Ice Planet Barbarians (Ice Planet Barbarians, #1)

by Ruby Dixon

But no. She is my mate. My other half. I’ll do whatever is necessary to keep her.

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 hear him inhale sharply. Hear the vibrating purr start in his chest again. He murmurs something, voice thick, but all he does is wash my hair. No demanding touches. No insisting of anything. Just pleasure in touching me. In pleasing me.

From now until my spirit departs this plane, there shall be none for me but her.

She kisses me frantically before I leave, as if ensuring that I’ll return for her. As if anything would ever keep me from her side again.

He gazes at the others and then puts a hand on the back of my neck and pulls me against him, possessive.

I enjoy the human custom of mouth-joining and caressing my mate with my tongue.

“My head hurts. Will you hold me for a bit longer?” “Always,”

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.

“You know I can refuse you nothing.”

“This is my mate. I resonate for her.” As if on cue, his chest starts to vibrate, the thick, steady purr jiggling my cheek. “She is beautiful to me. Different, but beautiful nevertheless.” He brushes his fingers through my hair. “I have seen her bravery, her spirit, and her will. She has trusted me when she has no reason to. She has given me her body when she has no khui to compel her. And it does not matter what any eyes think of her but mine . . . and to me, she is the most wonderful, most attractive, and most compelling of creatures.”

I feel a surge of affection for the big guy. Totally getting a handy tonight.

“A Great Dane can still make a Chihuahua pregnant,” Liz points out. “Guess which one you are.”

“I love you,” I say softly. “You are my heart, Georgie,”