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slid inside.
He didn’t move that finger as Aron tensed again and hissed, though Roman knew it wasn’t from pain, but from the unfamiliar sensation. His fingers were slim and oiled, and he had always kept his nails clipped low. He wanted to murmur soothingly to him, but he did not think Aron would allow any sort of tenderness at this point. Best to just get it done with and leave him alone to await Wulfgar.
He slowly thrust his finger several times until Aron’s body began to relax, then worked a second finger inside. He glanced back up at Aron and found him still with his face turned away, his eyes open and unblinking, staring at a spot across the room.
Roman bit his lip. He ducked his head and tried to ignore how his stomach knotted as he began to scissor his fingers with gentle motions.
Roman was torn between wanting to have no part in what was going to occur that night and the desire to help the young man as much as possible. Not that Aron was likely to thank him, and he wasn’t expecting him to. Aron made a soft sound of distress that was quickly bitten off, and a wave of guilt washed over Roman.
Love between two men could be a very beautiful and intimate experience, and it was a shame that Aron would know none of that his first time. Roman continued to scissor his fingers until he felt the ring of muscle that clenched his fingers ease even more. He poured some more oil over his fingers and around Aron’s entrance, then began to work a third finger in, giving him plenty of time to adjust to the invasion.
Roman tried not to notice how beautiful Aron looked with his powerful thighs spread open and the muscles of his stomach tense and defined. Wulfgar was going to be utterly entranced with him. Well, there were worse things than a year of service, and the young man’s family still had a home. The shame of this evening would disappear under the resilience of his spirit.
Aron’s hands had fisted in the furs, and Roman bit his upper lip as he thrust, careful to avoid the young man’s spot. That rebellious part that was buried deep within him wanted Aron to win at least part of this night’s encounter. If Wulfgar hoped to get pleasured sighs from Aron, he would have to work for it.
Roman withdrew his fingers and wiped them on a cloth that he had brought with him. He set the oil to the side, hoping the thane would see it and think to put some on his cock before fucking Aron. His eyes met fierce blue irises, and for a moment, understanding flowed between them. Roman could hear Wulfgar coming. Years of listening for him had left him attuned to the thane.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured, leaning down and pressing a kiss to Aron’s shoulder before scurrying to his pallet at the foot of the bed.
Aron jumped when the door to the room crashed open and Wulfgar stood in the doorway, a huge grin on the thane’s face and a slight sway in his steps as he entered the room and slammed the door shut. Yes, Wulfgar was very much in his cups, and Aron’s heart pounded in fear as the thane approached the bed with a lusty grin on his bearded face.
Aron wanted to run, wanted to bolt or fight rather than let Wulfgar do what he was going to do, but he couldn’t. His family and his honor were on the line, and he had no choice. He could not help the way he began to tremble, his breath coming quicker, nor could he stop the flinch when Wulfgar dropped onto the bed beside him and hauled him close.
Aron had never felt more vulnerable, more helpless, and frankly terrified. This was a nightmare, one he could not wake from. He stiffened, eyes closing, and clenched his jaw when the thane began to devour his neck while removing his own clothes.
Roman screwed his eyes shut, trying not to hear the goings-on in the bed above him. The soft cries and bitten-off whimpers of distress tore at his gentle heart, and he wished he could have done more to ease this experience for the young thrall.
He tried not to think about what this would mean for himself or