Ice Planet Barbarians: The Complete Series: A SciFi Alien Serial Romance

by Ruby Dixon

  “Never mind.” I pat his chest and then find myself utterly fascinated with the play of his muscles. “Oh, wow. Vektal, I feel very . . .”

  “In tune with your resonance?” he asks. Under my hand, he begins to thrum louder, and that makes my nipples prick as my own khui responds.

  I nod.

  He clasps me against him, and I gasp because it feels . . . amazing. “Shall we go somewhere private then, my mate?”

  “But . . . the others . . .”

  “The men will take care of them for the night,” he says and traces a finger down my cheek that leaves me shuddering with need. “They will keep them warm and fed while they adjust to their khui. And in the morning, we shall all start the journey home.”

  Home. After weeks of being captive, it feels so nice to think of a place as home. “Where can we go?” I ask him, lacing my fingers in his. “Lead on.”

  But he hesitates. “Do you feel well, my resonance? Do you want to rest? To sleep?”

  “Right now, I want to tear your clothing off and put my mouth all over you,” I tell him, and the purring in my chest increases. So does the wetness between my legs. If I had panties, they’d be soaked.

  Vektal’s nostrils flare, and he stifles a groan in his throat. Before I can react, he throws me over his shoulder and begins to storm off into the darkness. “We will return at daybreak,” he calls to one of his men.

  “Enjoy the resonance,” the man calls back, and there is envy in his voice.

  I wiggle with excitement on Vektal’s shoulder. God, I should not be so aroused, but I am. The khui humming through my system is making me feel warm and good, and the intense arousal feels like a bonus. Why was I so against the thing? I touch my breastbone and feel it humming happily underneath. If this is all it takes to live at Vektal’s side for the rest of my life, I’ll take it.

  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.

  Vektal lifts me off the rock and pulls me into his arms, and he can’t stop kissing me. I laugh and kiss him back, and then we fall into the snow together, our pants down.

  I huff, exhausted but still humming from within. I stare up at the night sky, checking for more spaceships, but all is quiet.

  For better or for worse, we’re here. I’m thinking it’s for better. In fact, I know it’s for better because the man next to me pulls me against him and begins to lick and nibble at my earlobes. “I’m pretty sure we’re going to have to do t
hat again,” I tell him breathlessly. “My khui doesn’t seem to be calming down much.”

  “I’m told it’s most intense during the first few days of resonance. After that, we should be able to walk normally,” he teases.

  Well, thank God for that. “And then what comes next?”

  “Home. Our den together.” He touches my stomach. “Our kit.” His fingers caress my flat stomach. “Hopefully the first of many human and sa-khui matings.”

  That . . . sounds pretty good to me. I push him onto his back, noticing that even my busted wrist doesn’t hurt much anymore—the khui at work, maybe? I smile down at my mate. “Just as long as you don’t go resonating for anyone else.”

  He shakes his head somberly. “One resonance mate. We mate for life.”

  I like the sound of that, too.

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  As an intake officer for six years, nothing surprises Terra-born Rebecca Varda anymore. Nothing. Except the arrival of Karru C’Hali, Overlord of Palia. He’s nearly seven feet of honey-skinned, heavily carved and deliciously muscled male, and his presence has her heart racing with apprehension. Not because he’s unsanctioned, but because Palia—and their people—are a myth. Maybe.

  Even if they aren’t, he can take his unsanctioned alien ass off Rilli. When he doesn’t, she decides that if he wants to run afoul of the station director and end up in a federation holding cell, it’s no concern of hers. Until it is. Rebecca finds herself wrapped in Karru’s arms and embroiled in the drama surrounding Palia, Rilli, and a long lost royal family line that ends with… her.

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  Not Quite Terran Part Four

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  Other Titles by Ruby Dixon

  The Bedlam Butchers

  Off Limits

  Packing Double

  Double Trouble

  Double Down

  Double or Nothing

  Ice Planet Barbarians

  Part One: Stolen

  Part Two: Captive

  Part Three: Lost

  Part Four: Found

  Part Five: Truth

  Part Six: Resonance

  Ice Planet Barbarians

  Copyright

  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.

  No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the author except in the case of brief quotation embodied in critical articles and reviews.

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  Copyright © 2015 Ruby Dixon

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  First Digital Edition, April 2015

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  Table of Contents

  Ice Planet Barbarians

  PART ONE

  PART TWO

  PART THREE

  PART FOUR

  PART FIVE

  PART SIX

  Newsletter

  Not Quite Terran by Erin Tate

  Other Titles by Ruby Dixon

  Copyright