“How dare he? Insulting his own kin on his bonding day and trying to force him to leave. That poor boy. Is he even well enough to do this today? We can delay until he’s had time to process.”
Orthorr chuckled, shaking his head. “Finn is a gentle soul, but he stood his ground against his brother today. It was he who claimed the clan, not the other way around. He will make an excellent addition to our people.”
Pride lit me up inside and I couldn’t help but smile. Finn would always be gentle, it was just his way, and I liked that about him. But when it came to the things he cared most about, he was as fiercely protective as I was. He’d go against his instincts to protect his family. His clan.
I greeted my mother with a hug, listening to her coo over my hair. Finn had stolen me away at one point to try his hand at braiding it. He was better than he let on, and I told him to leave it for the ceremony. He was so pleased, he nearly cried again. My sweet, gentle Finn.
The sun was beginning to set when the ceremony began. My breath caught in my chest when Finn finally joined me. His hair had been partially shaved on one side, leaving most of his curls intact while embracing the ways of the clan. He wore a white tunic and legwear, as well as thick fur on his shoulders. But it was his smile that stole my breath away. Gone was the terrified and trembling man I’d pulled out of the receiving tent. In his place was a man full of happiness and pride, his cheeks pink from all the attention on him. Zoya and the others talked him through the ceremony so he’d know what to expect, but he still cuddled up against my chest the moment he was close enough, making the crowd chuckle. He blushed and ducked his head, but he was smiling, knowing here he was truly accepted as he was.
Orthorr’s smile was patient and he waited for Finn to get his cuddles in before starting the ceremony, speaking loud so the entire clan could hear him.
“We gather today to celebrate this couple. To bask in their love and commitment, both to each other and to our clan. Bondmates are more than just lovers. They are partners in all things. Each challenge they endure, they will face together. A fate only the bravest and strongest can wield.”
He turned to Finn, his expression kind. “We know not what the future brings. Fate brought you here to us because you were needed here. Not only as a tribute, but as a staunch defender of our way of life. We are honored to call you brother.”
Tears spilled over Finn’s cheeks, which I’d expected. With his hands in mine, he had no choice but to let them fall. Instead ofembarrassment over his display, he only smiled and murmured a quiet thank you to Orthorr, his voice trembling with emotion.
With a nod, Orthorr turned to me, pride on his face. “Your clan saw your heartache, brother. I was prepared to send you to another clan to find your other half. Fate saw fit to bless us with this man so we could keep you here. Honor the blessing she gifted you, so that we all can bask in her grace.”
Dipping my chin, I turned to where Godr waited, the necklace I carved for Finn in his hand. Finn looked curious when I showed it to him, his brow furrowed.
“Isn’t that… Didn’t you start working on that right after I came here?”
He didn’t realize the implication of that, but the rest of the clan did. Some laughed, others smiled, and a few called out a cheer. Finn looked around in startled confusion before tipping his head at me.
Fighting back a grin, I nodded. “I did. I knew when I first saw you that I had found my match. But since we didn’t speak the same language, it took me a while to express that to you.” The crowd chuckled and Finn smiled, shaking his head a little. Tipping my head towards the necklace, I explained, “In our clan, when a man finds his bondmate, he offers them a gift. Something to show his claim to the world. It would honor me if you wore this, so everyone can see that you are mine and I am yours. And no force can tear us apart.”
His brow furrowed, barely banked hope in his eyes. “Do you promise?”
My smile broke free and I nodded. “I promise, kolrav. You are my Finn. I will protect our bond for the rest of my days.”
With a tear filled smile, he accepted my gift, his eyes full of love as I slipped it over his head. It took some guesswork, I couldn’t make it the same size as mine, but thankfully, it rested perfectly over his heart. He ran his fingers over it, more tearsspilling over his cheek, but his smile faltered and a hint of panic overtook him when he looked up at me with wide eyes.
“Was I supposed to make something for you? I didn't know that. I didn't ruin everything, did I? I don’t actually know how to carve, but–”
Chuckling, I silenced his rambles with a quick kiss. “Relax, kolrav. You are my gift. Not any trinket. It is the clan member who supplies the necklace.”
He slumped with relief, resting his forehead against me for a moment. Laughter rippled through the crowd, but I was not bothered. My Finn was emotional by nature. He cared deeply. Had it been required, I knew he would’ve done everything he could to make me something from his own hands. If he figured it out, he might still.
Orthorr cleared his throat, drawing the attention to him once more. “Finn has accepted his bondmate and takes his place in our clan. As such, we welcome them both home.”
Turning, I urged Finn to face the crowd. He looked curious, but no longer frightened like he had been the day he arrived. He squeezed my hand, resting his head against my arm, and smiled brightly as the clan chanted together to welcome us. When they were through, I surprised him by scooping him up like I had that first day, and kissing him senseless, until the cheers of the crowd fell away and it felt like we were the only two who existed in the world.
A barbarian weddingwas much more fun than any that I’d ever been to. Once the ceremony itself was over, Rath and I were sat in big fancy chairs on top of a platform, where we were greeted by each and every member of the clan. It took a while, since thisclan was bigger, and by the time we got close to the end, people had been drinking for a while and the greetings were starting to slur. I couldn’t stop laughing when Godr came up for his turn and fell right back off, too drunk to stay on his feet. Rath watched with wry amusement, shaking his head, and threw out a comment about his brother being a lightweight.
Rath had been drinking too, though not nearly as much as the rest of the clan. He offered me sips of his, since I still wasn’t great with the strength of the beverage. I also think he was looking for any excuse to get me closer, because whenever I leaned in to take a drink, he found some place to kiss me. My temple, my cheek, my neck. The attention was enough to keep me buzzing with excitement for what would come later. I didn’t care how embarrassing it was to ask outright. I wanted Rath to take me. And after we were alone, I was going to ask him to. He was my bondmate. He wouldn’t shame me for the request.
“You’re blushing,” he murmured against my ear, pressing another kiss just underneath it. “Have you had too much to drink, or are you thinking about what I will do to you tonight?”
I sucked in a breath, biting back a whimper when he kissed his way down my neck. Maybe I didn’t have to ask, then. He seemed to be thinking of something similar.
“W-What were you planning?” I asked breathlessly, shivering when he nipped at my skin.
Before he could answer, an older couple came up to join us, forcing us apart. The man looked like he was fighting back a laugh, but the woman had a patient smile and she nudged her companion with her elbow before introducing herself to me.
“Hello, Finn. I am Theslei, and this is my bondmate, Odvef. We are Rath’s parents.”
Twenty-Two
