Ice Planet Barbarians (Ice Planet Barbarians, #1)(47)

This isn’t doing much to help my worry at the thought of taking in a freaking symbiont into my body. “Do you feel it moving? Do you know it’s there? Does it like . . . talk to you?”

“Talk?” Her eyes widen, and she laughs until she sees how very serious my face is. Then her laughter dies. “No, of course not. It does not speak. It is like having a heart or a lung or a stomach. You have a khui.” Again she shrugs her shoulders. “Some go their entire lives without feeling resonance. That is the only time the khui awakens. Then, it makes its presence known fiercely.”

“With the purring.”

“Prr—?”

“The sound,” I correct, then try to imitate it in my throat. “It makes you purr near your mate, right?”

“It is more than just that,” she says, tying down the last of the bindings around my wrist. Her hand goes to her breast. “One feels an intense surge of urgency when the khui comes to life. It is like . . . a rush of spirit.” It’s clear she’s struggling to describe it.

“Like adrenaline?” I guess, then add, “Like running down a hill really fast? Or during a hunt?”

She nods slowly. “More than that. It is . . . possessiveness, too. Your mate is yours, and those who wait to claim their mate find the feeling intensifies over time. It is difficult to describe. It is more than feeling. It is knowing.”

This worries me a little. I imagine Vektal and what he must be going through when he resonates with me. He hasn’t seemed all jacked up, though. Possessive, yes. But content. Maybe it’s different for different people.

“It is part of our lives,” she says gently. “The khui chooses the mate, and the khui is never wrong. It brings greater pleasure than any can imagine when one resonates against one’s mate.”

“And were you happy with the mate it chose for you?”

Her smile curves sweetly. “My Kashrem? No, at first I was quite angry. The khui does not always pick who we think we want in our furs. Kashrem is a tanner, not a hunter. I was young and drawn to one hunter in particular who I shared furs with.” Her long lashes flutter, and she turns to her basket and pulls out clothing. “I brought you these. Vektal says you are frequently cold, so I hope these shall help keep you warm.”

I’m sensing a conversation change. “Who did you share furs with before you, er, resonated?” I ask, wondering if it’s taboo to bring it up.

But her expression is guileless as she looks up at me. “Why, Vektal of course.”

I’m stunned at the stab of jealousy that shoots through me. This is my alien’s lover? My alien who lived a life of bachelorhood before resonating for me? I picture the scenario: Maylak and Vektal rolling around in bed. Him licking her like he does me. Then her getting up and running to another man just because she resonated for him.

Then my jealousy dies away, and I’m filled with sympathy for my Vektal. How that must have disappointed him. To have a lover when there were so few women must have seemed like a gift. Then to have her taken away—it must have been a very dark time for him. Maybe that’s why he’s so stinking happy to have me. I feel a surge of affection for the big guy.

Totally getting a handy tonight.





VEKTAL


The men have endless questions, as I knew they would. Will the women resonate for them? How many are there? What did they look like? Do they have mates of their own? Are the humans shaped like sa-khui women? “The differences are minor,” I tell them. “They have no tails, and their mouths are small, and they do not have fangs. They cannot eat meat fresh. They must cook it until it has no flavor.”

Someone makes a gagging noise.

“But . . . you resonated for her? She is small. Can she take you?” Salukh asks this, the biggest of our hunters. No doubt he’s picturing himself next to tiny Georgie and trying to fit himself into her. The thought makes me curiously angry. I know it is an innocent question—Salukh has never had a mate to share his furs. He keenly wants one.

I should share the information I have. Tell them that sliding into Georgie’s tight, wet cunt is like a dream. That she convulses and clenches around my cock when she’s feeling pleasure, just like our women. That her nipples are tipped with soft, textured skin and that they’re pink like her tongue. But it seems too intimate. As I look at Salukh’s avid gaze, though, I know he is hoping that one of the human females will make his khui resonate. Then he will be able to claim a mate and have a family, his greatest desire.

So I give them a few grudging facts. “She has fur in one other spot on her body. On her sex.” At the exclamations, I add, “And a third nipple.”

“Another nipple?” Raahosh asks, his voice curt. Disbelieving. “For young? Where?”

“Between her legs.”

He snorts, clearly finding this ridiculous. “She is deformed, and yet she will not accept the mating? She should be lucky to have you.”

His words infuriate me. I rise to my feet. “You speak out of bitterness, Raahosh,” I tell him. “You are jealous that I have resonated and your own khui remains silent after all this time. My mate is perfect in every way. It is not her fault that she comes from a place with different customs. In her land, they choose their mates.”

Someone mutters at this strangeness.