Free Besieged by Jaid Black Page A

Bjorn had pulled Peggy down onto his lap when she’d been taken to
the Commons by Ivara and the other trainers. That had been insulting enough,
but this—
    “Relax, Wolf,” Bjorn teased in their native
tongue. “I am but looking at the wench.”
    Geirwolf said nothing, though he continued
to stare challengingly at his brother. He knew it was ridiculous to behave so
jealously, yet he couldn’t seem to help himself. Always, the ladies had found
Bjorn pleasing to be with. He was handsome with his black hair and wolf-blue
eyes and his personality wasn’t so stark as Geirwolf’s. Bjorn didn’t carry the
responsibility of knowing he would be leader to their people one day so he
could afford to be less rigid in his thoughts and conduct.
    The brothers stared each other down until,
inevitably, Bjorn’s smile broke. He nodded respectfully at Geirwolf, the
unspoken promise to respect Peggy there in his gaze.
    Geirwolf grunted, appeased. He continued
disrobing, throwing his finery to the wayside and stepping before his bride
fully nude and fully aroused. He saw her nibble on her lower lip a bit as he
grabbed his thick cock by the root and walked toward the consummation bed. Her
stare grew wider as he came to stand before her and he found himself wondering
not for the first time what it was she was thinking.
    Geirwolf took a deep, steadying breath as
he crawled onto the bed and settled himself between Peggy’s splayed legs. He
had been waiting to plunge inside of his wife for what felt like years. He had
spent the better part of every day these past few weeks fantasizing about what
her warm cunt would feel like wrapped around his erect cock.
    He didn’t want to rut on top of her like an
animal, yet he deeply suspected that was precisely what he was about to do. For
weeks he had hunted her. For days he had endured the knowledge that she was in
New Norway, yet inaccessible to him…
    His gaze flicked down to his manhood then
back up to a nervous Peggy. His cock was so erect that the engorged ruby head
was painful, his balls so tight he knew this first time wouldn’t last long.
    Geirwolf’s gaze clashed with Peggy’s. Now,
he thought possessively, his muscles clenching, she was all his.
    * * * * *
    Peggy’s teeth sank down into her lower lip
as she watched Geirwolf settle himself between her legs. Cheers and jests were
filling the cavern as males clamored closer and closer to watch the new husband
fuck the new bride. Thankfully the cheers and jests were being spoken in their
native tongue rather than in English, so she didn’t have to suffer from
embarrassment at knowing what was being said about her.
    Still, she had her ideas. All of them
mortifiying.
    Peggy could feel how intensely her nude
body was being stared at by the men in attendance. And perversely, or perhaps
inevitably, her body reacted to the knowledge. Her nipples were so stiff that
it was painful, her cunt wet. When all she could do was lay there, splayed out
and tied down, there wasn’t much reaction she could give other than the
seemingly innate ones her body was eliciting.
    Being stared at through hooded eyes by so
many handsome men was more arousing than it should have been. Being coveted by
so many handsome men while confident in Ivara’s promises that no man but
Geirwolf was permitted to touch her was more arousing than she wanted it to be.
And then there was Geirwolf himself…
    He had conditioned her body well, she
thought nervously. The moment he had started disrobing, that steel-hard,
muscular body of his visible, she had become wet. By the time his long, thick
cock sprang free from his braies and pointed eagerly upward against his navel,
her breathing had become increasingly labored, as if she was panting.
    He grabbed his penis by the base, the
swollen organ looking even more impossibly virile juxtaposed against the
backdrop of his heavily muscled arm with the menacing tattoo of a dragon
snaking up it. Her breasts heaved once, the nipples