Barbarian's Tease: A SciFi Alien Romance (Ice Planet Barbarians Book 16)

by Ruby Dixon

  Brooke cries out and pushes her bottom out farther, as if she can find my cock and bring it inside her. I am fascinated at the thought of claiming my mate like this, and I do not hesitate longer. I take my cock in hand. It aches with fierce need, the head dripping with slick pre-cum, and drag it along her folds, letting her know I am about to push into her. I do not want to scare her.

  But Brooke only gives a fierce “yes” and pushes back against me, rubbing her cunt along the length of my cock.

  She feels like nothing I have ever imagined, even in my most heated thoughts, and I cannot resist dragging my length against her folds, over and over again.

  “Oh god, you had to have ridges, didn’t you?” she chokes out, her little rocking movements along my length maddening. She presses one hand between her thighs, her fingertips grazing my cock-head with every thrust forward I make. “You’re going to feel amazing inside me, aren’t you?”

  “Yes,” I tell her thickly. Now she is the one talking “filthy” to me, telling me things that make my cock jerk in response. Does she wish for me to speak such words to her again? “I have ridges and a spur,” I tell her. “All for your pleasure.”

  “Oh, fuck. I forgot about the spur,” she breathes, twisting to look over her shoulder at me. “Where does it go when you fuck me like this?”

  “We will find out,” I tell her, and fit the head of my cock against the entrance to her core. “Are you ready to learn?”

  Brooke gives a little shriek that might be a yes, and then she’s pushing back against me, encouraging me with her body to plunge forward. I want to, but I go slow instead, watching as my dark blue cock sinks deeper and deeper into her pink, hot, wet flesh. I nearly come at the sight of her cunt gripping my length, clasping it tightly, but I want more than a quick spill inside her. I focus on Brooke instead, concentrating on her reactions and that I am not hurting her. That my thick length is not too much for her smaller body to clasp. That my spur does not stab her uncomfortably as I sink in. That she does not tense in pain or dislike.

  But her moans are only ones of encouragement, not discomfort. “Oh, fuck me, your spur…”

  I groan, as well. When I sink in fully, the root of my cock flush against her bottom, my spur has sunk deep into the pucker of her bottom, and it feels…indescribable. I stiffen, realizing just how deeply she can clasp all of me.

  She writhes against me. “More,” she chants. “More, Taushen. Don’t stop now.”

  Stop? Never. I put a hand to her delicate shoulder, then clasp her at the back of her neck, anchoring her in place so my next stroke can be as firm and forceful as she wants. “You like it when I claim you, my mate?”

  She gives a little cry. “Oh, fuck yes. Taushen, you filthy thing, you. You’re going to claim the hell out of me, aren’t you?”

  I growl, because her excitement is making mine impossible to contain. I slam into her with my next thrust, and her shudder of delight makes me pound into her again. “I am going to claim your cunt,” I rasp between strokes, and when I feel her tighten, quivering, around my cock, I tell her more. “And then I am going to claim your mouth.”

  “With your cock? God, you’re so filthy.” She squirms, delighted at my words. “Tell me more.”

  More? I cast about, thinking. How else can I claim her? What ways have I not thought of? A new idea occurs to me, and I growl low again. “After I claim your mouth, I will push my cock between your teats and claim them, too.”

  She cries out, a shudder ripping through her. “You’re going to fuck my tits?”

  “Yes,” I tell her firmly, and reach up to clasp one, teasing the tip between my fingers. She arches, crying out loudly, so loud that surely our captors must be hearing such things. “I am going to claim all of you, Brooke. You are mine and mine alone. Understand?”

  “Yes,” she cries, her fingers clawing at the wall. “Just keep fucking me, Taushen. Yes!”

  I do. I give her everything I have, sinking deep into her with every powerful thrust. She clasps me tight, her body quivering with every push into her, and it feels as if she is growing tighter and tighter with every stroke.

  But she is frantic, and it is clear she needs more. “Harder,” she demands, pressing her cheek against the wall. “Pull my hair.”

  Pull her hair? I give it an experimental, gentle tug, and she makes a sound of pleasure. “Pinch my tits. Make me come, Taushen. Make me come so hard.”

