Barbarian's Touch: A SciFi Alien Romance (Ice Planet Barbarians Book 8) by Ruby Dixon Page B
Authors: Ruby Dixon
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a time. I should check my traps anyhow.
Li-lah nods at me and makes a flurry of gestures with her hands, then pauses, a bashful smile on her face. “I guess we’re not quite there yet. I’ll wait here, yes.” And she points at the floor.
I nod and pick up my bow and spear, wrap a fur around my shoulders, and then head out, making sure to secure the screen over the cave entrance. My khui is humming a protest; it does not want me to leave her. My cock throbs with need, and I grit my teeth as I plunge into the snow.
Perhaps I am not as patient as I think I am, because as I walk away from the cave to check my traps, I picture Li-lah naked and in the furs with me, her arms welcoming.
I wish we were already there.
L ILA
R owdan is possibly the nicest alien I’ve met so far, I think as I hurriedly strip off my clothing to give myself a sponge bath. He’s trying to take care of me like Hassen, but unlike Hassen, I’m not getting a weird vibe from him. With Hassen, every time he handed me food or a drink, I could almost feel a mental tally going on, like “If I get her to eat four more times, then she will want to be my girl.” With Rowdan, I don’t get that feeling at all. He seems nice. I might be biased because he’s not overbearing, but, yeah. I like him.
My furry garments still reek of yeti-cave and the stink is getting to be too much. I toss them into a pile and the smell lessens a bit. I don’t know how long he’s going to be gone, so I decide I need to hustle. There’s no soap, so I settle for splashing the warm water on my skin and rubbing with the torn scraps of my sleep-shirt to get the worst of the grime off. I give my greasy hair a quick rinse, too. By the time I feel clean and can no longer smell the yetis on my skin, the water’s almost gone and I’m shivering despite the warmth of the cave.
I glance down at my discarded furs and realize I don’t have anything else to wear. That’s depressing. I debate putting them back on, but I can’t bring myself to do it. I’m probably going to send the wrong signals if Rowdan comes back and I’m nude, but actually, I don’t think he would view that as an invitation like Hassen would.
I’m about to climb into bed naked when I realize there’s a fresh tunic on the ground near the bed-furs, neatly folded. I pick it up, studying it. It’s clearly hand-stitched with a deep, open collar that has laces and fur-trimmed sleeves. There’s a hint of darker, decorative fur at the hem, and I brush a hand over it, curious. The stitches are jagged but seem to be patterned, like a design. It’s clear that a lot of work and love went into this - did he leave it for me or did he make it for me?
I pull it over my head and choke back a laugh. This was definitely not made for a human physique. The collar hangs open practically to my navel, and the sleeves flop well past my hands, the furry hem calf-length. It must be thigh-length on him, I decide, and roll up the sleeves. By the time I lace the collar high enough for decency, the screen over the front of the cave moves and Rowdan peeks in. The look in his eyes is questioning.
I nod and gesture for him to come in.
He enters and sets his weapons down, then secures the screen. I climb back into bed where it’s nice and warm, and pull the covers over my lap. Now that he’s back, my breast feels all weird and vibratey again, which is so strange. I like seeing him return, though. Something about him fills me with pleasure, and I press my thighs together only to realize that I’m wet and slick between my thighs.
Um.
I hitch the blankets closer against my body, silently willing my nipples to stop pricking. Wow, inappropriate timing much, body? I have no idea why I’m responding like this. I mean, I like him, but I don’t know if I like him enough to think about grabbing his horns and…
A shiver rockets through me. Okay, maybe I do like him enough to think things like that. Which is weird. Maybe I’m purring
Li-lah nods at me and makes a flurry of gestures with her hands, then pauses, a bashful smile on her face. “I guess we’re not quite there yet. I’ll wait here, yes.” And she points at the floor.
I nod and pick up my bow and spear, wrap a fur around my shoulders, and then head out, making sure to secure the screen over the cave entrance. My khui is humming a protest; it does not want me to leave her. My cock throbs with need, and I grit my teeth as I plunge into the snow.
Perhaps I am not as patient as I think I am, because as I walk away from the cave to check my traps, I picture Li-lah naked and in the furs with me, her arms welcoming.
I wish we were already there.
L ILA
R owdan is possibly the nicest alien I’ve met so far, I think as I hurriedly strip off my clothing to give myself a sponge bath. He’s trying to take care of me like Hassen, but unlike Hassen, I’m not getting a weird vibe from him. With Hassen, every time he handed me food or a drink, I could almost feel a mental tally going on, like “If I get her to eat four more times, then she will want to be my girl.” With Rowdan, I don’t get that feeling at all. He seems nice. I might be biased because he’s not overbearing, but, yeah. I like him.
My furry garments still reek of yeti-cave and the stink is getting to be too much. I toss them into a pile and the smell lessens a bit. I don’t know how long he’s going to be gone, so I decide I need to hustle. There’s no soap, so I settle for splashing the warm water on my skin and rubbing with the torn scraps of my sleep-shirt to get the worst of the grime off. I give my greasy hair a quick rinse, too. By the time I feel clean and can no longer smell the yetis on my skin, the water’s almost gone and I’m shivering despite the warmth of the cave.
I glance down at my discarded furs and realize I don’t have anything else to wear. That’s depressing. I debate putting them back on, but I can’t bring myself to do it. I’m probably going to send the wrong signals if Rowdan comes back and I’m nude, but actually, I don’t think he would view that as an invitation like Hassen would.
I’m about to climb into bed naked when I realize there’s a fresh tunic on the ground near the bed-furs, neatly folded. I pick it up, studying it. It’s clearly hand-stitched with a deep, open collar that has laces and fur-trimmed sleeves. There’s a hint of darker, decorative fur at the hem, and I brush a hand over it, curious. The stitches are jagged but seem to be patterned, like a design. It’s clear that a lot of work and love went into this - did he leave it for me or did he make it for me?
I pull it over my head and choke back a laugh. This was definitely not made for a human physique. The collar hangs open practically to my navel, and the sleeves flop well past my hands, the furry hem calf-length. It must be thigh-length on him, I decide, and roll up the sleeves. By the time I lace the collar high enough for decency, the screen over the front of the cave moves and Rowdan peeks in. The look in his eyes is questioning.
I nod and gesture for him to come in.
He enters and sets his weapons down, then secures the screen. I climb back into bed where it’s nice and warm, and pull the covers over my lap. Now that he’s back, my breast feels all weird and vibratey again, which is so strange. I like seeing him return, though. Something about him fills me with pleasure, and I press my thighs together only to realize that I’m wet and slick between my thighs.
Um.
I hitch the blankets closer against my body, silently willing my nipples to stop pricking. Wow, inappropriate timing much, body? I have no idea why I’m responding like this. I mean, I like him, but I don’t know if I like him enough to think about grabbing his horns and…
A shiver rockets through me. Okay, maybe I do like him enough to think things like that. Which is weird. Maybe I’m purring
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