by Ruby Dixon
“I’m bigger than Kivian.”
“I gotta admit, that’s one of the things I like about you. I never thought I was a size queen, but how big you are turns me on.” She gives a little shiver that makes my sac tighten, and I have to hold my breath or I’m going to spill in my pants before she peels them back. She leans on one arm, and with her hand continues to stroke up and down my length. “You think I haven’t guessed that you’re packing a lot of heat right here? You think it hasn’t made my mouth water? You think I’m some simpering virgin that’s going to be terrified at the sight of a big cock rising out of your pants?”
I say nothing. My mouth is too dry for words.
Cat just gives me a knowing look. “Don’t protect me, Tarekh. When I said I wanted you, I meant you. Not some watered-down version of a relationship. If I can’t handle things, I’ll tell you to stop. You think I’ve ever held back before?”
I think of all the filthy audios she sent me in the last few weeks. I think of when I met her and she spat in my face. I think of the time she stabbed me with the needle and how mad she was that she failed. I think of her mischievous smile every day when she teases me. No, Cat’s never held back. “It would break me if I hurt you,” I tell her, my throat aching with how much I want her.
“I know,” she tells me softly, and then a little smile curves her mouth. “Trust me, like I trusted you.”
She’s got me there. I nod.
Her eyes gleam and then she leans over me, her hand sliding over my cock once more before she tugs the fabric aside and exposes my length. I’m not wearing undergarments. Never saw much need for ’em. Gotta admit I love the way Cat’s eyes widen with surprised pleasure when my cock is freed. Her lips part and I get a glimpse of pink tongue before her hand caresses my length and she gives me a thoughtful look. “Oh my. Ribbed for her pleasure.”
“What?”
“Nothing,” she murmurs. “Just a little something we humans like to say.” Her gaze moves up, just a little. “So that’s a spur.”
I nod. I don’t think I can speak.
“Good to know. Does it do anything?” Cat reaches out and touches it with one light finger.
Now I’m the one shuddering. “Does it need to do something?” I manage. I’ve never heard of a spur doing anything. It’s just…there.
“Just curious.” She wiggles her eyebrows at me in that fascinating human way and then wraps her hand around the shaft of my cock. That’s all the warning I get before she bends over and takes me in her mouth.
It takes everything I have not to thrust into her warm mouth. To push against that slick, wonderful tongue and fuck the well of her throat. I close my eyes, determined to remain still even as she makes a noise of pleasure in her throat and begins to lick my length with noisy, mind-blowing drags of her tongue.
I can do this. I can handle it.
It might be the best thing I’ve ever felt, but I can hold off. I won’t break. I won’t.
Sweat beads on my forehead even as she begins to drag her hand up and down the ridges on my shaft, squeezing and caressing as her mouth works the head of my cock. It’s incredible, but the most amazing thing is the little noises of pleasure she makes as she mouths me. I can bear it, I tell myself, even as my sac tightens and her hand slides over it in a quick caress. I can—
She touches underneath my sac, to a spot that I’ve never touched before, and it’s too much.
In the space of one moment and the next, I have her on her back and I’m over her, her legs spread, my cock ready to thrust inside her and claim her before I spill all over the blankets. I manage to catch myself just before I thrust into her, and my eyes meet hers.
Cat’s gaze is eager, her teats heaving with each breath that she pants. She puts one hand on my shoulder and the other on my cock. “Do it,” she breathes, and guides me to the entrance to her core, pushing through the folds of her cunt. “Now, Tarekh. You know I’m yours. Claim me.”
Even though every nerve in my body is screaming for me to thrust deep, I don’t. I push into her with achingly slow movements, my hips rocking with the gentle, shallow pumps I allow myself. I’m surprised at the ease with which I pierce her body. She’s still tight but wet and giving and so ready that it doesn’t take long before I’m seated completely into her, and she’s got her arms wrapped tight around my neck, and moans. Her eyes are closed, her mouth slightly open.
“Is it all right?” I ask, wanting to touch her face, to know that this mating between us is as good for her as it is for me.
Because it’s exquisite for me.
“So good,” she breathes. “You’re so deep, Tarekh. And your spur…” She moves her hand between us, feeling, and when her fingers flutter over my spur, I realize it’s rubbing against her little pink button of flesh that I thought was her spur. That light touch feels amazing, and I can’t help the involuntary jerk forward that my hips make.
Her cunt clenches tight around me and she gasps. A whimper escapes her. “Oh god, that hits me just right. Tarekh, more.” Her hand slides down my chest. “Let go. I want to see you come.”
I sink deep, loving her little cry of response and the way her nails dig into my skin. She bares her teeth as I thrust again, and then we’re both working furiously against each other. With every pounding thrust I make into her welcoming body, she raises her hips up until we’re slamming against each other furiously, unable to slow our pace. She hisses instructions at me, demanding that I go faster, harder, even as she claws at my arm plates and screams my name. I push one of her thighs back against her belly, and then I can thrust even deeper into her welcoming cunt.
