Barbarian Mine (Ice Planet Barbarians #4)(9)

“No!” she says quickly. She looks embarrassed and gives a small shake of her head. “Dondoodat.”

I frown. Being around her – smelling her incredible scent, touching her skin, hearing her song – all of it makes me want to touch my cock. But she has used the ‘no’ word and I want to please her. Aching with need, I force myself to let go of her hand and I back away.

She settles in the corner of the cave, pulling her clothes tight around her, and goes to sleep.



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Night. It’s dark, and the inside of the cave is bitter with cool air. Something is clattering and has awoken me. I immediately reach for my weapons, then realize that the sound is coming from Har-loh.

Her small, blunt teeth are chattering together with cold.

I go to the fire but it is out, the scent of smoke replaced by nothing but ashes. There is no way for me to make her warm. I growl in frustration.

“R-R-Rukh?” she says between chattering teeth. “Thaty-y-yew?”

“Har-loh. Fire?”

“Toodarkh,” she says between clacks of her jaw. When she doesn’t get up to fix it, I realize she is telling me she can’t, for whatever reason. I am hit with a sense of worry – what if I can’t take care of her? I brought her to this place; what if it kills her?

I move to her side and touch her face.

She leans in to my caress. “Sowarhm.” She reaches out to me with her shaking arms. “Cmere.”

I don’t understand her words but it’s clear she wants me to move closer, and I’ll take any opportunity to touch her. I slide my body down next to hers, curious. To my surprise, she immediately pulls her clothing off her body and piles it on top of me. Then, she flings herself against me and clings to my chest like a baby metlak.

I’m stunned at this. She’s baring her flesh and pressing it against me?

Her ice-cold fingers grip my sides, and she moans. Her cold feet press against my legs, and she burrows down against me. Ah. I understand now. She is seeking my heat, my warmth. It’s almost too warm for me under the pile of thick leather clothing she has thrown on top of us, but she seems pleased, so I do not move. Instead, I wrap my arms around Har-loh, pulling her closer.

The sound of pleasure she makes sends a jolt through me. My hands slide over her skin. She’s so incredibly soft. I can’t stop touching her. I don’t want to stop touching her. I touch her arm, her back, her soft buttocks. There’s no tail, which is bizarre, but my cock responds just the same. I can feel the hardness of it pressing against her belly as I hold her. It’s leaking from the tip, and I have to fight against the urge to rub up and down against her stomach.

Har-loh inhales softly and wraps her arms around me. She’s not pushing away, even though my cock is stabbing her in the stomach and leaking fluid onto her. She nestles her head under my chin and rubs her nose against my skin.

The breath hisses out from between my teeth. This is too much. I can’t help myself; slowly, I rub my cock against her. The feel of her smooth skin against mine is like nothing I’ve felt before, and my cock aches so badly I could scream.

Instead of pushing me away like I expect, she moans softly. Her fingernails dig into my shoulders, and she hooks one leg around my thigh, dragging it between hers.

“Har-loh,” I groan. I can feel the vibrations in her chest. I know they mean something, that we are connected somehow, but the only thing going through my mind is the need to claim her. To make her mine. I grip her against me and drag my aching cock over her belly. I’m leaving wet trails on her skin, but I don’t care. If she’s not going to push me away, I’ll seek release.

To my surprise, she nuzzles against my neck and gently bites down on my skin.

I explode; I can’t help it. My sac tightens to the point of pain and then my cock unleashes a sticky torrent on her body. I seem to spurt forever, unable to get the image of Har-loh’s little teeth biting down on my neck out of my mind. It’s the most erotic thing I can possibly think of.

But now I’ve gotten her all wet with my spend. Vaguely ashamed, I ignore the singing vibration of my chest and her clinging arms. I reach between us and find a sticky pool on her skin.

“Sokay,” she breathes. “Happens.”

I don’t know her words but her voice is gentle. She reaches between us with a corner of her clothing and cleans her stomach and my hand, and then flings it aside. She burrows down against me again and my chest thrums with pleasure. I don’t understand what just happened between us…but I liked it. I liked it too much.

And…Har-loh didn’t seem to hate it, either.

Her small hand – no longer ice cold – touches mine. She tugs on my fingers, and I let her guide me. When she pushes my hand between her thighs, I suck in a breath. She is hot and wet here. She’s wet like I am when I am aroused. Is she aroused? Does she like it when I touch her? Tentatively, I brush my fingers over her body, exploring her. There is a patch of hair here, which strikes me as unusual. Her scent washes over me, though, and my cock stirs again. This is the scent of her arousal. I recognize it, and I want more of it. My fingers feel big and clumsy as I continue to touch her, learning her body. Underneath the tangle of curls, her soft skin parts, and she has wet, slick folds. Har-loh likes for these to be touched, I think, because she rubs up against me and moans. I want more of her moans, so I keep touching and exploring. She’s so very wet; her scent is everywhere, permeating my skin. There is nothing that has ever smelled finer to me. I want to pull my hand to my mouth and lick it clean of her, to taste her.