Barbarian Alien(44)

But this afternoon, it’s snowing fiercely and there’s plenty of fuel for the fire. There’s dried meat for dinner and Raahosh is napping in the blankets, his long legs sprawled in the furs. He watches me sometimes and then pretends to sleep. Right now, though, I think he’s truly asleep. I scratch at my itchy scalp, and my tightly-braided hair feels dirty. I look at the fire and wonder if I can have myself a quick hot sponge bath while he’s resting.

As soon as the idea enters my mind, I’m all for it. I fill the cooking skin with snow, and when it melts, add more handfuls of snow until there’s a good amount heating over the fire. I find the soapy berries that Raahosh explained to me were for cleaning and not eating, and smash a few of them between my fingers and add them to the water. While it heats up, I strip my leathers off and stretch near the fire.

I stay clothed around Raahosh, mostly because I don’t want to tempt him. It’s not that I don’t want to have sex with him anymore. Nearly losing him made me realize that, okay, yes, I do want to have hot, nasty sex with the man — er, alien. I was only torturing myself by denying it. I’m not sure I’m ready to deal with the ‘mates’ and ‘babies’ aspect, but one thing at a time, and right now I’m fixated on sex. Sex, sex, sex. Masturbating quietly outside the cave hasn’t been scratching the itch, and I can hardly wait for the man to start walking around so I can jump his ass.

Metaphorically speaking, of course.

But while we’re in physical denial, a nice quick sponge bath sounds awesome. I take a tiny bit of rabbit-ish fur and dip it in the warm water and then begin to bathe myself. Grime streaks off of my arms as I do, and I bite back a moan of pleasure. My sponge bath feels amazing already. Quickly, I wash my body, running the fur over my skin, across the back of my neck, and under my arms. My breasts are sensitive and I whimper when the wet fur glides over them. I’m half-dreading, half-anticipating how it’ll feel to wash my girl parts. When I get to that section, though, I screw my face up and give it a quick, vigorous wash, trying not to touch myself more than I need to. No sense in getting worked up only to have zero release. I dunk the bit of fur and then start to wring the water out into my braids, wetting them in the hopes of cleaning my hair a bit. When it feels a little cleaner, I squeeze my braids to remove the excess water and then all that’s left are my legs.

I bend over to swipe at my calves.

Warm hands grip my ass, startling me. “Raahosh?” I glance over my shoulder to see him press his mouth against my hip, the look on his face one of sheer and utter bliss. He’s naked – he’s been naked and in bed for days. And he’s completely aroused.

And my pulse goes wild, as does my cootie.

“You shouldn’t be up,” I tell him, sounding as breathless as I feel.

He presses kisses on my damp hip, and his hand slides up the inside of my thigh. “I can smell your arousal, mate. Can smell it on your hands when you return to the cave. Do you think I do not notice?”

A hot blush steals over my cheeks. “I was, um, keeping things under control.”

“I have no control where you are concerned,” he murmurs, nipping at my skin with those long, inhuman fangs. I have no idea why the sight of them gets me so hot, but it does. Damn, does it ever.

“You’re not feeling well—“

“My greatest ache has nothing to do with bones,” he says, and his fingers brush over the folds of my sex, insistent.

A whimper escapes me.

“Bend over.” His breath tickles my leg. “I would taste my mate.”

I clutch the bit of wet fur I’ve been using as a washcloth, and then toss it aside. My entire body is flushed with heat, and while part of my brain is screaming that I shouldn’t give in to what the alien wants, my cootie’s humming a delicious song in time with his, and I’m so full of need that I could crawl out of my own skin. So I slowly reach down and put my hands on the backs of my calves, like I’m in gym class and stretching. Except I’m naked, so naked, and turned on.

I feel Raahosh spread my cheeks and then his mouth is on my sex, tonguing with a ravenous ferocity that makes my knees weak. I cry out and immediately stumble forward, too close to the fire. Only his strong arm around my thighs keeps me from tumbling in. Instead, he swings me around until I’m facing the blankets, and then he pushes me forward, his arm still locked around my thighs. It forces me into the furs, my cheek moving to the floor, and my ass is in the air.

And still, he devours me with single-minded intensity. My toes curl and cries escape my throat as his tongue, bumpy and thick, spears me deep inside my core. Oh fuck. This is too much for me to handle. It feels too good.