Barbarian Lover (Ice Planet Barbarians #3)(36)

“More?” I tease, and suck on the tiny bit of flesh.

A cry escapes her throat and I feel her body shudder underneath me, her trembling increasing. Her hips rock against my mouth, and so I continue to suck at the tender spot until she is moaning and boneless with pleasure. “Oh mercy,” she pants. “That was…something else.”

I lick my lips, tasting her on me. “Your cunt tastes sweeter than I ever imagined.”

The blush on her face becomes fierce, and she pants, still pressing that hand to her forehead.

“Is your head hurting you?”

“What? Oh, no,” she says quickly, and her hand flops down on the bed. A small giggle escapes her. “I guess I was just…trying to hold my brains in before they all fell out.” And she chuckles.

Strange words, but I chuckle too. I like making her smile. I press another kiss on the small thatch of hair and then lick her again. Kira shudders, her skin prickling with small bumps at the caress. I press a finger to the entrance of her cunt to see if she is wet enough to take me, and it comes away soaked.

My mate is more than ready. The fierce need to claim her burns through me, and I move over her, my bigger body pressing her into the strange bed. Her arms wrap around me and she welcomes my kiss, and another little gasp of excited pleasure escapes her when I grab a fistful of her hair and arch her neck back so I can lick it again. I bite gently at the cords of her throat and slide my hips between her spread legs, my cock resting against the cradle of her hips.

And I grind it against her so she can feel it.

Kira’s small gasp as I rock against her is incredibly pleasing. Her thighs spread a little wider, and I pull one around my hips. Instead of plunging into her, though, I kiss her again, my tongue dancing along her mouth, sipping at the small moans that erupt in a steady stream. The look in her eyes is dazed with need. I rock my cock through her folds again, dragging up and down, wetting my length with her honey. She moans louder, and her fingers dig into my skin.

She’s ready.

I grip my cock and hold it at the entrance to her cunt. The thick crown presses against her heat, and her nails dig harder into my skin.

“You feel…really big,” she says, a note of concern in her voice.

“That is because I am,” I tease, and then kiss her worries away. “But you can take me. This I promise. Are you ready to be claimed by your mate?”

She looks up at me with such big, soft eyes. Her hand moves to my cheek and she strokes it, and my heart aches with love for her. “I’m yours,” she tells me. “All yours.”

“Mine,” I agree, and sink deep. I know I will cause her pain – she’s never mated before and she’s small and tight, but it’s best to get it done quickly, like the resetting of bone.

Her sharp cry of pain wounds me, though, and I hold her gently. “Shhh.”

“Ow,” she tells me, and her fist thumps against my arm. “That hurt!”

“It is a pain that will be soon gone, I promise.” To make up for it, I kiss her sweet mouth over and over, until her frown gentles and she starts to respond to my caresses again. My cock feels like a throbbing brand, so tightly sheathed in her wet warmth, but I dare not move until she is ready for me again.

When she gives a small sigh at my latest kiss, I drag my cock slowly out of her, and then stroke in again. She stiffens, but doesn’t mention the pain. Her gaze is on me, her eyes trusting, and my heart breaks with the beauty of her. She is beyond lovely, my mate. Lovely, and soft, and sweet, and giving. “You have my heart, Kira,” I tell her again, and nuzzle her throat.

I stroke in again, careful to gauge her reaction, and when she remains relaxed against me, I shift my weight to one side and caress her breast, teasing the peak until the tip is hard and aching, and she is moaning and wiggling against me.

“Everything feels so different with you inside me,” she says, and she sounds breathless and full of wonder.

“Still hurt?”

“I don’t think so.” She bites her lip and looks up at me. “Do something and I’ll let you know.”

Do something? I will do everything to her. I knot my hand in her hair again, anchoring her against me, and stroke deep.

She gasps. “That felt…” Her startled eyes flick to mine.

“Good?” I can practically feel my chest puffing out with pride.

“Do it again?” Her voice is small and timid, but she arches her back, pressing her body against me.

I do, and she gasps again. Her cunt seems to tighten around me, and when she quivers, I feel it through every span of her body.

“I think I’m going to…again.” She bites down on her lip, her body tensing under mine.

“Good,” I tell her, and stroke deep again. Her next gasp is followed by an intense dig of her nails into my arms, and a definite clench of her cunt around my cock.

“Oh God!”

Yes, she’s definitely going to come again. Pleased at how responsive my mate is, I claim her mouth in a brutal kiss and begin to push into her in a steady rhythm, over and over again, slicking deep into her soft body.

“Ridges,” she gasps against my mouth. “I feel ridges! And oh God, is that your spur?”

It might be. I surge deep again and she jerks against me, her hand sliding between us to go to her cunt. “It’s too much,” she says, shielding her folds from me. “I can’t handle it all—“