  “So demanding,” I grit between clenched teeth, fascinated by how wild she is. “Perhaps you should ask me nicely and I will make you come.”

  “Fuck,” she whimpers. “I need to come.”

  “Then tell me you are mine, and I will make you come,” I caress her teat lightly, letting my fingers skim over the tip. She pushes it against my hand, but I go still and she squirms, frustrated.

  “Yours,” she cries out. “Yours, Taushen. All yours. Now make me come. Please!”

  “Tell me what you need.” I grasp a handful of her hair again and pull her head back, ever so gentle. “Tell me what you need to make you come, Brooke.”

  “My clit,” she moans. “Touch my clit while you fuck me.”

  Between her thighs? I nod, and love that she is so demanding. Has any female ever been so strong and so sweetly giving at the same time? I thrust into her again and then slide my hand down her hip to her cunt, seeking out her clit. I drag my fingertips up and down her folds, seeking the right touch, and when I find it, she screams.

  I can feel her entire body shudder and quake around me. She tightens, and then I feel her release break over her. Her cry grows low, and she sags against the wall, panting as her cunt clenches over and over again around my cock.

  Another growl breaks from my throat, and with a few more thrusts, I come, too. My release pours forth from my body, and I empty into her as if my lifeblood pours from my body to hers. Still I pump into her, ignoring the fact that my release is draining my strength and that her cunt is filled with my seed, our movements slick.

  She is mine. With every thrust inside her, she is mine.

  My Brooke. My mate.

  6

  BROOKE

  Once isn’t enough.

  I realize that through a lust-riddled fog of thoughts as I rest against the wall, trying to catch my breath. That was the most amazing sex I’ve ever had…and it still wasn’t enough. The ache inside me still burns as much as ever, and I whimper at the realization.

  This is going to be a long, long night.

  Taushen pulls his body free from me, and I can feel our mingled releases wetting the insides of my thighs. I feel hollow from our coming together, and not just because of how big he is. I still ache deep inside. He pulls me against him, his skin sweaty, and he cups my chin with his fingers. “Did I hurt you?”

  “No,” I answer truthfully. He could have been ten times rougher and I would have eaten up every second of it. “I need more, though.”

  His eyes widen a little, and he rubs his thumb along my jaw. It takes everything I have not to rub against him like a kitten. “You did not come? I did not please you?”

  Oh, I came. And oh boy, he pleased me. “Yes and yes, but I still need more. I’m afraid I’m going to be really demanding for the next while.”

  He chuckles and leans in, still panting. “Then I shall give you what you need. But my body must have time to recover.”

  Right. His dick hasn’t been roofied. I’m the one suffering. I nod.

  He presses a light kiss to my cheek, then the corner of my mouth, and I ache with just how sweet those light caresses are. To think that he could be so rough—on demand, of course—a few moments ago and so incredibly tender now just makes me want him harder. It doesn’t hurt that he’s easy on the eyes and covered in muscles. I’m still getting used to the horns and tail, but oh god, I’m so not opposed to the spur.

  That filthy, filthy spur.

  Just thinking about that makes me shudder all over again.

  He gives my cheek another caress and then mo
ves away. I want to whine with protest at the loss of his heated skin against mine, but he’s picking up his leathers, spreading them out on the floor, and it’s obvious he’s making us a soft nest to sit on. It’s thoughtful, given that this room looks like it’s just a storeroom in the ship and there’s no place soft to sit and relax. I’m touched at how caring he is, and when he indicates I should sit on the nest he’s created, I do so, sinking gratefully onto the leathers. I’m tired but restless at the same time, and it’s frustrating. When Taushen sits next to me, I practically fling myself into his arms, burying my face against his neck and inhaling his scent. God save me, even his sweat smells amazing. This roofie is some potent shit. I thought Taushen was attractive and sexy before, but this thing is bringing me to new levels.

