Barbarian Mine (Ice Planet Barbarians #4)(25)

I groan, my eyes closing, because the feel of her like this is incredible. I want to spray her body with my spend, but I’m torn. I want her to show me how to make a kit with her.

Har-loh slides a hand between us and she grips my cock in her fingers. My breath hisses out, but she’s not stroking me. Instead, she seems to be…aiming me. I feel the head of my cock press against her warm, wet opening a moment later and I realize what I’ve been missing.

Ah. I put my spend inside her, and it will make a kit. This is what she’s been trying to tell me.

Cautious, I push forward a little. Her heat seems to suck me inward, and it takes everything I have not to thrust my way forward. I watch her for a reaction instead. As I push into her, she moans again and wraps her arms around my neck.

“Likedat,” she breathes. “Juslikedat.”

“Good?” My voice sounds like a growl, but I can’t help it. It’s taking all of my control not to come right now.

“Good,” she says in a voice that makes my sac draw up tight with anticipation.

My body jerks, and I’m unable to help myself. I thrust forward, and she sucks in a breath.

Her nails dig into my back. “Yes.”

I barely hear her. I’m too busy struggling with my own control. This is what I’ve been missing. This is what my frantic thrusting against her belly at night should have been about. I should have been claiming my mate by pushing my cock into her, and filling her belly with my spend. This is what feels right. And her body clasping mine so tightly? Her walls squeezing my cock so tight? It feels better than anything I could ever imagine.

I could stay here forever, buried deep inside her.

I move slowly, and notice that my spur nudges against her little pleasure-nub between her legs. She gurgles when it does, but presses up against it a moment later, so I know it’s good. It’s like I’m perfectly made for her, and she for me. I thrust harder.

Under me, Har-loh moans, and I feel the ripple of her body. She tightens around my cock, impossibly. “Gahdi’mcomin,” she moans.

I thrust into her again, wanting to feel her tighten and quiver around me. “Good?” It’s a question, but it comes out more like a demand. My voice shakes as I struggle to keep control. It’s taking everything I have not to lose myself and let pleasure take over.

But I want Har-loh to have her pleasure first.

“Good,” she pants. When I stroke in again, she arches. “Good!” she cries again. I thrust into her harder, pushing at her, and her cries become a babble of words I don’t understand. Her body clenches around mine, and her legs lock at my hips.

I feel it when she comes, her entire body quivering. Her chest purrs so loud I think it might shake her heart loose. Her mouth opens and closes, but no words come out. She just gasps, and her walls clutch me so hard it feels like a fist around my cock.

I lose my control then; I explode, gritting her name as my spend flies from my cock. I feel as if I’m coming forever, my balls drawn up tight. When there’s nothing left to milk from my body, I fall, breathless, onto my elbows over her. I’m careful not to crush her, but I want to touch her right now, to bury my face in her teats and just surround myself with her scent.

As if sensing my need, she wraps her arms around me and tugs me down against her. “S’good,” she murmurs, stroking my hair back from my face. “My Rukh.”

“Har-loh,” I say, voice thick. She’s my mate now. I’ve put my cock inside her and given her my spend. We will make a kit together. I put a hand to her stomach, wondering how she will look when she has my child inside her. The dvisti grow fat and shaggy, their sides sticking out. I cannot imagine that happening to my delicate Har-loh.

She chuckles and puts her hand over mine. “S’earleeyet. Tahkes tyme.”

“Mine,” I tell her softly. “Mate mine. Har-loh mine.” I stroke her soft skin and revel in the feel of her under me. This feels right. This is what I have been missing for so long.

She gives a small, contented sigh. “Har-loh mate Rukh.”

In this small moment, I’ve never been happier.





Chapter Six




One Year Later

HARLOW



I tug a boot off of one of my swollen feet, then kick it onto the rocky shore. Off goes the other boot, and the cold air bites into my skin. I get to my feet – not an easy task given the size of my middle, and then gingerly step into the rushing tide. It’s ice cold, and a shiver moves through me. I don’t go in far, though. Just far enough to cover my toes.

And then I wiggle them and wait.

It doesn’t take long. Never does. A long, white tendril snakes forward, toward my feet. I force myself to stand totally still as it touches one wiggling toe, then another. In the water, I see the thick body of the creature surge forward, toward my foot. I quietly flip my spear over in my hand, point down, and then jam it right into the eye as it opens to look at me.

The creature flails and thrashes in the water, and I lean on the spear to hold it steady. A moment later, the water stills and the tendrils go limp.

Dinner caught.

I shiver and bound out of the water, dragging my freshly killed ’spaghetti monster’ with me. I don’t know what the critter’s called but it’s got a lot of snaky arms and a meatball looking body, so I went with that. It’s also Rukh’s favorite seafood item, so I can’t wait to see the look on his face when he comes home and sees it cooking on the fire. He does love himself a good spaghetti dinner, I think, and then giggle at my own joke.