Ice Planet Barbarians: The Complete Series: A SciFi Alien Serial Romance by Ruby Dixon Read Free Book Online

without pupils of any kind. And they’re glowing as if from within.
    A small whimper escapes my throat as he rises up over me. I see the shaggy white furs covering his shoulders, and I realize I saw them from hanging upside down. It wasn’t a monster come to eat me. It was this monster.
    Who’s come to eat me out.
    It strikes me as incredibly ludicrous, and I want to laugh, but I’m too terrified. “What are you going to do with me?” I ask softly, my eyes wide. The refrain of please don’t kill me please don’t kill me echoes through my head.
    He says something and runs a hand down my stomach. Then those weird glowing eyes break my gaze and his head dips.
    And he begins to lick me again. Long, slow, delicious licks right down the slick folds of my pussy.
    I can’t help it. I start to giggle. It’s ticklish and it makes me squirm and I should be screaming no, help, rape and instead, I have the giggles. Because he doesn’t want to eat me. He just . . . wants to lick my pussy. I’ve dated guys that I haven’t been able to convince to go down on me, and this one’s doing it as a greeting.
    Laughter sweeps through me, relieved and absurd all at the same time. I might be a bit hysterical. It somehow doesn’t matter. I’m not going to die yet, and a strange guy with horns is determined to give me oral pleasure. It’s just that . . . out of all the worst-case scenarios I’ve come up with since being abducted by aliens, being licked until I come isn’t anywhere on the list.
    And he’s really, really good at licking.
    Something ridged and slightly knobbed slicks against the entrance of my core, and I realize he’s got a texture on his tongue. And it feels incredible. And even though my every instinct is telling me to find my clothes and get the hell outta Dodge, I don’t move. I’m barely even breathing.
    When one big hand pushes on my thigh, urging me to spread my legs wider, I do so. I’ll get up and protest in just a minute.
    Just.
    A.
    Minute.
    He licks me again, and his tongue grazes my clit. And I can’t help it. An undignified squeal erupts from me. My clit’s especially sensitive, and he’s been avoiding it until now.
    The horned man’s head jerks up, and he looks at me in what I can only assume is surprise. I quiver because those weird eyes are staring at me, and I press my good hand to my mouth, determined not to make another noise and startle him. What if he gets mad and, like, gores me with those gigantic horns?
    But he only looks confused for a moment. Then, as I watch, big fingers spread my folds, and he studies me intently. Humiliation burns, and I try to snap my legs closed. Fuck all this. His big hands hold my legs down, though, preventing me from doing that, and he goes to spread my folds again. He looks shocked—downright shocked —at the sight of my clit. He says something that sounds like sa sa , and it’s definitely a question.
    I try to clamp my legs shut again and rise. “Now is not the time for an anatomy lesson, buddy.”
    The big alien pushes me back down on the furs with a stern word.
    I shove at his hands, but he’s much stronger than me and determined. He keeps my thighs pried apart, and I can’t help but notice that his hand is enormous, like a baseball glove. How tall is this guy? His hand spreads the folds of my pussy again, and to my utter humiliation, he touches my clit like it’s going to bite him.
    I remain perfectly still.
    That doesn’t satisfy him. He mutters something, and then he begins to rub the hood of my clit, as if trying to figure out the right touch to make me react again.
    And I respond despite myself. I close my eyes so I don’t have to see the look on his face. He continues to touch me, stroking my clit very carefully. I’m doing pretty good at controlling my reaction, even though every touch of his fingers makes me want to moan.
    Then I feel his mouth on my clit, and he sucks it gently.
    My hips buck against him, and I cry out.
    He murmurs