Barbarian's Taming (Ice Planet Barbarians, #8)

by Ruby Dixon

She blows out an angry breath and her eyes narrow at me. Her hands go to her hips. “Fuck you.”

I am surprised…and honored that she has chosen me as a pleasure-mate. “You wish me to fuck you? I accept.”

Mah-dee sucks in a breath, gazing down at my erect, straining cock. She drops to her knees in front of me. “Wow. Yes, please, this is definitely going on my wish list.” “I do not understand what you mean,” I murmur, my voice thick. Her kneeling before me is giving my mind all kinds of wild ideas. “Shhh,” she tells me. “Don’t interrupt. I need a few moments alone with this big guy.”

I thought when I saw her this morning that she was coming to me. To tell me she’d changed her mind. Seeing her here, her expression stubborn? It has just convinced me that she is the mate for me. I do not need a mate that wilts and cries. I need a strong, capable female who will challenge me and push me to be better. Mah-dee needs to let me love her.

I do not ask what she means. Now I feel it, too. The building, slow thrumming in my chest that is spreading warmth throughout my body. I…dare not hope. I drop to my knees and press my head to her teats, listening. Hoping. “Oh,” she breathes, just as her chest begins to resonate. “Oh. I think…I think the ground isn’t shaking. I think it’s me.” “And me,” I tell her, utter joy racing through me. I hold her tightly, burying my face against her as I listen to her khui begin its song. It is singing to me. And I am singing back. “Oh my god,” Mah-dee says, her voice faint. “Is this what I think it is?” “Let it happen,” I murmur to her, stroking her back. “We are meant to be, Mah-dee. Even our bodies know it.”