Barbarian Mine (Ice Planet Barbarians #4)(23)

Har-loh pats the furs next to her. “Come here, Rukh.”

I move to her side and crouch, curious. Is she tired and wishes to sleep early? Or does she want me to hold her close and touch her folds? My cock throbs at the thought and I resist the urge to stroke it. I like it better when she touches it, anyhow.

Her hands move to my hair and she smooths it off my chest and pushes it behind my shoulders. “Rukh eez Har-loh’s mate, yes?” She touches her breast, which is thrumming with song. “Mate.” Then she taps my chest. “Rukh mate. This purr-purr-purr? This means ‘mate’. No purr-purr, no mate.”

I don’t catch all of her words, but what she is saying makes sense. My chest did not start thrumming – purring, as she calls it – until she appeared. If it means she belongs to me, I will gladly let it purr all the time.

“Purr-purr is ‘resonance’. Doyew nodatword?” She looks at me with wide blue eyes. When I don’t respond, she sighs and repeats her words. Purr-purr is resonance. I repeat them, too. Then it dawns on me. Ah. That is what this thrumming is called. “Resonance,” I say, and tap her chest, then mine.

She nods. “Resonance…mates. Mates…” she screws up her face and then makes a gesture with her fingers. “Mates mayk bebbies. Kits.”

“Kits?” For some reason, I recognize this word. It reminds me of what my father used to call me when I was young. Kits…are young ones, aren’t they? What does this have to do with resonance? My cock aches and I long to rub it against her belly. If she lies down on the furs, I’ll take that as my signal that she wants to, but for now she’s sitting up, a look of concentration on her face. What she’s saying is important and I shouldn’t be focused on my aching cock or how much I want to touch her and rub her until she makes that throaty little scream.

Her gaze softens and the look she gives me is heated. “Resonance makes kits.”

I grasp what she is saying, but I’m baffled as to how. My frown must show that, because she reaches out and strokes my cock.

It immediately spurts, intense relief rocking through me and I come all over her hand.

Har-loh looks startled, and then she gives me a wry look. “Sortalikedat.” She gestures at the wetness I’ve sprayed on her hand and that now covers my cock. “Yewmake kit witdis.”

It takes several minutes of explaining and her gesturing at her body before I grasp what she’s saying. When I…release, it needs to get inside her? She takes my hand and guides it to her folds, and I feel an opening – hot and wet – and she gives a little shiver when I touch her there.

I watch her face and I want to do this right. So I stroke my hand over my messy cock, and then take two of my slick fingers and push them at her entrance. She’s so wet here, her body sucks at my fingers. I bite back a groan at the sensation, then look up at her.

She bites her lip and looks…unhappy. Then, she gives a small shake of her head. She takes a bit of fur that she keeps with her and wipes my hand and both of our bodies clean of my coming. “I’lljust showyew,” she whispers, and then tosses the cloth aside. Then, she touches my jaw and pulls me forward.

Her lips brush over mine.

I remain stiff, uncertain as to what is happening. Is this part of resonance?

“Kiss,” she says softly. Then she moves her mouth over mine again. “Kiss.”

“Kiss,” I repeat, and put my lips on hers.

She nods, pleased. She seems to like kisses, so I do another, repeating the word. It feels ticklish, to graze my mouth against hers. And just when I’m getting used to the feeling, her tongue flicks out and darts against the seam of my mouth.

I gasp and pull back, shocked. Scorching, recent memories of her tongue on my cock flood through my mind, and my cock returns to life, growing hard again. My chest begins to purr – to resonate – and Har-loh’s smile widens.

“Kiss,” she says in her sweet voice, and then licks her lips.

I’m fascinated by that small tongue. I want to feel it again. I lean forward, inviting her to return, and she presses her mouth to mine again. This time, her arms twine around my neck and she presses her body against me. Eager, I follow her lead and put my arms around her, too. I hold her close and when her tongue brushes against my lips again, I part mine to see what she will do.

Her tongue snakes into my mouth and flicks against mine, and my cock instantly reacts. It’s like she’s licking me in all the places I’m most sensitive, and I tug her closer. I slide my tongue against hers cautiously, and when she makes a small sound of pleasure, I grow bolder. Is this how her people show affection? If so, I like it. Soon, I lose all worry that I don’t know how to act and just concentrate on tonguing her sweet mouth. My hands roam over her body, touching her back, her arms, everywhere I can.

By the time she pulls her mouth from mine, we’re both panting. There’s a dazed look of pleasure in her eyes that I recognize. It’s like when I touch her late at night. Does this affect her similarly? I want to reach between her legs and see if she’s wet, but I wait to see what she will show me next. My body throbs with need, and my chest rumbles with the resonance. She’s going to show me how to make a kit with her. I think of the animals I’ve seen in the wild. Normally the male climbs atop the female and there is much screaming. Is this what we are about to do? Realization dawns. Of course I would not move my spend to her body with my hand. I have to get it inside her somehow. I look down at my cock, aching and erect.