Page 17 of Between Two Barbarians

A breath hiccuped in my chest as his cock pushed inside me, not waiting for me to recover. The length of him brushing against my oversensitive prostate made me groan and clench around him, but not even that stopped him from taking what he wanted.

“Torgrind…” I whimpered, pushing back to take him even while my body fought between wanting more and wanting to push him away. I’d never been taken so quickly after a release, especially one as powerful as I’d received with Brenek.

“We’re not done with you yet, tavi,” he replied, his words tight like the pleasure was more than he’d expected. “Brenek got his turn. It’s my turn now.”

“Yes…” I whined, fingers digging into the bedroll as he rolled his hips, and the last few inches of him slid inside, his hips resting against mine.

Unlike Brenek, who was easily riled into taking me roughly, Torgrind was in no hurry. His thrusts were strong and deliberate, but slower, like he was learning what I liked best and unwilling to rush the process. Pleasure rolled through me like a summer storm, thick and filled with promise, and I felt my toes curl as my cock filled once again and my body clamored for another release.

“More… More…” I moaned.

I should’ve known he wouldn’t be rushed. No amount of begging got him to change his pace. Pushing up to give myself more leverage, I slammed my hips back, growing more demanding as I ached to come again. Somehow, this release felt as though it would be even more powerful than the last, which didn’t feel possible given how amazing the last one had been. But when Torgrind’s hips slapped against mine, the heaviness of his balls hitting against my own in a surprisingly pleasurable way, I felt the pressure coil tighter in my belly, threatening to send me into the stars when I finally gave in to the pleasure.

It was Brenek’s turn to silence me, resting on one elbow near my head so he could thrust his tongue into my mouth to keep me quiet. I couldn’t do much to kiss him back, my attention on what was happening lower, but I reached out to grip his hand, anchoring myself as I felt myself tipping precariously over the edge.

When the steady slaps of Torgrind’s thrusts turned erratic, I had no hope of holding back my release any longer. Not that I was interested in doing that in the first place. Brenek’s grip on the back of my head tightened, keeping my mouth against his as I screamed through my release, my whole body contorting in pleasure.

It was too much, the climax so intense that my muscles went weak, and I couldn’t hold myself up any longer. I vaguely heard Torgrind groan as he slipped from me, his cum spraying across my back, but then my vision went dark, and I let exhaustion take me, my body buzzing and the last thought in my mind being how we would be having a repeat as soon as possible.

Zakai was right. These barbarians really did have magic cocks.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

BRENEK

I’d thought watching my long time rival and clan brother with Jamal would have made me jealous. It turned out I didn’t have time to waste on jealousies. Watching the way Jamal moved, the way his face twisted in pleasure and hearing the cries he made kept my whole focus. I didn’t even care when I heard Torgrind groan after Jamal came, my sole focus on Jamal as he collapsed against the bedding, his breathing heavy and his eyes shut.

He seemed too exhausted to move, so Torgrind and I cleaned him up together, dressing him in my tunic since it was closest, and we both worried about Jamal getting cold in the night. He was so small, and even in a bed roll, it didn’t feel like it would be enough for him.

“We could tie two bedrolls together,” I suggested. “Switch off on holding him each night.”

Torgrind looked about as enthused by the idea of switching as I did. But as we’d learned throughout the past week of knowing Jamal, he would not be so easily swayed to choose one or the other. We had to take turns with him. Something I could begrudgingly admit wasn’t as bad as I’d thought. Jamal was a handful. I’d worry what kind of trouble he’d get into if I didn’t have a clan brother assisting me in keeping him safe.

The night prior at the tavern was proof of that, as well as the following morning when he’d been determined to go back and fight, despite nearly getting maimed. It would take more than one set of eyes to keep Jamal safe. And I’d accept Torgrind’s presence if it ensured he was properly cared for.

Torgrind seemed to be thinking along the same lines, his gaze lifting to lock with mine with a heavy amount of resignation. “Or we can tie all three together and keep him between us. He has made himself clear about choosing. For now, it might be better to continue as we have been.”

I resisted the urge to make a face. It wasn’t as though I despised Torgrind. He was my clan brother first and foremost. A lifetime of competition didn’t make that less so. I just never expected our competitions to end with us in such a predicament.

“What if he never chooses?”

Torgrind shook his head. “We do not even know if he wishes to stay. He is only a visitor.”

My mood soured a little more. I’d forgotten about that. Jamal was traveling with us to the clan settlement on orders from the king to gather information on how the clans have been fairing. He manipulated his way into joining us for a time, but even his time at the settlement was temporary. Unless we somehow convinced him to stay.

“For now, we should get some rest,” Torgrind suggested. “If we are not alert when he wakes, he will go looking for trouble.”

That made me chuckle. “He will go looking for trouble either way.”

Amusement made Torgrind grin, his attention on the sleeping form between us. “We will continue to work together then, to keep him safe. At least until we figure out where we go from here.”

I dipped my chin once in acknowledgement, shifting to readjust the ties on one side of Jamal’s bedroll so it was attached to mine instead. Torgrind did the same on his side, turning down the lantern before slipping in beside the beauty who’d ensnared us both. When I did the same, I reached for Jamal, careful not to touch my clan brother as I rested my hand on the smaller man’s back.

I didn’t have all the answers for how to handle this situation. It wasn’t something I’d ever expected to face. Especially not with Torgrind. But my focus needed to be on Jamal for the time being. The matter would be moot if he chose to leave. And not one part of me wanted that to happen. I needed more time to convince him to stay. Even if I had to share him for now.

When I woke, it wasn’t in the same position I’d fallen asleep in. Jamal had moved at some point, turning onto his side and burying his face against Torgrind’s neck. I’d be jealous if he didn’t also have my arm in a tight grasp against his chest, keeping me molded to his back. He was pressed tightly between us and seemed content where he was, a soft smile on his face.

It brought me and my clan brother much closer together than I wanted, but unless I wanted to wake the gorgeous man, I couldn’t move to extricate myself from the situation. And when Torgrind woke a little while later, he seemed to realize the same thing. The tension was awkward, and we both seemed to let out a relieved breath at the same time when Jamal started to wriggle and stretch in signs that he was waking up.