Ice Planet Barbarians (Ice Planet Barbarians, #1)

by Ruby Dixon

I lick my lips, hating that they already feel numb with cold. I’m a Southern girl. We do not do well with cold.

I don’t know squat about winter conditions. I’m from Florida, for chrissakes. Palmetto bugs, I can handle. Gators, I can handle.

It wasn’t a monster come to eat me. It was this monster. Who’s come to eat me out.

I can’t help it. I start to giggle. It’s ticklish and it makes me squirm and I should be screaming no, help, rape and instead, I have the giggles. Because he doesn’t want to eat me. He just . . . wants to lick my pussy. I’ve dated guys that I haven’t been able to convince to go down on me, and this one’s doing it as a greeting.

I want to tell her that she’ll be fine. That she’s mine now and I’ll take care of her.

“You and I shall learn patience together.”

“I hope you didn’t mistake my stomach growling for nookie-time.”

Everything he’s done has been designed to please me and give me pleasure. I digest that small bit of information.

And I point at the mountainside in the distance, where I know that so many women (half in pods) are waiting for rescue while I play bubble bath with a native.

Offering him sexual favors in exchange for rescue probably isn’t the greatest plan, but I’m working with the weapons I have. As long as he’s fascinated by me, I can use that. It’s mercenary, but people’s lives are at stake.

“Your khui sings for me.”