by Ruby Dixon
Ereven releases my hair and his other hand goes to my hip. He grips me, and before I can demand that he throw me on the ground and screw me, he lifts me up and then sinks my spread pussy down onto his cock.
All the breath escapes my lungs. Just like that, I’m speared deeply onto him. My entire body jerks in response, and my arms tighten around his neck. He’s so much bigger than I am, and so strong that it’s nothing for him to lift me up and hold me like this, to fuck me standing up.
And oh God, just being like this is amazing. A thousand sensations are going off inside my body, and I cling to him, overwhelmed. My khui’s purring encouragement, and I can hear Ereven’s breath rasping in my ear. He shifts on his feet, just a little, and my entire body lights up again. His spur presses up against my clit, and I want to squirm against it. Actually, I want to squirm against all of him, just because how good it’ll feel.
Instead, I lock my feet behind his back, holding tighter onto him. “Please,” I whisper again. My mind’s going to explode from sheer pleasure if he thrusts even once, but I need it. Need it.
He growls my name out and lifts me, then thrusts me back down onto his cock.
A scream erupts from my throat. Pure sensation flares through my body, and I’ve never felt anything like this. Even the smallest twitch of his body against mine sends me flying. When he rocks into me again, it’s like I feel every ridge dragging through me, and my eyes nearly roll back in my head from the pleasure of it.
Ereven thrusts into me over and over, and each one feels better than the last. I cling to him with all my strength, my entire body tightening as sensation builds. I’m going to come soon, and I’m going to come really hard. I can feel my entire body tensing in preparation for the orgasm, and yet I’m still shocked when it explodes through me with the force of a hurricane. I hold onto him for dear life as my pussy clenches around his cock, and when he rams into me again, it sends me into an entirely new spiral. I cry out as the second, even more violent orgasm rips through me.
He growls and then the next thing I know, I’m on my back in the snow with my legs in the air. He bends over me, cock still buried deep inside me, and claims my mouth in a breathless kiss. I barely have the strength to kiss him back before he thrusts into me again. His spur rubs my clit, and oh God, I’m going to die from orgasms, because I start to lock up around him all over again. He’s close to coming, though, and with his next thrust, Ereven pushes my legs up until my knees are practically at my ears. He hammers into me, over and over again, and then I’m screaming yet again as I come for a third time, unable to help myself. I barely hear my name hissed out on his breath as he comes, but I feel his body shudder over mine, and the hot wash of his come inside me.
When he collapses on top of me, I feel utterly dazed. Like someone broke me apart and left the pieces in the snow. My khui’s purring cheerfully, as if my entire body wasn’t just decimated by lust not five seconds ago.
Those were, individually, the three best orgasms I’d ever had in my life. To have them all three together in rapid-fire succession? My brain can’t process it. All I can do is cling to Ereven’s warm body and thank all the stars in the sky that I have this man.
This? This is what resonance is. Anything else is a pale second to it.
Ereven drags himself up on his elbows and gazes down at me. I’m sweaty, my backside is cold thanks to the snow, and I’m probably drooling on myself, my brain is so spent. “My beautiful mate,” he murmurs, and leans in to kiss me gently. “This is my happiest moment ever.”
Mine, too.
* * *
We return to the tribal caves several hours later, hand in hand. My tunic has a few rips from our enthusiasm, and Ereven has to hold the waist of his leggings up because I might have torn the cords in my haste. Not sorry. We’re both grinning like loons and I feel happier than I’ve ever been.
Tired, too, but that doesn’t matter.
“When Vektal gets back,” Ereven tells me, “We will let him know we need a cave of our own.”
“Maybe one of the new ones Harlow dug out,” I say, feeling shy but excited about it. Sharing a cave with Bek felt like being trapped. But the thought of spending my days and nights with Ereven fills me with joy and hope.
As we walk inside, I can hear someone singing a Christmas carol at the top of their lungs. It’s Ariana, paired with Josie. The scent of cooked food fills the air, and everyone’s gathered around the tree. People eat the feast and I see presents everywhere, along with more sprigs of leaves. Looks like we’ve missed a lot of the holiday celebrations. I can’t say I’m terribly sad about it, because I’ve gotten something much better.
“There you are,” Aehako says, coming up from behind us and clapping a hand on Ereven’s back. “I was about to send a party out to search for you two. There’s a creature howling like a rabid snow-cat off in the hills. Best be careful.” He grins at Ereven.
Someone nearby hoots with laughter.
My face gets hot. So I might have been a bit noisy. Sounds like we were overheard. I don’t care. I’m happy. I squeeze Ereven’s hand. “We should probably change clothes.”
He pulls me close and kisses me. “Do not be gone long.”