  When he doesn’t protest my clinginess, I crawl into his lap and straddle him, his half-mast cock tucked between us. I press my breasts against his chest, rubbing up and down so my nipples can tease against his pectorals. He’s got ridges everywhere, and I love the tactile feel of him against me. His skin is like suede, not quite furry all over, but that soft chamois feeling that makes him an absolute joy to touch. And then he’s got those hard, armored plates that feel something like I imagine a hoof might feel like, but they’re ridged and cover his arms and his chest, tapering down to more smooth chamois skin.

  And his cock…sigh. Just thinking about his cock makes me all wet and needy again.

  “You are whimpering,” he murmurs, caressing my face with strong fingers. “Are you cold?”

  I shake my head, rubbing my breasts against his chest again. “Not when you’re so warm and I can crawl all over you.”

  He chuckles and his hands slide down my back and rest on my butt. He leans in, and I think he’s going to make out with my ear, but he whispers, “Do you think our captors are fooled?”

  Oh. I forgot all about them in the heat of the moment. I sink my hand into his thick, almost ropey hair. “I don’t know if they need more convincing, but I’m down for round two.”

  Really, really down.

  Taushen sucks in a breath, as if surprised by my suggestion. I’m not sure why—we just had sex. It’s not like this is something new. Or is it because I’m so insatiable? Right now I don’t even care that the aliens might be watching. Let them watch. I wouldn’t care if there was an auditorium filled with people eating popcorn and watching him touch my breasts. All I know is that if I don’t get more of him, I’m going to lose my mind.

  But then he leans in and puts his mouth on mine again, and I forget about everything. I forget about being drugged. I forget about our captors. I forget about the very real return to slavery I’m facing. I don’t need anything but his kiss right now. I lose myself in his touch, fascinated by the ridges on his tongue as it slicks against mine. I need more of everything, and I need it now. I rock against his cock while straddling him, letting him know that I’m ready and willing.

  “Shhh,” he murmurs, and I realize I’m making those soft whimpering noises again. “We have time. Let me touch you.”

  Easy for him to say. He doesn’t feel like he’s being eaten alive by his cravings. But when he begins to gently touch me, exploring me, I close my eyes and relax, trying to focus on how good it feels and not the gnawing need inside me. He caresses me all over, his hands moving across my breasts and my belly, and it feels wonderful. I wrap my arms around his neck even tighter and bury my face against his skin, licking the hollow where his throat meets his shoulder, just below the shock collar. Even his sweat is delicious.

  His hand goes between my thighs, and I jerk hard against him, shaking my head. “No, not there.” If he tries to finger me or give me oral, I think it’ll just make me crazier. I need the real thing.

  Taushen pauses, frowning. “You do not wish for my touch?”

  “It’s too much,” I tell him, and lean in to bite at his throat again. I’m frantic, panting. Aching. “I want you deep inside me. No substitutes.” And just to add some encouragement, I push my hand between us and grip his cock.

  His breath hisses from between his teeth.

  “See what I mean?” I tell him between nips at his neck. “Is it too much?”

  He growls low in his throat, and his hand tightens on my hips. An aroused pulse of reaction flares in my body. “Then tell me what you want.”

  “You. Deep inside me. I thought I made that obvious.”

  There must be something in my tone that sets him off. He gives a short, almost barking laugh, and then surges forward. I barely manage to hold on to his neck, surprised, and then I find myself flat on my back on the pile of leathers, with Taushen’s body over me. “Is this what you want?” he demands, and then claims my mouth in a deep, searing kiss.

  Oh boy, is it ever. I make a little noise of affirmation and lift my hips, trying to rub against his cock.

  This time, there’s no more playing around. He pushes one of my thighs forward, practically pressing it to my chest, and then I feel him surge into me.

  I gasp, because not only does it feel incredible, but his spur is hitting me right in the most perfect of spots. When he strokes inside me, it rubs against my clit. It is…the best thing ever. Ever. I’m officially converted into the spur fan club.

  “Is this how you want it, my mate?” he growls as he thrusts into me again. His cock pushes into me so hard that I’m practically seeing stars in the best kind of way.

  My cry of delight reverberates in the room. Oh god, is it ever what I want. “Yes. Yes!”

