It felt… weird. Weirdly good, too. I knew I shouldn’t be enjoying this, but I couldn’t help myself. He pressed the finger deeper, almost like he was searching for something, and I squirmed from the weird pressure in my middle. I figured he found what he was looking for when he pressed on a spot inside me and I cried out in surprise, my hips thrusting into the air unconsciously. Lightning bolts of pleasure crashed through me every time he brushed that spot, and his rumbly noise of agreement said he was happy with the result. I wanted to clamp my legs closed, to stop the pleasure from overwhelming me, but with him in between my legs and my hands caught over my head, I couldn’t.
Pressure bloomed and stung a little as another finger joined the first. He froze when I flinched, slowing his movements until the pinch eased and my body relaxed. He did the same thing with the third finger. He was being really careful not to hurt me, which was confusing, but I didn’t have the wherewithal to question it. I could accept this life if I was going to be treated so gently. Each time my body relaxed and accepted his fingers, he went after that spot inside me again, rewarding me with so much pleasure I was sobbing.
I felt close to release when he pulled his fingers free. Without thinking, I made a noise of protest. I wanted to come. I didn’t care anymore that his people had stolen me. All I could think about was my release.
It was when he rolled me onto my stomach and tipped my hips that I realized what was happening. Fear shot through me again and I jerked my head over my shoulder to look. I immediately regretted it. Maybe if I had kept my head down, I wouldn’t have seen the monster about to breach me. The barbarian’s cock was huge. Intimidatingly so. There was no way that it would fit inside me without pain.
His soothing murmurs started again, and he ran a palm gently down my spine while he coated his cock in the liquid until he was dripping with it. I really wished I understood him. Maybe his words would have made me feel better.
My bondmate had been responding so beautifullybefore now. I hadn’t thought I’d ever be attracted to a male, but watching him moan and writhe beneath my fingers was more than enough to make my cock ache to be inside him. It was only when he saw my cock that he stiffened and the fear came back to his face.
“You have to relax,” I murmured, trying to soothe him by rubbing his back. “I don’t want you to be afraid of me.”
He shook beneath me and I worried the longer I dragged this out, the more scared he would feel. I showed him with my fingers that I could be gentle, and he eventually enjoyed it. I would do the same with my cock.
Since looking only frightened him, I carefully pushed his head down so he wasn’t looking over his shoulder anymore. He buried it in the furs, his bound hands twisting in them as hebraced himself for pain. Tyal said if he was too tense, it would hurt more. I needed to get him to relax.
Shuffling closer, I ran my hands up and down his back, squeezing the tense muscles to encourage them to soften. He eventually understood my intention and let out a slow, shaky breath, doing his best to relax.
“Good job,” I crooned, leaning over him to press kisses along his shoulder. I wanted to kiss him all over, but I thought it was best to get Ugbar’s demands out of the way first. Then I could indulge myself in caring for him properly. I was not like my brothers. I didn’t want to be cruel to my bondmate.
While he was relaxed, I fisted my cock, guiding it to his entrance. Mimicking what I’d done with my fingers, I started rubbing against him, teasing his hole until little mewling sounds escaped his mouth. Then, while he was distracted, I pushed inside just a little. He tensed again, this time around my cockhead, and the groan that ripped from me was a little wild. I’d felt nothing that good before. I wanted to slam inside him, to feel the tight heat around my entire cock, but Tyal warned me not to. He said it would hurt the male. Instead, I did as before, moving in tiny intervals until his body relaxed enough to accept me.
It was a test of my control, and I had to bite my fist more than once to stop myself from fucking him roughly. I reminded myself whenever it began to overwhelm me that I didn't want to hurt him. I wanted him to enjoy it as much as I did.
He whimpered into the furs and I froze, worried. He was trembling again, his face hidden from me. I couldn’t see if he enjoyed it when he did that, so I forced myself to stop so I could encourage him to look at me. I petted his hair, crooning words of encouragement until his face came out of the furs and I could see the tear tracks on his cheeks. The ache in my chest came back.
“I promise when this is over, I will never hurt you again.”