The angle changes her reactions, and she goes from fierce and demanding to quivering within the space of a few thrusts. She comes so hard that she screams, and her cunt clenches around my cock so tightly that it feels like a vise. Then I’m coming, unable to stop myself from spilling into her body with a furious heat that erupts from deep inside me.
Mine.
The thought explodes through my head even as I collapse on top of her slight weight. It takes no longer than the space of a breath or two before I realize that I’m probably crushing her, and then I roll onto my side, my cock still seated deep inside her warmth.
Cat gives a contented little sigh and immediately rolls against me, pressing her cheek to my chest and locking one of her legs around my hip, even as her other leg is trapped under mine. Absently, I wrap my tail around her ankle, locking her legs around me because I like the feel of her there. “That was impressive,” she murmurs, then pats my chest. “Good job.”
I chuckle, because it seems odd to be told that, like I completed a chore to her satisfaction. “Thank you, I think.” I stroke my hand down her back, wanting to hold her tight against me and never let her go. Might make working in med-bay a bit tricky, but Kivian’d understand. “Was it…did you enjoy…”
“If you’re asking if I came, I did. Twice,” she tells me sleepily. “Those are the parts where I was screaming like a banshee.”
I love this female. I don’t know what a banshee is, but I’m amused nevertheless. “Only those parts? There was a lot of screaming.”
“There was a lot of coming,” she tells me in a blissful voice.
I’m pleased to hear that. I stroke her hair back from her sweaty face, fascinated by this lovely, fierce human. “You have my heart, little Cat. I’m afraid that I might never let you go after that.” Because that mating was incredible. Even now, I’m still feeling tremors shooting through my body, as if I’m ready to go off again at the slightest provocation. And when she chuckles, I can feel it all through my shaft, and it makes me want to roll her onto her back and pound into her again.
“I love you, too. And who says I want to be let go?” Cat asks, playful. She sobers a moment later and then gazes up at me. “Thank you for not making that weird.”
“Weird?”
She shrugs. “You know. About my past. I wasn’t sure how you would feel being with me, knowing what I’ve b
een through. Who I’ve been with.”
I caress her head, stroking her hair back from her face. “None of that is who you are. Who you are is this person here. The one with me now. The fierce little human who does what she must to survive and spits in the face of danger. I love her. I loved her since I met her.”
Her worried expression changes to a radiant smile. Cat’s hand slides over my hip and then she’s rubbing the base of my tail in the most obscene way I’ve ever been touched, ever.
Naughty thing. With a growl, I flip her backward and show her that I’m more than ready to claim my sweet mate again.
Epilogue
CATRIN
Six Months Later
“Approaching Saitalian Station,” Sentorr’s calm voice calls over the intercom. “Docking soon.”
I thumb a comm over to the bridge, curious. “How soon is soon?”
“Er, a few minutes. Why?” Sentorr’s voice is full of confusion.
“Just wondering. Don’t come to med-bay for the next fifteen to twenty.” I adjust my jumper—a new, sexy-feeling one made of a slinky fabric that changes colors in the light and has a belt that hangs against my hips in a way that accentuates them. Tarekh’s gonna love it.
“TMI,” Fran pipes up over the intercom.
Oh shit. Was that not a direct comm? I guess my surprise is spoiled. “None of you guys come to med-bay for the next fifteen minutes,” I bellow out over the intercom again and then shut it off. I leave my room—our room—and head down the hall to med-bay, where my love is probably trying to find the scanner I keep putting back in the right place. It’s like if things are out of place, Tarekh can find them. In the right home? He’ll look for hours.
It’s a fun game.
Alyvos passes me in the hallway and just gives a small shake of his head. I grin at him. They might think our antics are a little over the top, but they’re fun. Besides, he doesn’t realize what a turn-on it is to see Tarekh’s horns blush at the base. When he gets his own female, he’ll understand.
I head to med-bay and the door slides open. Sure enough, Tarekh’s on the floor, digging through the cabinet of medi-parts and spares that I’ve thoughtfully organized for him. He glances up at me briefly. “What was that on the comm all about? And have you seen my scanner? I’d swear it was just here.”
I move to the table and hop onto it, crossing my legs. “I need a moment with the medic of this ship,” I tell him, making my voice as grave as possible.
He jerks upright, looking over at me. “Are you all right? What’s wrong?” His eyes widen. “Are you pregnant?”
“Not yet, silly. We don’t see the baby doc for another six months, remember?” We’re saving money up for a nice little place on a distant planet where we can hide out and raise a family. Maybe. We haven’t decided yet, mostly because we’re having too much fun pirating right now. I’m pretty sure I gave Tarekh a few white hairs when we had to raid that ship in the Zstyri system, but later on, he admitted it was a good plan. No one saw a human female coming, and then it was too late. I told him I was a perfect Trojan horse…and then I had to explain what a Trojan horse was.
“Right.” He gives me a sheepish look. “Just we have a lot of sex.”
Boy, do we. And boy, do I love it. Which is why I’m here. I bite my lip and put my hand on my zipper at my throat. “We need to talk, doctor. I have an ache.”
