Barbarian Alien

She’s fierce, my Liz. I like that.

His weapons are gone, and there’s a small bruise on his jaw.

Maybe all of this is getting to me, because at the sight of him, I burst into girly tears.

His expression immediately changes to the possessive one and he pushes through the crowd in the cave to get to me. I hear murmuring, but I don’t care. My cootie has started vibrating, singing a song to his. He sweeps me up against him and presses me against his chest, his big arms holding me close. I can hear his cootie vibrating in time with mine, and I give a small little sigh of happiness.

I’m in his arms. Everything’s okay.

“Liz?” He brushes his hand over my cheek. “What is wrong?”

I scrub a hand over my eyes like a child. “I’m just tired. I want to go lie down somewhere quiet and talk.”

His hand strokes my hair. “Of course.”

Maylak continues to speak, and she gestures at my stomach. Georgie breaks out into a smile and looks at me.

“Let me guess,” I say before she can translate. “I’ve got a bun in the oven.”

Her eyes widen. “You knew?”

“Uh, I shake like I’ve got a vibrator tucked inside me every time Raahosh gets near,” I say in a dry voice. “We might have banged a few times without protection.”

“A few?” She chuckles.

“Okay, a few times a day. But seriously, that’s what the cootie’s about, right? So I’m not surprised. I don’t know how I feel about it, but I’m not shocked.”

She gives me a sympathetic look. “Not sure how you feel about it because it’s Raahosh’s?”

“No.” Dang, why does everyone think I hate the guy? “Not sure how I feel about it because I’m not sure I wanted to be a mommy, and I’m kinda young. I’m only twenty-two. You’re only twenty-two. We’re all only twenty-two and now we’re going to be having kids if the cooties have their way.”

“Do I look like I’ve been browbeaten into submission?”

She chuckles. “I think you would talk anyone to death that tried.”

“Exactly

“Dude, the Little Green Men kidnapped me too, and you don’t see me singing their praises

“Brr,” she says, and chatters her teeth. “So cold. I need my big alien to squeeze up against.”

I cannot refuse such a call from my mate. With one last look at the two men by the fire, I get down in the bed next to Liz and she immediately burrows against me, her cold hands moving under my vest and pressing against my skin. I endure it stoically; I want her to be comfortable and warm

The evening is a quiet one. Aehako talks easily, but he’s always been a cheerful one. His conversations about hunting, and life back at the caves hold Liz’s interest, but her hand is locked in mine. Haeden is silent, but he watches every time Liz touches me or brushes her arm against mine

And when he cuts open the kill, he makes sure I get the tastiest bits and feeds them to me, and won’t give the others – or himself – a bite until I’m good and full

“Did anyone else resonate?”

“Oh, yes.” He stirs the fire. “Georgie you know of, of course. Pashov and Stacy resonated for each other right away, I think before her khui was even inside her. I am surprised you did not hear it.” He chuckles.

“Mmm,” I say again, because my memories of that night are of me saying ‘no’ to the cootie and Raahosh stepping on me to hold me down and forcing me to absorb it. That was not the big guy’s best moment. My betraying cootie purrs at the thought of Raahosh, though, and I rub my chest absently. “I don’t remember Stacy all that well. Is she the weepy one?”

“She cries some, but less now that Pashov is there to dry her tears.” He grins and sits back to relax. “The one that weeps the most is Ariana. She is Zolaya’s mate. He is much beleaguered by her tears.”

“Yeah, I imagine this is all pretty new to her.” Were the only ones that resonated the girls from the tubes? “What about Josie? Or Kira? Or Tiff?”

He shakes his head. “No resonance yet for them.”

“Oh.”

“Liz?” He asks. “Did I…are you hurt?” His hand drags over his mouth, and I realize the carefully veiled expression on his face is hiding worry.

“I’m good,” I tell him, and lift my hips. “Please, don’t stop.”

He growls low in his throat and the feral look returns to his face. He leans forward and plants a hand on my hips, and then he slams deep into me again.

And I cry out once more because, God, how can I not? It feels like he’s fucking me inside out. It’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever felt. His hair is hanging close to my face and I grab it by the fistful, holding on to him as roughly as he’s holding on to me. “Don’t fucking stop,” I snarl back at him. “Don’t ever stop!”

His nostrils flare, and then Raahosh hammers into me harder than ever. I’m screaming as I come, yanking on his hair, and raising my hips to meet his eager thrusts. It’s like my orgasm that I had a few moments ago never went away. It just keeps rolling through me, and I scream and scream as it goes on and on. With every thrust, Raahosh’s spur drags against my clit, and I feel as if I’m coming apart at the seams. I can’t handle this much pleasure. I can’t.

Raahosh’s body jerks, and for a moment, I think he’s going to complain about his knee or a muscle cramp, the look on his face is so utterly surprised. But then his breath hisses from his tight lips, his body jerks, and I realize he’s come, too.