The Barbarian Before Christmas (Ice Planet Barbarians #17.5)(13)

"Maybe it should be." The tip of her tongue slicks along her upper lip. "I loved it. I loved watching you get so turned on, and when you put your hand in my hair…" She gives a little shiver of delight.

I groan again, because even though I have just finished, she makes me hard with need once more. My cock stirs just as my khui does, and this time, I wish to pleasure her. With a low growl, I grab her by the waist and bear her back to the furs, trailing my mouth down her belly. She is thinner than I remember, my Ell-ee, and I resolve I will never leave her side again. I will make sure she eats all the time, until she is as round and plump as Mah-dee. I like that thought very much. I press kisses to the soft, pale skin of her belly, moving lower until I brush my lips over the curls of her cunt. Her scent is sweetest here, and I know her curls hide the pink flush of her folds, the wet, rich flavor of her. My mouth waters for a taste, and when she moans and her hands go to my horns, her thighs trembling, I understand why she enjoyed giving me pleasure with her mouth. When I do the same for her, there is nothing better in the world.

And then I place my mouth on the soft flesh of her cunt, and she cries out, her body arching underneath me. A burst of wetness touches my tongue, telling me that she enjoys this as much as I enjoy her responses. There is a saying amongst the hunters—that there is no taste better than that of a resonance mate on your tongue, and I know this to be true. I have missed the taste of my sweet Ell-ee these long days apart. I have missed the taste of her, the scent of her need, the clench of her thighs as she presses against the sides of my face and horns. I glide one hand down her flank, caressing her. She has no tail for me to grasp onto, but I wind my tail around her ankle, clasping her against me. Her legs tremble and quiver as my tongue glides over her folds, and I can hear her breathing quickening with nervous anticipation. Ell-ee sucks in a breath when I explore her, teasing my mouth all along her cunt, but avoiding the best part—that sensitive third nipple at the top of her folds that she loves to be touched so much. I want to savor her first, to make her wild with need.

"Bek," she pants, her teats heaving. "Please. Come inside me. I want you to fill me up."

"Patience," I tell her, pleased that she is so needy. My khui rumbles with pleasure at the sight of her sprawled below me, her thighs clasping against my face. My mate. My perfect female, full of my kit and so wonderfully responsive to my touch. Resonance has chosen wisely for me, and I feel a burst of pride just looking at her. Ah, my sweet Ell-ee. So utterly perfect.

Mine. All mine.

With a grin of pure joy, I lower my head and go back to kissing and licking her cunt. I explore her with my mouth, though I have been between her thighs many times since we first mated. It does not matter. Every time is a delicious journey, and I love to feel her squirming underneath me, lifting her hips in silent guidance of where she wants my mouth most. I tease my tongue at the entrance to her core, where she is wettest, and when she moans my name, I give her a lick and then move away again, delighting in her whimper. I will pleasure her there, but in time. My cock already aches and grows hard with need once more, but I ignore it. It has been too long since I pleasured my Ell-ee, and I want to enjoy my time between her thighs.

I could spend all night here and never grow tired of her little sighs, her whimpers, her moans. I glance up at her even as I trace one finger up and down her wet seam, and her head is thrown back in the furs, her eyes closed. Her teats thrust into the air, nipples tight and pink, and as I watch, she rolls her hips, a silent request for more.

How can a male refuse such a pretty thing? I lower my head and press a kiss to the little nub of her third nipple, and she gives a little cry that makes my sac tighten in response. Ah, how I love that sound. I slide my finger back and forth along her folds, teasing her even as I tongue her nipple, making wet circles around it. She cries out, hips undulating underneath me, pressing up against my finger as I stroke nearer to her core. She wants to be pierced by it—by my body. She wants to be speared on my length, to have me fill her up.

By the snows, I want that, too. But I want the taste of her release on my tongue first, like she gave to me. I picture her mouth, shiny and painted with my seed, and groan deep. It renews my fever for her, and I apply myself with ferocity, tonguing her nipple with rapid, repeated strokes even as I pump a finger into her warmth.

"Oh! Bek! Oh, I want you so much," she cries out, and it is the loudest I have ever heard my mate. I groan at this, rocking my hips into the furs as if it were the clasp of her body. I am desperate to be inside her, but I need her to come first. I need it more than I have needed anything in this moment. I know my Ell-ee's body well, though, and I know for her to come, I must not falter. So I ignore her cries and her sweet begging, I ignore the rock of her hips and continue to lap at her third nipple with sure, steady strokes, even as I pump my finger inside her, mimicking the way my cock will fill her shortly. She arches and writhes up against my mouth, her hands gripping my horns. Her breath comes in short, sharp pants, but she is no longer begging for me. She has no air left for words. I can feel the quivers racing through her body, the way her thighs tense against my shoulders, and I know she is close. I add a second finger when I stroke into her heat, and continue with my tongue. Over and over, I flick it in a steady, unhurried rhythm against her most sensitive spot even as she goes wild underneath me.

Then, with a little scream of pleasure, my mate comes. Her body shudders against my face, and I taste a rush of wet warmth against my tongue. Her cunt clamps down against my fingers and I keep stroking her, determined to wring out every bit of pleasure possible. She moans and rubs up against me, rocking even as she shudders, until she is spent and panting, her pale skin glazed with a light sheen of sweat.