  He makes a low sound of pleasure, and then he’s pumping into me again, leaning forward so hard that my legs are in the air, his weight pressing on my thighs. With every stroke, he pushes deeper into me, and it’s the best thing I’ve ever felt. I claw at his back, screaming with every thrust. When I come again, my body feels as if it’s exploding. The intensity between us is staggering, and I’m left gasping for breath as he groans my name, pumping into me. “Brooke,” he pants. “Brooke. Brooke.”

  I marvel at just how well he says my name compared to the other sa-khui, when he gives a little snarl and shudders, his release coming over him. I cling to him, holding tight. We’re both damp with sweat, and I’m pretty sure I’m sticky all over, but I’m also exhausted—and that’s a good thing.

  Maybe this drug—or drink or whatever—has a short-lived window. Whatever it is, I’m relieved when I fall asleep.

  7

  BROOKE

  When I slowly wake up from my sleep, I find that I’m curled around a large, impossibly warm, blue body. One big hand cups my ass and the other possessively hugs my shoulders. I’m sprawled against a massive chest, and my mouth looks dangerously close to one hard barbarian nipple.

  Oh, this is going to get awkward fast.

  I sit up, squinting at the lights overhead. I wish I had a hangover, or fuzzy memories of last night. Something I could blame impairment on and say that it wasn’t me who called Taushen nasty and demanded that he pull my hair.

  Nope. I remember it crystal clearly. That was all me. A very aroused, not-my-normal-self me, but still me. Hoo boy.

  Taushen reaches out to cup my cheek. “Sleep well?”

  I dodge his touch as best I can, faking a yawn. Of course, stretching my arms makes me aware that I’m still naked. And sore from last night. And Taushen’s naked, too. And parts of him are real happy to see me awake.

  Oh boy.

  I scrub my hands down my face. “I kind of wish I was still asleep.”

  “I, too, wish this was a bad dream.” He glances at the door, a worried look on his handsome face. Then he gazes back at me, and his expression softens. “Not all of it, though.”

  “Taushen,” I say gently. Oh dear. This is going to be difficult. I hesitate, trying to think of the best way to phrase this.

  He sits up, and I notice—totally against my will! Totally!—that he’s erect and just as large and ribbed as I remember. “I have been waiting a long time for you to wake up. I hunger to kiss you again.”

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nbsp; And there it is. I shrivel a little inside, knowing that this is going to come across really badly. “About last night…we should just forget it ever happened.” I glance at the door. “Unless the aliens come back again, then we need to pretend we’re mates still.”

  Taushen stiffens, his glowing eyes narrowing. “Pretend?”

  “Yep.”

  “What do you mean, pretend?”

  “You’re going to make me clarify, aren’t you?” I wrinkle my nose, but I suppose I expected that. “Okay. I thought we were on the same page with the roofie thing.”

  “You mentioned this word last night. You did not say what it was.”

  Did he…did he not grasp that part? “You guys know English, though! How can you not know what a roofie is? Better yet, how can you not freaking ask when I say ‘Oh, I’ve been roofied’?”

  His jaw clenches slightly. “If I asked every time a human spat a word I did not understand, I would be asking all day long—”

  “Oh, dickface!”

  “—such as now,” he continues. “So no, I did not ask. What is this roo-fee?”

  This is not happening to me. I press my hands to my forehead. “I can’t believe you never questioned this. Dude, a roofie is when someone gives you something that makes you want to have sex when you don’t want to.”

  He recoils like I’ve just told him his dick turned into a snake. “You did not wish to mate?”

  “Not really? I mean, it wasn’t high on my to-do list.”

  The big lunk just stares at me, shocked. “But you said you wished to mate with me to ensure that our captors thought we were resonance mates.”

  “I did say that.” I twist my hands, feeling awkward and horrible. Did any chick ever have to explain to her one-night stand that this wasn’t a forever thing? Gah. It’d be so much easier if I could just grab my shoes and run for the nearest elevator. Unfortunately, there’s no getting away. “I also said ‘pull my hair’ and ‘fuck me, you nasty thing’ and stuff like that. What I’m trying to say is that I wasn’t exactly myself. And we probably could have pretended to be mates just by, you know, holding hands and stuff.” I drop my voice to a whisper and glance at the door again, as if expecting orange aliens to be peeping at us even now.