fair ruler, that I could be kind and even gentle. Well, as gentle as a man like me could be.