Lost in Barbarian Space(38)
Colm rummaged around in his pack and pulled out one of the basic first-aid kits. He opened it up and pulled out some antiseptic pads. He started cleaning her wound.
“How do you know your way around a first-aid kit so well? I wouldn’t have guessed you had them on Markaria?”
“We do now. Medical supplies and tech were the first things Aurina helped facilitate trade for.”
He took his time, working diligently to remove the blood and clean her wound. Soon, he pressed an adhesive over it. Then he stroked her thigh. His warrior hands were callused, and they rasped against her skin. She shivered and this time it had little to do with the cold. He stroked higher, moving to her inner thigh, his fingers moving in tiny circles. Little shivers of sensation worked their way through her body. He moved higher, teasing the edge of her black panties.
“I’m going to fuck you.”
“Oh?” Her voice was breathless.
His finger toyed with the edge of her panties, then it slipped under. “Not here. It isn’t safe yet. But I’ve had a taste of you. I want more.”
“Well, I want to fuck you, too.” She leaned in and nipped his bottom lip. “I don’t usually have time for men. They’re usually intimidated and idiots…I never expected a barbarian warrior to be like you.”
He moved his finger and it sank inside her. Honor moaned.
“I enjoy surprising you, my little warrior.”
“I’m not little.” Her voice was strangled. “Colm…”
“I regret I can’t fuck you here, Honor. The footprints outside have me wary. We need to move deeper into the tunnels, and find somewhere safer to hole up.”
That clever finger kept sliding inside her deeper and deeper. Honor fought back the small cries trying to escape her throat.
He leaned closer. “I want you safe.”
“Colm.”
He smiled. “Are you going to tend to my wound now?”
Trying to make coherent words while he was teasing her like this was difficult. “Your nanami will heal you, right?”
“It still needs cleaning.”
“You expect me to do it while you’re…”
“While I’ve got my fingers inside you?” He slid another thick finger into her damp heat. “Yes. I like the flush on your face. I like the tight feel of you.”
Honor let out a shaky moan. She felt full and stretched. She reached blindly for the first-aid kit and pulled out some wipes. She cleaned the blood off his face, her gaze on his, gasping as he kept sliding his fingers inside her. She loved seeing the flashes of bright gold in his eyes. Soon, her entire body was shaking, drowning in sensation. Once she’d finished cleaning his wound, she realized that the injury was completely healed.
She dropped the wipes and grabbed his thick wrist. “God, Colm.”
He thrust inside her again, his thumb brushing her clit.
Honor came, arching her back, and biting down on her lip to muffle her scream. The orgasm tore through her, stronger even than the last time he’d touched her.
As she came back down, she realized she was in his arms. He was stroking her back and murmuring sweet words to her.
She smiled. Damn, she liked this warrior. He could be tough and hard, but also sweet.
He pulled back with a smile. Then he lifted his hand and licked his fingers. “Get dressed, Honor. We need to find somewhere safer.”
She got to her feet, her knees shaky. Somewhere safe? Honor decided there was no place safe, as long as this diabolical warrior was by her side.
As they moved deeper into the ice tunnels, the temperature increased even more.
Colm was pleased to see the pink in Honor’s cheeks, although he suspected it was at least partly due his touch, and not just from the rising heat.
His cock was still semi-hard and tight against his trousers. He so desperately wanted to be buried inside her.
Honor was his.
He couldn’t keep her, and he knew it would break him to let her go.
He would live knowing that she was far away from him, beyond barbarian space, with someone else touching her, kissing her, loving her. His hands curled into fists by his sides. It could never be him. He would never do that to her.
He focused back on his task. They’d seen no sign of wildlife, or clues that anything was using these tunnels as a home. He slowly relaxed. Whatever had left the footprints at the entrance, he prayed they were long gone.
For now, they just needed somewhere comfortable to rest.
Finally, he spotted a small side cave off the main tunnel. It wasn’t very big, but the entrance to it was partly hidden by a sheet of ice.
“Here,” he said.
Inside the cave, one wall was covered in the glowing moss, giving the small space a shimmer of light. Another wall was a sheet of ice so shiny, he could see his reflection in it.