Ice Planet Honeymoon: Rukh & Harlow (Ice Planet Barbarians, #4.5)

by Ruby Dixon

I don't want him to ever feel ashamed around me. There's nothing wrong with him; it's me that has to adjust to life here.

"Har-loh mine." His voice is so possessive as he leans in and nips at my ear, repeating the words. "Har-loh mine."

"Rukh mine," I tell him softly. I smile up at him, all dopey-eyed pleasure, and run my hand along his chest. This makes him happy, too. He gives me a fierce look, as if he likes the idea of me calling him mine.

We will find a better one for our nest and then Har-loh will be happy. I will make a home for my family, and we will be together, always.

How did I get so lucky as to have this mate? After so many seasons alone, it is astonishing to me that I have a mate to touch and to care for. That we will have a kit of our own. That we will be a family. That she is mine and I am not alone.

Her straddling me and feeding my cock into her body…is new.

I have never been so happy. Having Har-loh is…I do not know the words. I only know my heart is so full that sometimes it hurts in my chest.

"Weel tokabuddit inda mornin." I think she tells me I am wise and clever for deciding to guard the food.

By the end of the day, I understand why my Har-loh is so tired. I understand now why she did not wish for me to run off into the mountains with the easy task of hunting.

God, he's pretty.

I can forgive everything in this moment, which means I am super, super hard up for some sex.

It's hard to tell myself to wait and be patient when I have to towel off his perfect, hard buns.

So I wet the rag again and take great care washing his sac and every ridge of that big, thick cock.

He wants to kiss my pussy? Put his mouth there? Uh, as if I even have to think twice.

"Rukh kiss," he tells me, patting my ass and then caressing it. Funny how he doesn't have a big vocabulary, but with those two words, he's able to make me wetter than heck.

Rukh growls in a way that is absolutely a possessive claim and my toes curl in response.

I love the touching and being wrapped around each other. I love the connection. I love being owned by him.

"Rukh," she says, and taps my chest. Then she taps hers. "Har-loh." She gestures at the two of us. "Together." Her meaning is clear. We are a pair, meant to be one. "To-geddur," I agree, and am rewarded with a happy smile. Har-loh is mine, and I am Har-loh's. We are togeddur. In this moment, and in everything.

Har-loh clings to me in her sleep, and it makes me happy. It is as if she misses me, even when her eyes are closed. I like that.

All of it can be done by one, but it goes faster with help. I am still thinking like I am alone, and I should not be. Har-loh wants to be at my side, and I want to be at hers. So I nod. "Rukh hunt." I hold my hand out to her. "Har-loh hunt? Togeddur?" A brilliant smile blooms across her face, and it is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. "Togeddur," she agrees. I am pleased. Everything is better together.