Wed to the Barbarian (Barbarian Duet #1)

S now blind, Cador forced himself to stop after a dozen steps. He welcomed the wind’s icy bite on his hot face, his breath coming in soft pants. He welcomed it less on his exposed prick and quickly tucked himself back into his trousers, the rough material sending sparks over his half-mast.

Though he’d just spilled, his cock had life yet. When he’d walked in and found Jem naked and unashamed— wanton— lust had seized him with sudden violence, a tusk impaling a hunter who’d let down his guard for a fatal moment.

It had taken every bit of control he could muster to feign disinterest. He cursed.

He’d been a fool to goad Jem even a bit.