Ice Planet Barbarians (Ice Planet Barbarians, #1)

by Ruby Dixon

Besides, you’re the one who’s good with the gun.” Liz flutters her lashes at me. I snort. “Good at bashing things, you mean.”

“You want me to hum you some ‘Eye of the Tiger’ to get you pumped up?”

I know how this sort of thing goes down. Luke’s able to free himself before the creature eats him because he’s a Jedi. Me? I’m just a Floridian in a stolen space suit with no weapon and a busted wrist. I know how this is going to end.

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

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.

Now I’ve lost my food and my weapon. The only things I’ve got left are the boots that pinch my feet and the jumpsuit. Man, I am shitty at this exploring thing. Ugh.

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.

Georgie is in control, but I cannot take much more of this gentle exploration. If she touches me again, I’m going to throw her down on the furs and fuck her until she screams with pleasure.

Fact is, he’s just pure pleasure to touch.

Really, for a big barbarian, he’s being the perfect gentleman.

“Yeah, I guess I’m pretty soft,” I agree, smiling. “But fun to touch, right?” And I grab his hand and put it back on my breast.

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.

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.

“Why guilty?” Why does my mate carry such burdens? Her cheeks pink again. “Because I’m here with you, and I’m warm and happy and fed, and they’re not.” Ah. My thumb strokes over her full mouth. “And because my cock makes you cry out with such pleasure?”

“Oh, Vektal,” she says softly. Her hands stroke over my horns, a tender caress. “I wish it was just me that I had to think for. Then this would be easier.” “It is easy,” I tell her, pressing my face to her leather-covered body. Even through her coverings, I can smell her wonderful scent. I long to taste her again. “Accept the khui. Accept me.”

I look up at her, at her sad face. “You know I can refuse you nothing.” Her smile is sweet. Sad. “I know.”

And who’s to say that the little green men wouldn’t sell us to someone on a nice Tahiti-like planet full of sexy men who want nothing more than company while drinking mai tai cocktails?

Vektal always makes me feel . . . pretty.

I’ve been taking for granted how wonderful it feels to be special to someone.

His hand goes to my hair, and he combs through it with his big, thick fingers. I feel pretty once more. He still can’t stand to take his hands off me, and, okay, I kinda adore that.

God, he’s warm and big and delicious, and I want to shove my hands in his pants and take his cock in my grip.