Ice Planet Barbarians (Ice Planet Barbarians, #1)(58)

I mean, there aren’t any toilets, but living as a barbarian? Not so bad when you’ve got a big, sexy barbarian male with you.

Vektal tromps through the snow for several minutes, and just when I’m about to shove a hand down my own pants and take care of business, he stops. “Here is far enough.”

He sets me down, and I look around with a frown. We’re in the middle of nowhere, a few scattered trees nearby. There’s a large flat rock here, about waist height, and the sight of it arouses me because I picture Vektal mounting me from behind and fucking the daylights out of me. My thighs tighten again. “Here?”

His hand goes to my neck, and he pulls me against him in a brutal, possessive kiss. “Here we are far enough away that when they hear you scream with pleasure, they will not think to come and rescue you.”

I blush at his words, but they make heat pool in my veins. “You are one sexy beast, you know that?”

“All I know is that I am yours,” he says to me. His mouth captures mine again, and I feel the scrape of his fangs a moment before his tongue swipes against mine, the bumps playing against my own tongue and sending a spike of fierce desire through me.

I moan and slide my hands into the laces of his leggings. “I want your skin against mine,” I tell him. “All of you, against me.” My khui hums an agreement. A moment later, my wandering hands brush against the head of his cock, and I feel drops of pre-cum against the crown of his cock. I lift one to my mouth and moan at the taste of him. It’s like nothing I’ve ever tasted before: sweet, musky, and delicious. He tasted good pre-khui, but now . . . I drop to my knees in front of him. “God, I really want to suck your cock.”

“It is said that the taste of a resonance mate is like no other flavor,” he murmurs, his hand brushing through my hair. “I know there is no finer thing than your dew on my tongue.”

Dew? We’d have to talk about love words in the future. I smile up at him and pull at his pants until his cock is freed from his lacings. I take him in my hand and moan my pleasure at the hot, throbbing length of him and then lick the droplets beading on the crown. Each one is delicious. My hand steals to my own thighs, sliding into the leggings that Maylak gave me so I can rub myself as I touch him. I’m absolutely wild with lust, and I need him right this moment or I’m going to lose my mind. All the while, the khui is humming and throbbing a tune in time with Vektal’s.

It feels amazing. I sink a finger into myself and moan. It’s not enough.

“On your back for me,” my mate breathes, his hands caressing me. “If you must be filled so quickly, let me be the one to do it.”

I don’t need any convincing. I’m so wet, so slippery that I know I can take him. Feeling naughty, I get up on the stone and press my belly to it, my hips in the air. “Let’s do it from behind, Vektal. Remember? That night in your cave? You said you’d never done it that way.”

He growls, and I feel his mouth press to my back. “Never . . . tails . . .”

“But I have no tail,” I say and wiggle my ass at him.

Vektal grips my hips, and his hands rip at my leggings. I’m trying to help him, too, and then my ass is exposed to the chilly air and my pants are around my knees. I feel the hard press of his cock against my hip, and I spread my thighs wider—as wide as my clothing will allow. “Yes,” I breathe. “Please.”

Then my mate pushes into me, and he’s so big that a gasp catches in my throat. I feel every ridge of his cock as he enters me, I’m so tight. But God, it’s so freaking good that I cry out. My fingers claw at the rock, desperate for something to hold onto. But there’s nothing. There’s just Vektal and his cock pushing into me.

He pushes even deeper, and then I feel something push against my bottom, feel the prod of that hard spur against the bud of my ass. That sends an entirely new set of sensations shooting through me, and I practically leap off the rock. “Again,” I cry out when he pulls back. “Oh fuck, do that again!”

Then he thrusts into me, and instead of rubbing against my clit, the spur pushes against the entrance of my ass. It feels weird and tight and oddly arousing. “We’re definitely going to have to add doggy style to our repertoire,” I tell him, panting.

“My sweet resonance,” he grits out. “You—”

Something bright flashes in the sky. I freeze under Vektal, and we watch, breathless, as a spaceship, swimming with lights, hovers in the skies over the mountain. It circles and then hangs in the sky over the spot where the old cargo bay was left behind.

Where we were left behind.

I can’t move as I watch the sky, waiting to see what happens. Over me, cock-deep inside me, Vektal is frozen as well.

The ship seems to hover for forever. Then the lights blink off, and it lifts up, winking out of the atmosphere.

I gasp with relief. “It’s gone?”

“It seems they do not want metlaks,” Vektal says, amusement in his voice. “And you, my sweet human, are now forever part of this world.”

I touch my breastbone, and then I begin to thrum anew, my purring matching Vektal’s. “I’m yours forever, aren’t I?”

“Forever,” he says, thrusting deep once more. He pumps into me over and over, until I’m crying out with my release. It’s swift and rough, just like how he’s taking me, and Vektal’s own release is but moments behind. This time, when his seed spurts into me, I don’t feel the heat of it. My body temperature’s warmer now, like his. I’m not sure how it’s possible, because a fever can damage humans, but I suspect the khui is busy inside me, rewriting all kinds of genetic things to make sure that I have a long, healthy life on this new planet.