Barb and the Barbarians by Cynthia Sax

Author:Cynthia Sax
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Book/Menage
ISBN: 9781611185515
Publisher: Loose Id LLC
Published: 2011-10-04T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

“I stink.” Barb leaned against Rork, the scent of the stinky fruit lingering on both of their skins even after half a day spent washing in the ocean. The stench of a thousand exploded rotten eggs would have been preferable to the aroma now filling her nostrils.

“You smell like me.” Rork tightened his arms around her, his body partially shielding hers. They sat, naked, in front of the bonfire, the flames flickering orange light over the other men’s smiling faces. All of them were relaxed and jovial as the fermented fruit juice had been flowing freely since the gratitude ceremony.

“You stink too.” Barb laughed, pushing back into his muscular form.

“I do,” Rork agreed, his chuckle punctuated with a hiccup that made Barb laugh even more. It was good to be alive and in the arms of a handsome man, a man who’d risked his life to save hers. That level of caring had to be a solid foundation for love to grow.

“Stink or not, I would fuck you both.” Scar raised his coconut half shell. The quiet warrior, shaken after the saber-toothed tiger attack, had been imbibing heavier than the others.

“Yes, me too.” Pag staggered to his feet, his cheekbones smeared with remnants of the ceremonial paint. They had given thanks to Father Earth for providing the stinky fruit.

“And me.” Yurm teetered on his lanky legs. “I would fuck you…” He blinked, then reeled around to frown at Scar. “Gods, no. I would not fuck our chief, only our Barb.”

Although everyone laughed as though Scar and Pag had been making a joke, Barb suspected they were serious. They really would fuck their chief if he’d been so inclined. The two warriors shared a hut and were constantly groping each other.

Kade’s thoughts on stinky fucking were unspoken. He had disappeared into the jungle once again, announcing after the ceremony that he was going hunting. His forehead had been creased with worry lines. When Barb had approached him, probing for his true intentions, Kade had promised her he wouldn’t hunt the killer cat alone. She reminded herself that he wasn’t one to make false promises.

They’d been attacked by a fuckin’ saber-toothed tiger. Barb laid her hands on Rork’s arms, needing the reassurance of his touch. She’d almost lost him today. She traced the outline of his muscles. She could lose him tomorrow. When they had returned to the safety of their village, the men had told stories of big cat hunts in their tribe. She shook her head. They’d talked like the animals hadn’t been extinct for thousands of years. Shit. The islands were dangerous.

“Barb.” Yurm staggered to their side and flopped down on the furs before them. He placed his cheek on her bare thigh, his breath warm on her skin. “If you allowed me to, I would fuck you stinky.” He gazed up adoringly at her, his eyes wide with pleading.

He was cute and difficult to resist, but control over Barb’s body was no longer her own. “I’m your chief’s mate.

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