The Barbarian’s Vow (Barbarian Duet #2)

C ador was jealous of a candle.

In the flickering light of a small oil lamp beside the bed, Jem stared at him in the doorway, one hand at his throat. They stared at each other across the plush rug. Cador wanted to snatch up the candle and snap it in two.

It should have been his cock Jem wanted inside him. They should have been sharing a bed, warm and safe together under a mountain of furs in their cottage. He hated himself for destroying the precious bond between them.

He’d vowed to keep Jem safe and make him happy—and now Jem was clearly in need of pleasure.