Barbarian's Bride (Ice Planet Barbarians)

Her eyebrows go up. "Run?"

"Like a hopper," I agree, the blood pumping in my veins. "Evade me. If you win…" I pause, trying to think of a suitable “reward” of some kind. "I will give you my cock," I finally decide. "If you lose and I catch you, we will not mate."

No-rah's mouth opens in protest. It snaps shut again as she studies my face, a glimmer of understanding in her eyes.

Then she turns and bolts, running as fast as she can through the snow. She is not very speedy—her steps churn up too much powder, and her legs are short, but that is all right.

I do not intend for her to win and she knows it. It is the chase that is everything.

I growl low in my throat and then stalk after her, like a predator hunting down its prey. It takes no time at all for me to catch up to my mate, but No-rah is trying. Her steps struggle through the snow, and she is panting hard. She looks back and sees my nearness, makes a sound of dismay, and redoubles her efforts.

I grab her fur cloak, catching it as it flutters behind her. She cries out, stumbling to her feet, and then I am on her. No-rah pants as I fumble with her leggings, eager to touch her, to feel that slippery, hot cunt of hers. I want to feel just how wet she is now that I have chased her and my blood is pumping.

I tear her leggings down her thighs and press my fingers against her folds. She is drenched, my mate, and makes another little cry when my cold fingers touch her heat. I ignore her squirming and push into her with my fingers, two at a time, pumping like I would my cock. Testing her. Part of me feels I am still too rough, but I cannot deny that I am hard with wanting her, hard with the thrill of the chase.

No-rah only moans and arches her hips into the air, spreading wider to encourage me.

It is too much. Any reservations I had are lost at the sight of her pink folds spread for me. I rip my loincloth off and shove my leggings down, covering my mate with my heavy body. She squirms under me again, and I remember that she likes to be held down. I put a hand in her soft, tangled hair and hold her tight, pressing her cheek to the snow, pinning her in place.

She gasps and goes still.

Worry floods through me. "Is it—"

"It's good," she whimpers. "It's good. Keep going."

Relieved, I thrust my fingers into her one more time and then press the head of my cock against her entrance, letting her know of my presence before I do more. She moans, wriggling under my hand, and I know this is part of the game, that she wants me to hold her in place even as she makes weak struggles. So I pin her and shove my cock deep into my mate's body.

No-rah cries out, the sound raw and guttural. Her cunt clenches tight around me, her legs shuddering, and I realize she is coming. One thrust, and she is there. With a pleased growl, I thrust into her again, rocking so hard that her flanks ripple with every movement of my body. She cries out again, and again, as I drive into my mate, and all the while, her cunt squeezes me so tight. It is like she is coming hard over and over again. She is so aroused that she makes little choked sounds in her throat every time I push deep inside her, my cock spearing her even as my spur digs into her backside.

When I can hold back no longer, I grip her hip and lose myself in the moment, pounding into her until the release I've been holding back boils over. I come hard, flooding my mate with seed, and then collapse over her, my heavy weight pressing her deeper into the snow. No-rah lets out a giggle but does not get up or even wriggle away. She has told me before that she likes the feel of me over her, and I should have known then that my mate likes to be held down. Sometimes I am very, very foolish and blind.

No-rah lets out a little sigh. She remains still under me, her breathing easy, and when I finally roll to the side, she makes a sound of protest and immediately turns to put her head on my chest. "I don't think I can stand yet," she tells me dreamily. "My legs are noodles."

I run a hand along her jaw. Her leathers and fur wrappings are wet from the snow, but she does not seem to mind. "Did I hurt you? Was I too rough?"