Page 30 of The Barbarian's Claim
“C-c-can I…” He trailed off, and a hint of unease crossed his expression.
“What do you need, Matthew?” I prompted again. I wanted him to be able to tell me what he needed from me. If he felt safe to use his voice with someone, I wanted it to be me.
Sucking in a slow breath, he pushed lightly against my shoulder. I let him move me onto my back, watching as he straddled me. His cheeks were pink, and he looked hesitant, but my cock twitched when I realized what he wanted. I had to grip his hips to stop him because every inch of me wanted him to do as he wished.
“Tell me,” I urged through gritted teeth.
“I-I w-w-want to r-ride you,” he whispered, his voice so low I almost didn’t hear him. But it was enough for me. Reaching between us, I positioned my cock, guiding him to take it. He moaned as he sank down, his face twisted up in pleasure. I felt breathless watching him rock his hips, slowly sinking down to take all of me. He was beautiful like this, taking what he wanted from me. Only the desperate need to come kept me from demanding he stay right where he was for the rest of the night.
MATTHEW
I didn’t understand how I could feel impossibly fuller in this position than when I’d been on my hands and knees. But I did. It was a delicious sensation of fullness, just on the edge of too much, and when my rear was finally flush with his hips, I had to take a minute to give my body time to adjust.
“Einar…” I breathed. Somehow, when I was tired or lost in pleasure, I could say his name without a tremor. It was only one word, but it felt important to me.
I couldn’t focus on it for long. Einar gripped my hips tightly, lifting me and settling me back down again, showing me how to ride him properly. A moan ripped from me at the motion, and Ilost all train of thought, my mind blank except for the pleasure coursing through me.
Balancing with my hands on his chest, I rode him until my thighs burned, chasing every ounce of pleasure he could give me. I felt powerful on top of him, in control of the speed and strength of each thrust, but after a while, my thrusts lost their rhythm. It was exhausting being on top.
Steadying me with his grip on my hips, Einar took over, thrusting his hips up to meet mine. I fell forward from the force, my hands planted on either side of his head. It changed the angle, and I cried out in surprise as he hit a pleasurable spot mercilessly with the new position. My body, which had already been edging toward release, tightened, and I knew I wouldn’t last. I could only watch as his face twisted with ferocity as he fucked up into me. It was the first time I could see his face while we were intimate, and it only made things that much better. When he bared his teeth, it set me off, and I came with a cry, squeezing my eyes shut as I spilled my seed across his stomach. I rode it out, moaning wildly, and barely had time to open my eyes before I saw his widen, and relief and ecstasy overtook his face. He filled my channel until his release spilled from me, and I felt my cock twitch as one last burst of cum escaped.
Collapsing on top of him, I fought to catch my breath. Despite having a nap earlier, I was exhausted, and lying on top of Einar was surprisingly comfortable. My eyes drifted shut as my breathing settled, the warmth of him sinking into my skin.
A low rumbling chuckle vibrated against my ear. “Zoragar, we need to clean up first before sleep.”
I let out a little moan of protest, nuzzling my face against his fuzzy chest. I was content where I was. His cock was still inside me, and I was warm. Why did I need to move?
“It will not be pleasant if we don’t clean up,” he said plainly.
I still did not care. After the heartache of the afternoon, I didn't want to move away from him. Just like this, I was happy. I could stay in this exact spot for the rest of my life.
Twenty
MATTHEW
Iregretted my choices the next morning. Einar never told me the cum on our skin would cause us to stick together. Not only that, but dried seed was hard to remove, and it took another visit to the river and quite a bit of scrubbing to get it off. Einar looked amused the entire time, like he enjoyed me learning my lesson, but I couldn’t regret it. I had the best sleep of my life lying on top of him. His warmth and that ever-present feeling of safety surrounded me all night. I fought against the need to rise for the day because I enjoyed it so much.
Trembling from the cold of the river, I huddled close to the fire after we arrived back at our tent. Einar told me to wait there and warm up while he hunted our breakfast, and while I still wished to follow him around like a puppy, I felt safe enough to stay put. I added another log to the flames, careful not to smother it, and was considering trying my hand at chopping more when a familiar voice spoke, the sneer evident before I even looked up.
“The rumors are true, then,” Orn said. “You bonded with the clan recluse.”
Looking up at him warily, I studied my first protector. He had always been annoyed with me, especially when I wouldn’t speak with him, but he had never looked at me with such disdain before. It was a look similar to that of the townsfolk that I lived with before. Like he was disgusted with me.
When I didn’t reply, his lip lifted in a scowl. “Still a lifeless waste of space, I see. It is a wonder that Orthorr allowed you to join our clan. You add no value. At least the other male tributes contribute in some way. What do you bring to the clan aside from another mouth to feed?”
My stomach sank at his words. I hadn’t realized I needed to work. Einar had never said anything. But maybe I should have known without being told. I had always been told I was slow. I should have thought of it myself.
Orn continued on, enjoying the way his words hurt me. “He should be thanking me. Had I not saved your life, he would still be alone. Then again, since you refuse to even speak, I doubt it is much different. You are worse than a decorative pot. At least a pot looks nice. You look like a waif with?—”
His words cut off suddenly. My gaze had been locked on my feet while he berated me, and I didn’t see what happened, but when I looked up, Orn sank to the ground with a groan, cupping himself, and Simon stood behind him, fury written all over his face.
“Your mouth must be jealous of your ass with the amount of shit spewing from your lips,” he sneered, marching around Orn to stand in front of me. “Are you really so pathetic that you would seek out Matthew just to insult him? It’s no wonder you were removed from being his protector. I doubt there is a decent bone in your body.”
“Fuck you, whore,” Orn gritted between clenched teeth as he staggered to his feet. From the way he held himself, it was obvious that Simon had kicked him in his intimate area. I winced internally at the thought.
“Like I would waste my time crawling into bed with a piece of shit like you,” Simon tossed back. “I doubt anyone would sink that low.”
Orn bared his teeth, his fury building. I feared for Simon, since he was so much smaller than Orn, but the second Orn took a step toward him, Simon pulled out two small daggers, his stance ready and willing for a fight.
