Chapter 13
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
JAMAL
Given their earlier disagreement, I should have expected Brenek to be demanding when it was his turn with me. He barely waited for Torgrind to wipe his release from my skin before dragging me into his lap and plundering my mouth in a fierce kiss.
I still intended to ride them both, wanting to show my skill in driving men wild in hopes of using it to my advantage later.
But when I sank down onto Brenek’s cock and shifted to my knees, pushing him to lie back and enjoy himself, a determined look flashed across his face.
I barely got a few rolls of my hips in before he planted his feet on the bed roll, thrusting his hips up with a grip on my ass to keep me where he wanted me.
Twisting under the onslaught of pleasure, I let myself fall forward, catching myself with my hands on either side of his head and moaning directly into his face as he fucked up into me.
“Brenek!”
He growled in approval, his voice rough and husky as he encouraged, “Yes, varakai, let me give you what you need.”
I just barely registered Torgrind’s disgruntled sound, my attention on the way Brenek pounded against my pleasure spot, the stimulation just edging on too much after coming so soon before.
I was so focused on that, I didn’t see Torgrind coming until he reached between us, fisting my erection with an oil slick hand and stroking me with the same rhythm of Brenek’s thrusts.
“Ah! Ah! Yes! Please!”
My back arched as Torgrind pulled me upright to muffle my cries with a kiss, inadvertently changing the angle of Brenek’s thrusts.
I clamped down on him, the combination of Torgrind’s hand and Brenek’s cock too much to bear.
But oh, I wished I could. If taking them one after another was good, having them both touching me at the same time was so much better.
I came with a muffled scream, and I heard Brenek shout, his release flooding me as he bucked into me from underneath.
Torgrind didn’t release me, stroking me through my climax until the aftershocks passed and oversensitivity took its place.
Only then did he break our kiss, shifting me in his arms until I was resting on the bed roll between them, my head pillowed on his chest.
I barely had the energy to reach back in search of Brenek to pull him with me.
There was nothing better than to be pressed against them.
I didn’t even care that they were grumbling at each other in their language over my head.
I had everything I wanted right here, and I was going to enjoy it while it lasted.
My big barbarians didn’t just use sex to distract me during our journey.
Though, they definitely could have. After the first time, I couldn’t get enough, and with how competitive they were, they were always trying to one up each other in how hard they could make me come.
I certainly wasn’t complaining about that.
When they weren’t distracting me with mind-numbing sex, they were showing me more of their clan than I’d bothered to experience before now.
Some of it was boring, like when one of the clan members tried to teach me how to weave, but other parts were much more interesting.
I liked the horses, and even though I was still too small to ride one on my own, I eventually convinced Brenek to take me on a ride.
There may have been promises of my mouth on his cock to get my way.
“If Torgrind finds out about this, he’ll put a stop to it,” he murmured, peeking around a tent to check for where Torgrind was speaking to another clan member near the community fire. “We need to be stealthy.”
Nodding once, I agreed, “I can do that. Let’s go.”
With a grin, he took my hand and led me toward where the horses were gathered. I faltered when I saw the bags tied to some of their faces, eyes wide with incredulity. “What are you doing to those poor animals?”
A feminine laugh drew my attention to where a woman with flaming red hair in twin braids was attaching another bag to a horse’s face. “How else do you expect them to eat out here?”
“Eat?” I asked, coming closer to look at what she was doing.
Each bag was filled with grains of different types, and was a light enough material to not make issues with breathing.
It still looked cruel though, and I eyed her suspiciously as she patted the big animal’s neck and sent him on his way.
“Why can’t they just use troughs? Or even bowls would be better. ”
Humming, she greeted the next horse that came over to get his bag of food, explaining, “When we were in the north, troughs were used more regularly, but we’ve been taught by the horsemasters of this country that consuming sand is dangerous for our mounts.
These bags are made to allow the sand to escape if any gets in, while keeping the food where it belongs so the horses can eat their fill.
” She offered me an empty one, letting me look at the material that apparently wasn’t made that way just so the horses could breathe properly with a bag over their nose and mouth.
“And you never want to feed a horse with a bowl if you can avoid it. They’re troublemakers, the lot of them, and they’ll knock it over just to be a brat about it. ”
The horse she’d been tying the next bag to her huffed and almost looked as though it was giving her a dirty look, so she amended, “They’re also a lot larger than you or me, and might tip it by accident.
