His fingers tightened, and he pulled me off of him, dragging me up his body and crashing his lips against mine. I stiffened. And not in a good way. I never kissed my partners. It was too intimate and I didn’t want to lead anyone on. But the moment Uttin’s soft lips touched mine, I wanted more. I parted my lips tentatively, letting his tongue into my mouth, and groaned loudly as it tangled with mine.
I’d never thought kissing would add to the experience. I lost myself in it, moaning when he sucked on my tongue and gaspingwhen he nipped on my bottom lip. I was so focused on his mouth, I didn’t notice him rolling us until I was pinned beneath him, and he had my hands drawn over my head and trapped in one of his. I broke the kiss with a gasp, looking up at him in surprised confusion. What was he up to now?
Pressing his lips against mine, he said a word; before I could get annoyed at his attempt at another language lesson, he moved on, rolling his hips and saying another word. Sexy words, if I had to guess. I didn’t repeat them, but hearing the roughness of his language against my ear only added to the pleasure. I closed my eyes, listening to him as he rocked his hips, grinding our cocks together in just the right way.
We were both leaking enough precum to ease the glide—it was almost embarrassing how much—and each thrust of his hips sent lightning up my spine. I wanted to reach for him, maybe get my hands on his ass, but he hadn’t released my wrists. I tugged lightly, but his grip never faltered, and a warm fuzzy feeling settled over my mind. Something about the way he held me was exactly what I needed.
“Tavi,” Uttin growled, and my eyes popped open to look at his fierce expression. He looked like the wild barbarian I’d expected when I was first brought here, his teeth bared and a growl in his throat. My breath caught, and I felt myself edge closer to release. And then my gorgeous barbarian leaned over, tangling our tongues again, and ground his hips in the perfect motion. I cried out into his mouth as warmth spread between us, bucking my hips as pleasure crashed through me until the waves of my release subsided and I could finally breathe again.
Fourteen
ZAKAI
Uttin had cracked the code on how to get me to learn something new. I was definitely more willing to learn if he rewarded me with sex. After he cleaned us up and got comfortable beside me, I gave him fifteen minutes to recover before I reached for him again. He pinned my hands in one of his, a smirk on his face, and started pointing at things to get me to say the words out loud. Whenever I did, he rewarded me with a kiss or a touch, leaving me burning for more and willing to say just about anything to get him to touch me, until he finally took us both in hand and made me come.
Days passed in a similar fashion as the storm continued. There were breaks sometimes where the snow wasn’t falling, but the wind was constant, and I only ever left the tent when I absolutely had to. Even speaking with Simon wasn’t worth the effort. It was too damn cold, and I was warm with a sexy barbarian on top of me. Why would I want to be anywhere else?
“Hungry?” he asked, his deep barbarian growl against my ear giving me goosebumps.
I hummed, hugging his arm a little tighter around my chest. “No.” My stomach chose that moment to rumble petulantly. It’d been hours since we last ate, and with the number of orgasms I’d had the past few days, I was working up an appetite.
“Liar,” he chuckled, nipping at my shoulder. “Up. We go.”
He kept his sentences simple, since that was all I could comprehend. I did the same for him when I spoke in my own tongue. Despite figuring out how to get me to engage with his lessons, he was still diligent in learning my tongue as well, which made me unbelievably happy. It didn’t seem there was anything Uttin wouldn’t do to ensure my happiness.
Of course, just because I engaged didn’t mean I was well behaved. I held his arm tighter, refusing to move. We’d run out of the dried meat the night prior. Our next meal had to come from the clan, and Uttin was refusing to go out and get it for us. He wanted to go to the tent where everyone met together. I didn’t want to. I wasn’t looking forward to being surrounded by people speaking another language and ignoring me. It bothered me.
Pestering from Uttin didn’t get me moving. What got me out of bed was when he pulled me tighter against his chest and his cock brushed against my ass. I yelped and jerked away from him, eyes wide as I sat up to gape at him.
He raised an eyebrow at me. “What?”
“Don’t what me!” I snapped, lapsing into my own tongue automatically. “Your cock is going nowhere near my ass!”
His brow furrowed, and I knew he didn’t understand me. He knew a few words in that sentence, but not enough to put it all together. And I wasn’t about to explain it to him. My cheeks felt hot, and I was glad for my swarthy complexion hiding the blush. We’d done many things in bed together, but that wasn’t one of them. I didn’t want him to think me weak, and the thought ofdoing that to him felt… wrong for some reason. I didn’t want to. And he’d never shown any interest in it either.
My embarrassment was enough to chase me from the warmth of the tent. I yanked on my warm clothes and snatched up Uttin’s cloak, avoiding his eye when he stood to get dressed. He chuckled at my awkwardness, taking his time to put on his clothes.
“Zakai walk?” he asked, stopping next to me.
I looked up at him with a frown of confusion only for him to swoop down and plant a kiss on my lips. It left me flustered, and when he opened the tent flap, instead of having him carry me like last time, I hustled out to avoid him. Why was he so sweet? Abdul had made up the biggest lies when telling me about them. These barbarians couldn’t be as evil as he’d made them out to be.
My breath caught in my chest as I looked around. The clan had been diligent in moving the snow out of the main walkways enough for people to move about if necessary, but the rest was almost buried in the snow. I’d never seen anything like it. Every surface was covered in sparkling white as the sun shone upon it. Wind still whipped around, making the snow dance through the air. I could see my breath escape my lips in a cloud, and each tent had its own clouds puffing from the tops of them.
I let out a longer breath, fascinated at being able to see it. Uttin huffed a laugh, nudging me toward the tent where everyone gathered. What surprised me was seeing a few with no tunics in a cleared area nearby. They were wrestling with each other, trying to pin the other, and when one succeeded, they dumped their friend into the snow.
“Cold!” I protested, gaping at them.
One looked up, a crooked smile on his face as he answered. My expression immediately flattened at how quickly he spoke, but Uttin stepped in before I could lose my temper.
“Slower. He’s learning.”
The barbarian who spoke looked abashed and tried again, speaking slower this time. I didn't know all the words he used, but I got the gist of it. “Not cold. Practice makes us hot.”
“Snow cold,” I replied with a frown.
His buddy shrugged. “He warm me later.”
My eyebrows jumped up, and when I looked at Uttin, he explained, “Tavik and Saneth bondmates.”
