Barbarian's Heart: A SciFi Alien Romance (Ice Planet Barbarians Book 10)

“I do not need memories to feel joy when I see you holding my son. I do not need memories to know that there is no greater feeling than sinking my cock deep inside you. I do not need anything in this world but your smile and your heart, Stay-see. And that is why I will wait until you invite me back. If it takes twenty seasons, I will wait.”

“I just…don’t want your only memories of my body to be like this, you know?” She gestures at her belly and breasts. Her eyes are shining with tears. “Believe it or not, I used to have a tight belly and a nice ass. Now I just have too much ass and too much belly.”

“But this is the belly that carried my son,” I tell her, releasing her hands and putting my fingers on her stomach. “And it is round and smooth and soft and sweet, like my mate.”

Her laugh is choked and she gives a little sniffle. “And my ass?”

“It did not carry my son,” I tease, “But I do not think there is too much of it. I like how much there is.”

I realize that his face is level with my breasts. And now that I’ve thought about it, I can’t stop thinking about it. I rub the stone against one jagged break, and my breasts sway in response to the movements. Oh boy.

He doesn’t grab my tits, though. Nor does he even comment on the fact that they’re shaking in his face like maracas

hold my son close, his small, naked body against my chest, and feel true happiness.

Until he pisses on my chest, that is. I hold him away from me, giving Stay-see a troubled look. “He is wetting himself.”

All right. Bath time for my little man.”

“And then bath time for your big one?” I ask hopefully.

Her cheeks turn bright red, and I feel pleased. “You can bathe yourself.”

“I can, but I imagine it is more fun if you do it.”

I lost my mate and my best friend at the same time.”

. I am not whole. I am missing a vital part of who I am…because I am missing you, Stay-see. I want to get that back.”

You have memories of me. Mine of you are gone. If I cannot have them back, I would like to make new ones. With you.”

Even if I cannot remember our resonance, there is no doubt in my mind that we have a connection. She is mine, just as much as Pacy is, just as much as my hand or my tail belong to me. They are part of who I am, and to lose them would leave me less than whole.

. “You are hurting, aren’t you? How can I help?”

I have to blink rapidly to fight back more tears. “My face?” I repeat stupidly.

“Not your face.” She taps at my chest. “Here.