Barbarian Alien(48)

“How very barbaric of you,” she murmurs. Her legs part a bit wider and she sighs. “You know what would put even more of your seed inside me?”

“What?”

“If you fuck me again.” Liz gives a little wiggle. “Cut out the middleman and go directly to the source.”

Again, some of her words make no sense but it doesn’t matter. She is demanding more sex, and that is all I need to know. My khui resonates hard, insisting I take her again. And how can I refuse when she asks so sweetly? I slide back up her body and kiss her mouth, and she whimpers and clings to me. Her hips rise again, and so I fit my cock at her entrance once more, dragging the head of it through her wetness.

“Oh, God, yes,” she moans, and her hands fist in my hair again. “Give it to me.”

I sink home and she shrieks with joy. My eyes nearly roll back in my head with pleasure. There is no sensation like the warm grip of my mate’s cunt tight around my cock. And as I begin to push into her with rhythmic thrusts, one thought cycles through my mind, over and over, resonating as my khui does.

Liz is mine.

Liz is mine.

My mate.

My everything.



LIZ



Some time in the early morning hours, I wake up with my cheek pressed to Raahosh’s chest, drooling on him a little. Oops. I sit up and wipe my mouth and then his bare skin, but he only shifts in the bed and pulls me against him once more. “Gotta pee,” I tell him sleepily, and slide out of bed.

I waddle out to the lip of the cave to do my dirty business – waddle being the important word there. I’ve been fucked so hard and so often in the last night that I’m surprised my legs are even functioning.

Now I see why Georgie was totally cool with Vektal claiming her as his mate. If he’s anything like Raahosh, he dicked the brains right out of her. I feel pretty brainless and giddy myself. I mean, I’ve had sex before, but sex with Raahosh? It’s kinda SEX with capital letters and little hearts drawn around it. That shit was incredible. I feel sticky and battered all over, but I’m dopey with endorphins and pleased as punch.

I rub a little snow over my aching girl parts to clean up, and then smooth a few more handfuls over my sweat-sticky skin to clean it off. Then, yawning, I head back into the cave.

He’s awake now, sitting up amidst the furs and watching me with a predatory look that makes my cootie start to hum again. I don’t know that I can stand another round of fucking without melting into a boneless little puddle, so I primly sit near the fire, legs tightly locked together, and stir the coals with a stick.

“Come back to bed,” he says, and pats the furs.

Yeah, I’m pretty sure he doesn’t have sleeping in mind. “It’s almost dawn,” I say. “I have a lot to do today.”

“It can wait.”

“You know, you sure do have a lot of energy for a dude that had a gajillion broken bones just last week.”

He lifts one of his arms and for a moment, I almost think he’s going to flex. But he only examines it and shrugs. “The khui helps us heal faster.” He looks over at me again and then pats the furs. “Come back. I would fill you with my seed again.”

My stupid cootie starts humming like an idiot, but I ignore it. “How about we, you know, chat about what comes next?”

He tilts his head and gives me a curious look. “Why?”

I sputter. “What do you mean, why? Because we’re building a relationship here!”

Raahosh’s eyes narrow at me in that way that tells me he thinks he’s being patient, but he’s really not. “I do not see that there is anything to discuss. You are my mate. You belong to me.”

I sputter again. “So we’re back to property now?” There goes my post-coital afterglow. I get to my feet and head for my clothes. “You know what? I don’t want to talk to you right now.”

“What are you doing?”

“Getting dressed. I need to check my traps.”

He gets to his feet and snatches my clothing from my hand. “You cannot go hunting. Even now, you might be carrying my child. Our child.”

Oh, no he did not just throw the barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen thing in my face. “You really want to see my head explode, don’t you?”

He frowns. “I would never wish harm on you—“

“Aaaah!” I throw my hands up. “Fine. You want to be like this?” I jab a finger into his chest — which stings, because the damn thing is plated. “Nothing has changed between us other than a little rompy-pompy. We had sex, that’s it. I did not become your magical property, and you did not magically become my man. We are the same as we ever were, which means we are two jerks who like to bicker with each other. My hunting skills have not been affected by your jizz. I know it’s dangerous out there. Remember the part where I dragged your broken body for like three goddamn miles in the snow?”