Ice Planet Barbarians (Ice Planet Barbarians, #1)

by Ruby Dixon

I watch as he undresses, wary. “I hope you didn’t mistake my stomach growling for nookie-time.”

“Probably a bad idea, Georgie,” I tell myself. “This guy’s your only buddy at the moment.” Even if he does want to just lick my pussy.

All this alien wants is oral sex.

It’s . . . not the worst place in the world to be. I mean, if I have my choice between the old cargo bay, alone in the snow, or snuggled next to the pussy-loving alien, I’m going to go with option number three.

Which, really, isn’t much. I’ve found face-eating fish that have stalks that look like bamboo. I’ve found a warm stream (full of the aforementioned face-eating fish), and I’ve found an alien that likes to eat pussy as a greeting.

I will bury my cock inside her and feel the resonance reverberate between both of us. My cock grows hard at the thought, and so I force it away.

I feel like there’s an alien bingo card somewhere that just got checked off. Horns? Check. Tail? Check. Crazy-ass cock? Check, check, check.

I know I’m playing with fire. 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. If I have to kiss an alien and flirt with him to get a rescue to my friends, I will.

I trace my fingers down her soft cheek. Does she not realize? Anywhere she goes, I will gladly follow. She is my heart, my resonance, my soul. My mate. It grieves me she is so miserable here, with me.