Barbarian Lover (Ice Planet Barbarians #3)(55)

She gives a small gasp and her gaze locks with mine.

“Shall you watch me pleasure myself?” I love how startled she looks at the sight, and I pump my cock again, just the way I like, tightly dragging my circled forefinger and thumb from the base to the crown, and then giving it a small flex of the wrist.

“I’d say yes any other time,” she whispers, unable to take her gaze off my movements. “But I really want you to touch me. Does that make me greedy?”

“If it does, then I am the luckiest male to have such a greedy mate,” I tell her, and undo the clasp of her cloak at her throat.

She stands still, trembling with anticipation, and her eyes are huge as she gazes up at me. There’s no fear or wariness in her face, just longing. She’s so beautiful that it makes me ache to look at her. I am truly the luckiest male ever. I press my mouth to her strange, smooth forehead, and kiss her tiny, too-flat nose. She is perfect to me.

I bend down and touch her chin. I tilt her head back so I can kiss her mouth, mate our tongues in the slick, decadent way that the humans are so fond of. She leans into my kiss, her hands sliding to my sides and then resting on my hips, gripping me against her. My cock presses against her belly, hard and insistent. It wants attention, too. Soon, I remind myself. This is but the second time we will mate, and I must still be careful with her to make sure she is ready.

So I continue my slow removal of her clothing. I take the cloak from her shoulders and lay it on the ground, spread like a blanket. Her dress is made of the softest leather Kashrem creates, but the sleeve is torn and the garment is ragged and still has soot stains on the skirt from her capture. I frown at the sight of it, not only because the memory of her near-loss makes my heart seize in my chest, but she needs warm, clean clothing. “You need a new dress.”

“I forgot to ask for one.” She shrugs. “It’s not important.”

“It is important to me. You are my mate. I want you clothed warmly.”

“I’d like to make my own clothing,” Kira says in a shy voice. “I want to learn. I want to be capable.”

“I can show you how to make leather, but not nearly as fine as what Kashrem makes.” I tug her dress over her head, and the moment I do, she grips my cock in her small hands, making the breath hiss from my lungs.

“Let’s not talk about clothing right now?”

I chuckle. “So eager?”

The shy duck of her head tells me everything.

I sink to the ground on the furs and tug her down against me, pulling her into my lap. She settles on one of my thighs, her small, tailless bottom wiggling as she adjusts herself. I cup one of her breasts in my hand, admiring the softness of her skin and her gasp of response. “You are so soft all over, my Kira,” I murmur, and lean down to take a taut nipple into my mouth.

She moans and her hips buck, and her arms go around my neck, clinging to me.

I lick and suck at her nipple, teasing it with the ridged tip of my tongue. Her soft cries tell me that she likes this, very much, and I can feel the wetness from between her legs seep onto my thigh. My other hand moves there to her cunt, to dip into her sweet honey. She’s hot and soaked under the dark curls between her legs, her folds juicy and waiting for my tongue. My mouth waters at the thought.

And then I remember that she brought the courting present I made for her. Does she want to try it? I’ve not heard of such a thing, but humans are adventurous and I’m eager to participate. I did make it as big as my cock, and even though I want nothing more than to bury myself between her legs, I’m intrigued by how she’d react if I use the courting gift on her.

My fingers glide between her slippery folds. She’s hot and wet, and her hips move as I stroke her, encouraging me to push into her. A little moan escapes her as I lick her nipple, and that decides me. I want more of her moans, her cries, her wails of my name. I want to drive her wild.

I reach back to the shelf and pick up the courting gift, and hold it in front of her.

Kira inhales sharply, and her gaze flicks to my face.

“It’s a good replica, is it not?” I admire my carving, right down to the veins tracing along the shaft. “You have no idea how many hours I spent staring at my own cock to get this right.”

She giggles softly. “And you did that just for me?”

“Of course. You are my woman and I wished to please you.”

She leans forward and her arms tighten around my neck, and she kisses me softly on the mouth. “You always please me, Aehako.”

I drag it over her belly. “And now I want to please you with this,” I tell her between kisses. I feel her stiffen, and her breath quickens, but she doesn’t tell me no. Encouraged, I slide it lower, moving the head of it to her mound. “I think, like my cock, I will need to make sure it is wet with your juices before I slide it into you.”

A whimper escapes her throat and her arms tighten around my neck.

“Spread your legs for me, my mate,” I tell her.

She bites her lip again, but her legs ease open. I can see the gleam of wetness on her upper thighs, and I can smell the hot scent of her. It drives me insane with need. A growl forms low in my throat. The need to claim her is strong, but my curiosity and the titillation of the toy – as well as the thought of pleasing her – drives me. I push the thick head of the toy between her folds and it presses against her third nipple.