“I won’t.” I want a chance to get his present, too. I hope he likes it.
When I get to Megan’s cave, Liz and Josie are there. Josie’s putting on a new tunic, and the hem is embroidered with thick, upraised designs that I’ve seen Liz working on for the last few weeks. It’s sweet of her to make a present for Josie, when it’s likely she wouldn’t receive one at all. Tiffany’s been showered with presents over the last few days, and I never thought about how Josie might feel.
Liz gives me a knowing look as I enter, and she laces up Josie’s back. Josie has her face turned to the wall, her hair held up in one hand, and doesn’t see me come in. “Welcome back, Claire,” Liz says, then pushes a lace through a hole in the tunic. “I see you got your Christmas present. Hold still, Josie.”
“What kind of present did she get?” Josie asks, excited.
“Looks like the kind that keeps on giving.”
“Huh?” Josie says.
“Special sauce for her all beef patties,” Liz says. “Bit of clotted cream for her spotted dick. Hot dog for her buns. Need I go on with the food metaphors?”
Josie giggles. “Oh. I get it now.”
I ignore them as I move to my pack and strip off my old tunic in exchange for a new one and fresh leggings. I can still smell Ereven on my skin, and it fills me with joy. I change quickly and grab the small package of Ereven’s hood, then head back out to the main cave with it.
Bek stops me before I can walk a few feet further from Megan’s cave.
I cross my arms over my chest protectively and give him a wary look. I don’t want him to ruin my happiness.
He sighs and raises a hand in the air. “Truce, Claire.”
“Truce,” I repeat, reluctant.
“I heard you resonate. Both of you. I was close enough to hear it, and saw your faces.” For a moment, he looks bitterly sad, and then quickly masks it again. “I am happy for you and I wish you well. I just wanted you to know that I am leaving in the morning, and will pack your things for you. You can pick them up when you and Ereven visit the caves again.”
“Thank you,” I say quietly. “I’m sorry if it hurt you.”
His smile is bitter, reluctant. “I cannot be hurt. Resonance cannot be controlled, and it explains why you were drawn so quickly to him. I wish you much happiness.” He nods at me once, and then disappears into the shadows.
I feel a pang of sadness. It’s clear that he’s lonely and unhappy, but I can’t be what he needs. I clutch Ereven’s present to my chest. I belong to someone else now, and he belongs to me.
As I head toward the central part of the caves, Ereven is there, waiting for me. His smile is brilliant and he holds a small, wrapped package against his chest — a present for me. Christmas carols fill the air and the thin tree shivers, the garlan
ds tinkling like a thousand beads. The air is crisp with the hint of more snow to come, and the scent of warm food entices me forward. The murmur of voices and soft laughter fills the cavern, and I’ve never felt more at home or more at peace than I am in this moment.
“Happy holidays,” I tell my new mate as I press my gift into his hands.
“There is more than one?” He asks, surprised.
I nod, smiling. On Earth, there are many, many holidays. Here, there’s just the one we’ve made for ourselves, but it somehow seems more special than all the Valentine’s Days or Thanksgivings I’ve had in the past thrown together. Because there’s love and family and Ereven, and a bright new future waiting for me.
Ice planet holidays are the best.
The Ice Planet Barbarians Series
Ice Planet Barbarians (Georgie’s story)
Book 1 – now available on KINDLE UNLIMITED! Click here to borrow.
* * *
You'd think being abducted by aliens would be the worst thing that could happen to me. And you'd be wrong. Because now, the aliens are having ship trouble, and they've left their cargo of human women - including me - on an ice planet.
And the only native inhabitant I've met? He's big, horned, blue, and really, really has a thing for me...
* * *
Barbarian Alien (Liz’s story)
Book 2 – Now Available in KINDLE UNLIMITED! Click here to borrow.
* * *
Twelve humans are left stranded on a wintry alien planet. I’m one of them. Yay, me.
In order to survive, we have to take on a symbiont that wants to rewire our bodies to live in this brutal place. I like to call it a cootie. And my cootie’s a jerk, because it also thinks I’m the mate to the biggest, surliest alien of the group.
* * *
Barbarian Lover (Kira’s story)
Book 3 – Now Available on Kindle Unlimited! Click here to borrow.
As one of the few humans stranded on the ice planet, I should be happy that I have a new home. Human women are treasured here, and one alien in particular has made it clear that he wants me. It's hard to push away the sexy, flirtatious Aehako, when all I want to do is grab him by his horns and insist he take me to his furs.
But I've got a terrible secret - the aliens who abducted me are back, and thanks to the translator in my ear, they can find me. My presence here endangers everyone...but can I give up my new life and the man I want more than anything?