Then we’d either have to pick the food out of the sand to make sure it's safe or waste what food got tipped in the process. These are easier and honestly, a lot of the horses prefer it. It means they get their full meal without having to worry about sharing with someone they aren’t getting along with right now. ”
As if to prove her point, the horse behind the one she’d just finished tying the bag onto nipped at the one in front of him, making the one in front kick in recompense.
The woman sent the first one on its way with a pat, giving a stern look at the next and shaking a finger at him.
“For that, you can wait until your brother goes first. You know better than to bite.”
His ears flicked back, and he made an unhappy sound, but the one who had stood behind him sidled up and lowered his head for his own bag without prompt, and he was forced to wait.
“It's like they can understand you,” I commented, feeling bad for the horse and moving to his side to pet his neck.
He nudged at my pockets like he was searching for treats, and when I looked around for something to give him, the woman rolled her eyes and handed me a small piece of fruit to give to him.
“All horsemasters believe this,” Brenek said as he walked up, a stallion taller than I was at his side. I hadn’t even realized he’d walked away. “It is a common ailment among them.”
“Faron, give your brother a smack for me,” the woman prompted, and the horse by Brenek’s side stepped forward enough to flick him with his tail.
I barked out a laugh, pointing a finger at Brenek’s incredulous expression. “You deserved that.”
Brenek lunged toward me, snapping his teeth in a playful nip toward my finger, and I reared back, hiding behind the horse I’d been petting to avoid him.
The woman appeared at my side, tugging me away and handing me a bag of feed.
“Never play behind a horse unless you want to get kicked. He likes you since you were giving him attention so you get to tie this on for me. If I do it after I’ve made him wait, he bites me. ”
Snickering, I allowed her to lead me to the front of the horse and onto a stool, guiding me on how to tie the bag to the horse’s face. After it was properly secured, I petted the fur between his eyes, whispering, “You didn’t deserve punishment. They always blame the innocent.”
He made a noise of agreement before his attention turned to his food, and he wandered away.
When I turned to hop down, the woman was standing by Brenek, hands on her hips, and her head tipped curiously as she looked me over.
“He’s got a stallion’s spirit. You need to bring him to me more often,” she decided, dusting her hands off to offer me one for a shake. “I’m Abigail. Clan Horsemaster.”
My eyebrows shot up as I shook her hand, looking her over again. She was barely taller than I was, and she was in charge of the horses? “They let women lead?”
“When they’re smarter than the men are, yes,” she replied with a cheeky grin. “My bondmate was horsemaster before me. Turns out I’m better at it than he is.” She followed that up with a wink that made me grin. I liked her. She was mischievous.
“She’s not wrong,” an unfamiliar male voice said from somewhere nearby.
With all the horses being taller than me, I couldn’t see over the herd and only got a glimpse of golden brown skin and dark hair when Brenek boosted me onto the back of his horse.
“Though I think it's more that they like her better than me. They behave more for her.”
Abigail snickered before turning her attention back to us. “Don’t be gone too long. Faron is enduring a late supper in exchange for some treats to take you two out on a ride right now. Don’t make the poor animal suffer.”
Patting the big animal’s neck as Brenek jumped up behind me, I promised, “It won’t be long, but it will be fast. He promised.”
Abigail grinned back at me. “Then have fun. And try not to fall off.”
“I’ve never fallen off while riding in my life!” I called back as Brenek guided his horse away from the encampment and toward the open sand.
Nevermind that the riding I spoke of was in regards to a cock and not a horse. The sentiment was still true.
If she replied, I didn’t hear it. Brenek nudged the stallion into movement and wrapped one big arm around me while he held onto the mane with the other.
He called something in his language that I assumed meant something along the lines of ‘go fast,’ because Faron burst into movement, and I let out a little yelp as he tore off away from the clan.
For a moment, the jarring movements made me want to squeeze my eyes shut and just hold on.
But it only took a whoop from Brenek to get me to open them again, a laugh building in my chest as the desert whipped by.
I threw my hands out, the excitement escaping me in an elated shout.
My excitement only seemed to spur Brenek and Faron on, Brenek leaning a little forward as Faron picked up speed.
My heart raced in my chest, my fingers tangling in the horse’s mane as we raced through the desert, and a smile pulled almost constantly at my cheeks. This was what I’d imagined when I thought about the barbarian clans. Fast riding, amazing sex, and true freedom.
It almost made me wish I didn’t have to leave.