Enslaved by a Barbarian

Author:Anitra Lynn McLeod [McLeod, Anitra Lynn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: erotic MM, Romance MM
Published: 2013-03-19T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

“Go away, Nemro.” Axoev wondered why his relaxed and peaceful companion had turned so scared so fast. All he had to see was the side of Nemro’s face to recognize him. “The scent is gone. The fire is dying down.”

“I am here to put out the fire as my duty calls.”

Axoev couldn’t remember a time when Nemro was eager to douse the fire. He was only keen to do so now because he didn’t want Axoev and Darin to have any more enjoyment than they’d already had.

“Why didn’t you join us?” Axoev wasn’t certain if Nemro had ever attended a passion fire since this was Axoev’s first.

“I don’t need to find myself a woman to share my blanket.”

Axoev thought it was more likely that Nemro couldn’t find one rather than he didn’t want to, but Axoev was in too peaceful of a mood to antagonize the most difficult member of the clan. From talking with other clan leaders, Axoev had become aware that every clan had at least one person who was difficult. It was simply a part of life. No matter how good Nemro had it, he always saw himself with less than someone else.

As if to prove Axoev’s point, Nemro snarled, “I will not fight for one woman when there are those greedy men who take two.”

“Sieg doesn’t take them. They willingly seek him out.” Axoev looked at Darin, who seemed to be clinging a little tighter to him than he had before. Clearly, he didn’t like Nemro. “Sieg is popular.”

Darin grinned. “I noticed.”

“Do you know why he’s well liked?” Axoev asked Nemro while keeping his attention on Darin. He looked so beautiful that Axoev wanted to hold him in his mind in this moment for always.

“He gives them things.” Nemro fairly spat the words.

“He might, but he gives without expectation.”

“Women are fools.” When Darin tightened up, Axoev realized Nemro was looking at him, making him uncomfortable. “I think I will capture myself a faunsha.”

“You will have to be quick.” Axoev spared Nemro a glance while tightening his hold on Darin possessively. “And you will have to hunt elsewhere.”

There was a moment where Axoev thought Nemro would challenge him for Darin. A spark of longing and need pulsed in his gaze, but then it was gone, eaten up by a clear feeling of doubt. Between them, Axoev was the smaller man, but he was stronger. And they both knew it. Time after time, Axoev had had to prove himself in the clan. When it became clear he simply wouldn’t give up, he gained respect. When he also showed compassion by not killing Nemro when he had the right to do so, he gained gratitude. Unfortunately, the only member of the clan who didn’t appreciate Axoev’s leadership role was the very man he could have killed. It seemed rather than value his life, Nemro hated Axoev for making him look weak. The truth was that Nemro was ungrateful of all things.

Nemro spun on his heel. He grasped a large stick and proceeded to stir the fire, separating the embers.

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