Four
It felt as though his cock was somewhere in my guts. It was painful and my erection was gone, but no matter how long I waited for him to slam inside me and get it over with, he never did. He paused and started petting me instead, whispering in that soothing tone like he was trying to make me feel better. The care he gave me made tears well in my eyes. Even if it hurt, I never expected to be treated so kindly.
He urged me to face him, and when his worried expression came into view, the tears spilled over. How could such a large and intimidating man be so tender?
He said something else I didn’t understand, running his fingers through my hair again. Then he leaned down and kissed my cheek, my jaw, and finally my lips. The angle was uncomfortable, both because of the sting in my ass and the way my head was angled, but I did my best to focus on his lips instead. They were softer than I imagined, and a little hesitant. I was struck again with the thought that he was new to this. For some reason, that made me feel a little better. Maybe he wasn’t the raping and pillaging type like the others who’d kidnapped me.
He distracted me with kisses for a little while until the pain settled into a dull ache and I felt like I could breathe again. He must have felt me relax because he grunted in satisfaction and straightened, grabbing more of the slippery liquid and pouring it between us. I shivered as it trickled down my balls and my cock swelled a little. It had gone down with the pain, but the little tease brought it back to life.
With more slickness to ease the way, he rocked his hips, easing the rest of his giant cock inside me with as much tenderness as he could manage. At one point, the pain bloomed into a warm sort of pleasure and when his hips finally rested against my ass, I felt more interested in continuing.
Drawing his hips back, he thrust back in, groaning as he did. I gasped as his cock brushed that spot he’d focused on with his fingers, burying my face into the furs to hide my moan. My toes curled when he did it again, and I was embarrassed when more lusty sounds spilled from my throat. His big hand ran up my back, gripping my shoulder, and then, finally, he started pistoning into me like I’d expected before now. Only, because he’d waited and taken his time, I could enjoy what he was doing. Each thrust brushed against that spot deep inside, sending sparks of pleasure through my body. I gasped and moaned and even started rocking my hips to meet him halfway. His heavy groan said he enjoyed it when I did.
I lost all sense of myself in that moment. I was a bundle of pleasure, lighting up with each thrust of his cock. The sparks gathered at the base of my spine until they exploded and my mind shattered. I came so hard I couldn’t breathe, wishing he would keep going and wanting him to stop at the same time. He didn’t stop, though. Not at first. He shouted when I came and fucked me harder, his hands moving to my hips as he rode out the waves of my release. The pleasure got so overwhelming that I began to sob, and I felt myself coming for a second time. I hadn’tknown I could so soon, but then again, I’d never felt pleasure like this before.
My second release seemed to be his tipping point. He roared through his orgasm, his fingers tight enough on my hips that he was probably bruising them. When I melted into the furs, he came with me, peppering my shoulders and the back of my neck with kisses as he murmured foreign words to me.
Fatigue dragged at my senses. After my time in a jail cell, the kidnapping, and the sex, I was exhausted. I didn’t know the barbarian still buried inside me and we didn’t speak the same language, but he showed me without words that I was safe with him. For the first time in over a week, I felt safe enough to sleep. I could finally rest.
I becameaddicted to my bondmate. I couldn’t get enough of him. It wasn’t just sex, either. The sex was amazing, and I wanted more every time we finished, but it was more than that. Feeling him wrapped in my arms as we slept, or curled in my lap as we ate meals together. Gazing into his pretty brown eyes as he spoke to me. We couldn’t understand each other, but that didn’t stop me from falling for him.
He relaxed around me as the days went by. The more I showed him that I cared, the more relaxed he became. He even smiled at me and every time he did, I felt as though my heart was swelling until I was sure it would burst from my chest. I lost count of the number of times I tried to steal his smile, capturing his lips and kissing him until he made a happy sigh and threw his arms around my neck.
It wasn’t all good, though. I was growing angry with the amount of times my clan brothers showed up while we werehaving sex. Hozat said it was to make sure I was using him as I should be, but I didn’t believe that. I didn’t like them seeing my bondmate in the throes. I wanted his sounds and the pleasure on his face only to myself.
He was napping against my chest after a round of morning sex when Hozat came again. I was lucky that I thought to cover him, so Hozat didn’t see him when he strode inside like he belonged there. Baring my teeth, I glared at him.
“Why are you here?”