He approaches me, eyes narrowed with concern. “What aches? And why are you calling me doctor? And where’s my scanner?”
Good lord, this man is bad at playing pretend. “What aches?”
“Yes.” Real worry is in his eyes and he runs his knuckles over my cheek. “Was I too rough with you last night?”
“God, no,” I breathe. Last night was pretty amazing…which might be why I’m horny and showing up at med-bay for a quickie before we dock. “But I do ache. So badly.” I add a sultry note to my voice.
“Show me where.”
I pull down the zipper of my jumper and expose my breasts, squeezing them together. “Right here, doctor.”
His horns flush. Tarekh tears his gaze away from my cleavage and then shoots me an incredulous look. “This is a game?”
“A sexy game.”
Relief moves over his face and he rubs a big hand down his jaw. “You’ll be the death of me, Cat. Little tease.”
“Shhh,” I tell him, nudging his leg with my boot. “Play along.”
He schools his features and clears his throat. “Sorry. Of course. What can this lowly medic do to help you, female?”
I bite my lip and push my heaving, naked breasts at him. “I’m pretty sure a nice tissue massage would help the ache.”
He gets a speculative gleam in his eyes and leans in. “I’ve heard if you rub lower, it can alleviate a host of symptoms in the body. Would you like for me to try?”
Oh, now my nipples are really tight and I’m throbbing with anticipation. “That’s a great idea,” I say, breathless. “Because I just started aching between my thighs, too.”
“I’ve got the perfect solution for that,” he murmurs, and licks his lips. “Lie back on the table and let this medic help you.” One hand presses me back even as he holds my legs and pulls them apart. “I won’t stop until I’ve eased your pain.”
My little moan is one of excitement. “We’ve got fifteen minutes before the others are expecting us,” I tell him even as he begins to undo the auto-zips on the pants leg of my jumper.
“You can’t rush a good tonguing,” my lover tells me. “Not when it’s a matter of life or death.”
God, do I love this man.
Author’s Note
I hope you enjoyed Cat and Tarekh! They were such a joy to write that they quickly became a favorite of mine. Of course, after finishing this, I love the crew of the Fool more than I should, because I already have Alyvos’s story and Sentorr’s story in my head. Author problems, I have them (haha).
Kati Wilde did an amazing job with this cover, and I am eternally grateful that she doesn’t scream when I’m all YES HE’S BLUE AND HAS A TAIL AND WE NEED TATTOOS. She’s so awesome. Also awesome is my editor, Aquila Editing, who might have coined the term ‘CATCHURBATION’ and made me cackle with insane glee. It’s the little things, guys.
I’ve been crazy busy lately and I wish I could say it’s letting up, but my schedule is as hectic as ever. I’m not entirely sure what’s on the docket for April yet, because it depends on a lot of things. It might be a novella, simply because of time constraints. If you’d like to make a plug for your favorite couple in any of my series to get a second novella, do so on Facebook! I’m open to suggestions, because maybe they’ll spark something fun and sexy. Corsair #3? Prison Planet #2? Sasha and Dakh’s Excellent Beach Adventure?
Once things get back on track, it’s Icehome #2, also known as VERONICA’S DRAGON. I hate to keep making excuses for my schedule, but I also value your time and patience and don’t want to set expectations I can’t keep. As a reader, nothing’s more frustrating than an author that pushes out a much-wanted book for months or years. I PROMISE I’m not doing that. More like an extra couple of weeks. <3
As always, I cannot say thank you enough to all of my fans who send me love and funny pictures on Facebook every day, and who recommend my books to their friends and insist their libraries carry copies. You guys are amazing and I adore you. <3 <3
Ruby
The Corsair’s Captive
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A pirate doesn’t ask for permission - he takes.
When I see the delicate human female collared and enslaved by the smuggler I’m about to swindle, I do what any male would do.
I take her from him. It’s what I do best, after all.
Now Fran’s mine, and I’m never giving her up. On board my spaceship, she’ll be safe. She’ll wear my clothes, eat my food, and sleep in my bed. I’ll keep her safe from a gala
xy that wishes her harm.
But my sweet Fran wants nothing more than to return to Earth. How can I take her home when she holds my heart in her dainty, five-fingered hands?
This story stands completely alone and is only marginally connected to the Ice Planet Barbarians series and Prison Planet Barbarian. You do not need to read those books in order to follow this one.
Prison Planet Barbarian
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Being kidnapped by aliens is one thing.
Being kidnapped by aliens and sent to a prison planet is something infinitely worse.
Here in Haven’s prison system, I’m stranded among strangers, enemies, and the most ruthless criminals in the galaxy. There’s no safety for a human woman here, especially not one branded as a murderer. I’m doomed to a fate worse than death.
Then -- he decides I should be his. His name’s Jutari. He’s seven feet tall, blue, and horned. He’s an assassin and one of the most dangerous prisoners here. He’s like no one I’ve ever met before…and he might be my only chance.
This story stands completely alone and is only marginally connected to the Ice Planet Barbarians or Corsairs series. You do not need to read those books in order to follow this one.
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