Page 54 of Lost in Barbarian Space

Then she felt the probe of the thick head of his cock between her legs.

“Why don’t I show you?” he murmured.

He showed his ruthless side this time.

He thrust inside her hard. His hands slid along her arms, his fingers tangling with hers, and then he slammed her arms above her head. His hips powered forward as he pumped in and out of her.

“Yes, Colm, don’t stop.” She felt the soft fur at her back, the hot, hard warrior above her.

She should have known this ruthless warrior would use the same focus and determination he had on the battlefield in bed.

His hands slid back down, and then she found her legs on his shoulders. He knelt between them, his hard cock powering inside her. She looked up at him.

His face… It was set in fierce lines of need. He stared down at where his cock was spearing in between her swollen folds.

“You look very pretty stretched around me, Honor.”

“Make me come again,” she panted.

“I will.”

He thrust deep and she felt the orgasm slam into her. The pleasure rippled through her body. She turned and sunk her teeth into his arm.

He growled, plunged in again, then pulled out. She heard him groan and felt the hot splash of his seed on her belly.

Colm dropped her legs down and collapsed beside her. She was gratified to feel his chest heaving. She wasn’t the only one completely wrecked by this.

His arms closed around her, pulling her head against his chest. “Mine.” A masculine rumble.

The sweat and the results of their loving glued them together, and she held on tight. She wanted to believe he meant it.

She knew he didn’t want a partner or a mate. She was an interesting diversion for her warrior.

He didn’t want someone to delve into the angry secrets she knew he was hiding.

A hand stroked down her back, leaving a shiver of sensation in its wake.

Just enjoy, Honor. His hand moved over her ass, slipping between her legs to stroke her. She trembled under his bold caress. For now, that was all she could do.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Colm came awake suddenly.

What had woken him? He took a second to take in the warm woman snuggled in his arms, the warm fur wrapped around them. He breathed deep, drawing in the sweet smell of her. Honor.

But his nanami were vibrating.

He’d known his nanami would warn him of anything approaching. That was the only reason he’d allowed himself to sleep. He let them expand, his senses moving outward.

He heard sounds. The scrape of something—a foot?—on ice. A quiet grunt. An answering grunt.

He shook Honor awake. “Get dressed,” he said on a soft breath.

She sat up, pushing her hair from her face. She blinked at him, and his serious look must have gotten through. She jumped to her feet and grabbed her clothes. She pulled on her pants and shirt, then tugged the bottom of her enviro suit on, and strapped the top of it to her backpack.

Colm felt a brief sting of disappointment as she covered her naked body, but he pushed it away. Now was not the time for those thoughts. After he dressed, he helped her stuff their belongings in their bags. He snatched up his coat and tied it to his backpack.

“What’s going on?” she whispered.