* * *
Barbarian Mine (Harlow’s story)
Book 4 – Now Available on Kindle Unlimited! Click here to borrow.
* * *
The ice planet has given me a second lease on life, so I'm thrilled to be here. Sure, there's no cheeseburgers, but I'm healthy and ready to be a productive member of the small tribe. What I didn't anticipate? That there'd be a savage stranger waiting nearby, watching me. And when he takes me captive, the unthinkable happens...I resonate to him.
Resonance means mating, and children...but I don't know if this guy's ever been around anyone before. He's truly a barbarian in all ways, right down to clubbing me over the head and claiming me as his own.
So why is it that I crave his touch and hunger for more?
NEED MORE ALPHA, OUT OF THIS WORLD HEROES?
Alpha Alien by Flora Dare
Available in Kindle Unlimited! Free to borrow!
* * *
He's big, he's scaly and he thinks we're lifemates!
I've always felt a little bit...off. Out of step with everyone else. All I wanted was to find my place in life.
That's how I found myself in the middle of the desert, guns blazing. And that's when he found me.
Now I'm billions of miles from home with a scary space-lizard who doesn't take no for an answer. What's worse is, I don't want to say no.
* * *
He growled under his breath and let go of my legs. He was so tall my feet dangled - I still had no control over my body. In that moment, I’m afraid I was more likely to wrap my legs around him than I was to try to run.
He pressed me against the wall and another wave of hot desire flooded me. I could feel every delicious inch of his body, it was hard and hot against me. Desire and panic fought to share the same space in my body.
His lips captured mine and for one glorious moment, my body sang against his. For the first time in my life, I felt truly and completely connected to another being on an absolutely soul-shattering level.
It was like losing part of my body, when he ripped his lips away from mine and said, "I've been searching for you for years and it turns out, you're a stupid, fragile human."
NEED MORE ALIEN HOLIDAYS?
Check out Celia Kyle (writing as Erin Tate) and the Ujal!
DASHING THROUGH THE STARS
* * *
The holidays are a time of love, joy, and… meeting a new alien species?
Prince of the Ujal, Tave fa V’yl-Zeret, will do anything to make his mate happy. Even if that means celebrating a holiday he does not understand. (Tave does not care what human lore states, a single human could not circle the globe and deliver toys to every child.)
This year’s biggest concern isn’t whether he purchased enough toys for his youngling, but the alien battleship that enters Earth’s orbit.
Are they friend? Or foe? Will Tave’s family and friends live to see Christmas morning? Or will they all perish on Christmas Eve? For there is a humbug willing to go to any lengths to stop peace talks. Lengths that include kidnapping royalty and… assassination.
“Tave,” she sighed his name and released him, slowly lowering back to the mattress.
“Pyabi. My Rina. My mate.” He still could not believe she chose him. Still could not believe the life they led. This moment, this second in time, was why he breathed. To have this closeness with his female, to have joy in his heart and a family to call his own… Priceless.
“Make love to me.”
“Always,” he murmured and retreated, sliding his cock from her pussy before thrusting deeply once more. He repeated the motion, changing the angle of his hips and then… Rina released a deep groan, telling him he’d found the perfect approach to pleasuring his mate.
With a roll of his hips, he set up a smooth rhythm, one that would drive them both mad with the pleasure but wouldn’t shove them over the edge into the joyful abyss. He wanted to draw out their lovemaking, take the time they did not usually have. The entire station shut down for a full week during the holidays and he would revel in every spare moment with Rina.
She wrapped one leg around his waist while the other foot remained on the mattress, and then she worked in concert with him. They set their own pace, the glide of their bodies smooth and sinuous. Bliss rose within him, pleasure plucking his veins with every milking squeeze of her sheath. Her pussy spasmed, tightening and fluttering against his shaft. His balls drew up tight and hard against this body.
“Rina…” he panted her name, cock demanding release yet he would not unless she was with him.
“Yes… Soon. More.”
So he gave her what she needed. Gave her more. Gave her everything until he thought he’d explode.
And then…
“I want Mommy an’ Daddy!”
WANT MORE ICE BARBARIANS?
For more information about upcoming books in the Ice Planet Barbarians series (or any other books by Ruby Dixon), like me on Facebook or subscribe to my new release newsletter. There’s more to come! Next up is Tiffany in BARBARIAN’S PRIZE, in which several men compete for her heart…but the one to win it might not be the one she expects!
It should be out in early 2016!
* * *
Thanks for reading!
* * *
<3 Ruby
* * *
Ice Planet Holiday
Copyright © 2015 by Ruby Dixon
All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof
may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever
without th
e express written permission of the publisher
except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.