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He nips at my fingertips. "Kiss."

  I chuckle. "Right. Sorry. No distractions from the kissing right now. No word games, just kissing." I wiggle against him, and when he drags my thigh back over his shoulder, I can't help the little whimper of anticipation that sneaks out of me. Do I want him? Do I want more kisses over the most sensitive part of my body? Do I want his tongue delving between every little fold and caressing my clit? Oh fuck yes, I absolutely do. I make a needy sound in my throat as I tangle my hands in his hair. "Kiss, please. Kiss."

  Rukh growls in a way that is absolutely a possessive claim and my toes curl in response. God, I love it when he gets possessive of my pussy. He leans in and nuzzles at my mound, his lips drifting over my folds before he parts them and spreads me wide for his “kissing.” His tongue slicks over my pussy, and then he's licking me with fierce, hungry intensity in such a way that the breath escapes my lungs. I'm stunned by his need—and by mine. He's ravenous, my mate, his mouth and lips ferocious on my sensitive parts. I gasp with each lick and caress, hunger escalating quickly.

  I need him inside me, and soon. "Please," I whimper. "Oh please, Rukh. I'm so close."

  "Kiss," is all my handsome mate says when he lifts his mouth, only to immediately dive back for another taste. He tries a variety of things, light and sweet, then firm and commanding. He teases my clit and then moves to the entrance to my core, and I know he's gauging my responses. When I moan over something he does, I get more of it. If I'm silent, he moves on to something else.

  We may not have the words, but he's listening.

  Rukh licks around the hood of my clit, and then closes his mouth over the entire area and begins to suck.

  Oh my god. I cry out, my hands flying to his horns and I practically come off the blankets. He growls with pleasure, holding me in place and continuing his ministrations now that he knows he's found the magic spot. I cling to him as he worships my clit with that intense suction, my orgasm building hard and fast. It's over even before I can think about it, my body climaxing and shuddering as my release sweeps over me. Everything clenches tight in the most blissful way and I ride the waves even as Rukh continues to work me over.

  By the time the climax ebbs, I'm oversensitive. I push at Rukh's head, indicating I want him to stop. He gives me one last possessive lick and then lifts his head. Our eyes meet and his are ferocious with need, his mouth wet from my juices. God, he's sexy. I reach for him, dazed, because I want to feel his weight over me. There's nothing I like more than Rukh's body over mine, pressing me into the furs. It's been far too long since I felt it, and I need it just as much as I needed that hard, fierce orgasm.

  Rukh moves over me, and I lift my knees, sliding my legs around his hips. I sigh as he braces himself over me, because I love this next part. The feel of him pushing into me is sheer bliss, and I close my eyes as his cock nudges at my entrance.

  "Har-loh," he murmurs. His hair, loose and wild, tickles at my skin as it falls over me.

  "I'm yours," I tell him. "Har-loh's all yours."

  He sinks deep in one swift stroke and I suck in a breath. Oh god, I love the feel of my body stretching around him, adjusting to his length. That first press is the best, and when he shifts his weight, his spur rubs against my over-sensitive clit. I moan, wrapping my arms around him as he begins to work his hips. Rukh's still new to sex and his stamina is not what it could be, but I don't mind. He always makes me come at least once before he finishes, and that's good enough for me. I love the touching and being wrapped around each other. I love the connection.

  I love being owned by him.

  8

  RUKH

  I come far too quickly. I always want to last longer, to make every moment seated deep inside Har-loh's body last forever, but it never does. Hot pleasure rushes through me as I fill her with my seed, and she holds me close as I collapse atop her. My mate strokes my mane and murmurs sounds at me, her voice sweet and gentle.

  "Rukh," she says, and taps my chest. Then she taps hers. "Har-loh." She gestures at the two of us. "Together."

  Her meaning is clear. We are a pair, meant to be one. "To-geddur," I agree, and am rewarded with a happy smile. Har-loh is mine, and I am Har-loh's. We are togeddur. In this moment, and in everything.

  I wake up with my mate's warm body wrapped around me. Har-loh clings to me in her sleep, and it makes me happy. It is as if she misses me, even when her eyes are closed. I like that. I hold her tight, stroking her soft skin as she dozes, content to watch her. I could lie here in the furs with her all day long, breathing in her sweet scent and pushing my cock into her wet cunt. It would be a good day.

  But it does not feed my mate, and there is much to be done. We must have food, and we must be ready for our kit when it comes. I touch her belly, careful not to wake her. She is still flat here, but if it is like the animals in nature, she will swell up when our kit is coming. I cannot wait to see that.

  For the first time in my life, I look forward to more than just the next meal, the next sleep. I look forward to a life with Har-loh, warm and snug in our cave, our kit bundled into the furs with us.

  I ease out of our nest, making sure that Har-loh is covered with the thick furs, and head outside. The beach is quiet, the only sound the constant roll of the tide and the occasional screech of a distant bird. The skies are gray, but it does not look like snow. It is a good day to go hunting, and we still need more things. We need more meat, more furs. We need fuel for the fire—I noticed we were out. There are plants to gather and berries to find. There are—

  "Rukh?"

  I turn and look at my mate. She stands in the entrance to the cave, furs clutched to her bare skin. There is a sad look on her speckled face.

  "Yewgoin huntin?" she asks. "Hunt?"

  I know the word “hunt.” I know what she asks…and I hate to see the disappointment on her face. I will be gone all day again and she will have to do all the hard work on her own. It is not easy for her when I bring the meat back to the beach. I realize that now. It creates more work for her and to do it alone is…a lot.

  And suddenly, I do not want to leave my mate behind. Har-loh is smart. If she cannot hunt, she can stay back at a distance and help me carry things. She can gather plants and fuel for the fire. When we return, we can work on the meat and the hides together. All of it can be done by one, but it goes faster with help. I am still thinking like I am alone, and I should not be. Har-loh wants to be at my side, and I want to be at hers.

  So I nod. "Rukh hunt." I hold my hand out to her. "Har-loh hunt? Togeddur?"

  A brilliant smile blooms across her face, and it is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.

  "Togeddur," she agrees.

  I am pleased. Everything is better together.

  Afterword

  Hello there!

  I hope you enjoyed this little flashback of one of my favorite couples. This happens right after Rukh decides that he and Harlow need to go to the beach (a few days after they resonate) to get away from the others. If you’re re-reading BARBARIAN’S MATE, this starts right before the one-year jump. Things are still new for our pair, and they’re still facing language barriers…among other things. I thought it might be fun to see how they would build their life together and what kinds of miscommunications they’d encounter. I suppose this is my ice planet equivalent of newlyweds getting married and the man having no clue of everything his wife does to make the house a home…times a hundred. After all, Harlow has nothing on the beach. No furs, no tools, no baskets, and no one to walk her through how to create such things. She has to use her small store of knowledge and hope for the best. Meanwhile Rukh is just wondering why she’s not overwhelmed with happiness. ;)

  It was a lot of fun to revisit these two, and I hope you enjoyed it. :)

  Ruby

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