The Barbarian’s Tribute (Not-So-Savage Barbarians #1)

Ten

I t was getting embarrassing how often I was waking up hard and needy. The first few days after the attack, it was fine. I woke up cuddled against Rath and happy. But eventually the dirty dreams came back, and they were getting more salacious as time went on. Every smirk and smile he sent my way was fuel for more dirty dreams. Twice now, I woke up grinding my arousal against his hip, so close to completion, a stiff breeze would have pushed me over the edge.

I wasn’t na?ve enough to think Rath didn’t notice. He wasn’t oblivious. But he was kind enough not to bring it up, waiting long enough for me to calm down before starting our daily routine. He forced me out of the tent when I tried to hide after my attack, but instead of bringing me to the village center, he left me with his brother instead while he went hunting. Godr was a goofball, and he still hadn’t learned to slow down his speech so I could only get half of what he was saying to me, but I liked watching him train the younger horses and he let me visit with the calmer ones while he was busy.

Squeezing my eyes shut, I ran through what I planned to do with my day. Or, at least, that had been my intention. But instead of ignoring it like he normally did, Rath pulled me in tighter, pressing a small kiss right below my ear.