The Barbarian’s Vow (Barbarian Duet #2)

J em’s pisshead brother stood framed by the thick, hanging leaves. Eyes wide, he stared, and Cador barked, “Leave us!” with all the authority he could manage while Jem was exposed and his own prick hung out.

Pasco’s mouth opened and closed, a furrow forming between his brows as he leaned to peer around Cador. Cador kept Jem safe behind him. It seemed to take Pasco a few seconds to register that his brother was more or less naked from the waist down except his boots.

“What are you—” Pasco’s gaze narrowed on Cador’s hand and the flecks of blood on his pale skin. He drew himself up, puffing his chest even though his muscles couldn’t compare to Cador’s. “What did you do to my brother?”

“None of your business,” Cador gritted out. “Leave us!” He knew Jem was surely humiliated to be caught exposed.