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belong to than Wulfgar.”
Aron said nothing. There was nothing to say. He would not enjoy it. He did not want to enjoy it. He just wanted to hurry the next year along, and for it to be over with, so he could forget he had ever made that cursed agreement with the thane.
Roman bit his upper lip lightly and reached for the bottle of amber oil, giving Aron a hesitant look. “I’m supposed to relax and prepare you for him….” He had no desire for Aron to get angry and threatening with him. Brawling with the young man would not be a very good idea, but he had duties he was expected to perform.
He took a steadying breath and tried to offer the Aron a smile. He reached out one slim hand to help him up from the floor. “I won’t hurt you, Aron, I promise, and if I do anything that makes you too uncomfortable, then you can tell me to stop. The more relaxed you are, the less it will hurt.”
Aron hesitated, then slowly reached his hand up, allowing the slave to haul him to his feet. Roman could feel the tension returning in in the other man as he led Aron to the large bed, but it seemed he could not summon up the energy to resist him. Good, Roman thought. Aron would need all of his strength for the night to come.
Roman did not think that Aron intended to resist the thane, but he did know that Aron would not be greeting Wulfgar with the soft smiles and demure looks that Roman gave him. Wulfgar would have him, but Roman did not doubt that Aron would make sure that the thane knew the entire time that it wasn’t because he was an eager bed partner.
Roman poured some of the oil into his palms, rubbing them lightly together to warm it as Aron stretched out on his back, before bringing his hands to the young thrall’s shoulders and beginning to knead the tension away. He kept his touch impersonal and his eyes averted from Aron’s gaze. He knew, were he Aron, he would want no one to see his shame.
Roman could certainly see why Wulfgar had wanted Aron. He was a beautiful young man, with his piercing blue eyes and perfectly made body. He couldn’t imagine why Wulfgar would think the boy was tamable, however. Aron was too spirited for captivity. He would never be broken. He might behave and settle in somewhat, but he’d never be tamed. Perhaps that was Wulfgar’s fascination. The thane did love a challenge.
Roman continued to work his hands over Aron’s body. He could feel him relaxing more and more, until Aron’s eyes were half-lidded and he was watching him sleepily. A twinge of renewed sympathy rippled through Roman. He could hear the sounds of the feast beginning to wind down. At least Wulfgar wouldn’t be inclined to linger and play tonight, not as drunk as he likely was. Roman knelt between Aron’s thighs and reached for the bottle of oil again, meeting Aron’s eyes.
“If you would rather Wulfgar do this, tell me and I’ll stop.” The slave brushed his fingertips fleetingly against the sensitive area just behind Aron’s balls. “I won’t try to excite you, but just stretch you so you won’t be injured.” He truly hoped that Aron wouldn’t stop him. Wulfgar would be too excited and drunk to do the job properly.
Aron tensed at his words, raising up on his elbows and frowning down at Roman. “Stretch me? What…? Oh.” Roman watched as realization lit in pale blue eyes, followed by a shadow of fear and distaste.
Roman nibbled on his upper lip, tilting his head as he waited to see what Aron would do. He seemed torn, tensed as though he was going to bolt, but apparently common sense and resignation won out in the end, because Aron lay back on the bed and turned his face away. Roman took that as permission to continue and slid his slick fingers back between the cheeks of Aron’s buttocks.
Aron tensed again, but he didn’t resist. Roman spread the oil over and around his entrance, glancing up at Aron’s averted face. “If it hurts, tell me and I’ll stop.” He applied gentle pressure with one oiled finger, and it