The Barbarian's Stolen Bride (Northmen Barbarians 1)

My sweet, sweet wife.

I ached for her, yearned for her. I had since the moment she’d come of age, when she’d become a woman at eighteen.

And soon my sweet Prima would know that. She would see me not as some bloodthirsty bastard, but as her husband who would protect her at all costs, who would gladly lay down his life to make sure she survived.

I quietly and slowly got out from under the furs, knowing there would be no sleep for me tonight, not with her lying beside me, her very scent surrounding me and driving me crazy with lust.

I didn’t bother dressing as I made my way out of the room and to my personal bathing chamber. Maybe a soak would help ease my desire.

During this time, when everyone was settling in for the night, the castle was quiet, the thralla already done for the evening, and the only ones active were my guards patrolling the kingdom. Although they did not come to my personal space. I could protect me and mine better than anyone else, and when it came to Prima, I was protective and territorial of her. The very thought of any male even looking at her could send me into a blind rage.

I entered the bathing chamber and headed right for the pool, seeing it still filled, the water now chilled. It would be drained in the morning and refilled with hot water and accented with oils and dried flowers to soften her already perfect skin.

I stood there and stared down at the pool, and the very idea that Prima had been naked in that water, the gentle waves from her slight form moving around, lapping at her body, had my cock jerking madly. Knowing I was about to be in the same pool, use the same water she had, had desire claiming me and taking hold like a feral beast latching on to a limb and refusing to let go.

And as I stepped into the chilled water, I prayed the coldness helped diminish my erection and not heighten my arousal further.

I moved over to one of the stone benches within the pool and sat, resting my arms over the ledge and letting my head hang back on my neck as I closed my eyes. I tried to relax, tried to calm myself. But I had a hundred different things fighting for supremacy within my mind.

The meeting with the other warlords.

Always making sure the kingdom was looked after.

Ensuring the villagers were taken care of, everyone having enough to survive.

Although the village was a network all on its own, the heart of the kingdom, and therefore the villagers traded and created, sold and bartered what they produced, it was still my responsibility as their leader to ensure that once the brutal winter came, everyone survived.

I sat there for long moments, my eyes closed, my breathing semi-normal as I tried in vain to relax. But it was a failure from the start. I found myself dipping one hand under the water to wrap my palm around my aching shaft. A massive shudder moved through me just from the feel of my grip. But it was a pale comparison to the ecstasy I knew I would feel with Prima.

And that’s what I thought about as I started stroking myself. My muscles clenched as I let myself feel the rolling and powerful need for my wife course through me. I tightened my hand, my thoughts only on my Prima.

I twisted my hand at the crown, and added more pressure when I got down to the base. The breath left me harshly, and I curled the fingers of my free hand tightly over the stone edge of the bathing pool.

I should’ve gotten out so my spend didn’t fill the bathing tub, but I couldn’t move, the pleasure too intense.

And I couldn’t lie and not admit that it turned me on knowing I was coming in the same water my wife had bathed in.

A groan tore from me at that thought, and I increased my pace, pumping my hand up and down my cock even faster. I hissed out as I felt my balls draw up tighter, my orgasm perilously close.

A growling noise left my chest as I pumped my hand faster, my grip firm as I thought about my wife. I pictured her spread out for me on my furs—on our furs—her expression needy and full of want.

“Fill me, Fen. Push your cock into me and stretch me. Claim me.”

My fantasies conjured her plea in my mind, and I groaned anew as I felt my orgasm rise violently to the surface. I started panting, the breath leaving me harshly from how powerful my need was.

I let my head rest against the lip of the pool as my orgasm claimed me. I groaned out Prima’s name as I came, the pleasure causing me to shudder again and again. I opened my eyes and saw my seed spurt out of me in thick, white ropes and imagined Prima in the water with me, my cum moving against her skin.