The Barbarian's Stolen Bride (Northmen Barbarians 1)

“Gods,” he groaned again. “I can’t even tell you how good you feel sitting on top of me, your little female slit pressed right against my cock.”

My throat was too tight for any words to be audible, so I just dug my nails into his shoulders and moaned my pleasure.

“Fen.” I breathed out his name. “I want you so much. I want you to take me, to claim me.” I said those words, the ones he said he wanted to hear before he finally took me in the way a husband took his wife. “Make me yours.”

He gave the side of my throat one long, sensual lick before pulling back. I forced my eyes open so I could look into his, and the intense need I saw reflected back at me had a sharp inhalation filling me.

“As much as I want to fuck my pretty wife, the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, I want to claim you the first time in our bed, where I can spread you out and properly worship you.” He slid a hand around my neck to grip it and pulled me close, slamming his mouth on mine, slipping his tongue between my lips.

I moaned and gasped, submitting to him, loving the feel of him sliding his tongue into my mouth and stroking mine, claiming me and mimicking the sexual act we’d soon be doing. Desire coursed through me violently, weaving its way through my body. And before I could grasp what was going on, he gripped my waist and stood, the water sloshing off us as I held onto him from the sudden motion.

My legs were around his waist, my arms around his neck. And still he kept kissing me, devouring me like he couldn't get enough.

I completely understood how he felt.

He was out of the tub and taking us to our room, and the whole time, I kept my eyes closed and kissed him, just got lost in the feel of his mouth on mine and the way his hard body bumped and shifted against mine with every step he took.

I felt my body grow even warmer, my nipples hardening further. I was so wet I felt my arousal coating my inner thighs obscenely, but I knew he’d like that. I knew it would drive Fen wild with need.

Once we were in our room, he lay me on the furs, smoothing his hands over my naked, damp body, his lips breaking away from mine as he breathed out harshly. He stood and moved a step back, staring down at me. I took a second to just look at him, to appreciate the view.

The fire in the center of the room crackled, licking over the wood, casting shadows and swatches of golden lightning across his hard, scarred warrior body. There were beads of water slowly sliding down his form, and I followed one droplet as it made its way down his ribbed abdomen and disappeared into the short, dark hair that framed his monstrous cock.

I wanted Fen so fiercely it startled me, made me feel desperate. I’d never needed nor wanted anything so much in my life.

There was no more waiting. And so I opened my arms to welcome my husband into my body.

20

Fen

It took every ounce of strength and willpower I possessed to stay in control, to not mount my perfect wife right here, right now.

My Prima was so innocent and vulnerable. She didn’t know how hard and rough this world was, not really, not how dangerous it was outside the kingdom walls that protected her. But she had me, and I’d forever make sure she was safe. I’d always put her happiness and safety above all else. That might not be what a “good king” would do, put the love of his wife before the people in the kingdom, but there was no denying or helping it.

It was my truth. She was my world.

She was mine, all mine, and I felt weak because of that reality.

For many seasons, since she’d become of age and even before I’d taken her as my wife, I tried to control myself where she was concerned. It wasn't just wanting to claim her, to slide my cock deep into her body and fill her with my seed, mark her from the inside out.

I’d loved her before I’d known what that was or meant.

But I couldn’t control myself anymore, not when she was offering herself to me with literal open arms. I’d taken a step back after I laid her on the bed to try to compose myself and not act like a beast. I looked at her for a suspended moment, just watched as the firelight licked across her feminine curves, showcasing the feminine lines that made up her perfect body.

Alabaster, flawless skin. Perfectly sized breasts that would be dwarfed by my big hands. I swore I could smell the sweet muskiness of her arousal, and when she moved her legs on the furs, parting her thighs slightly, her incredible scent slammed into my head so hard that I swayed in pleasure.