Ice Planet Honeymoon (Four Novellas of HEA)

“About?”

There’s a wariness in his tone, as if he expects to hear something sad or troubling from me. I don’t blame him for that wariness - I promised him a sexy honeymoon and gave him a funeral instead. I snuggle up to my mate and put my chin on his chest, seeking out his glowing eyes in the dim light of the cave. “Thinking about our baby. Our future. The tribe. A bunch of stuff.”

He grins, his eyes sleepy slits of blue light. “I like these thoughts.”

“Me, too.” I skate my fingers over his abdomen and brush them over his sides, loving the way he tenses. Ticklish. “I wanted to talk to you about things, too. About the graves. Let’s not tell the others what we’ve done, all right?”

“You think they would not want to know? Or that they would not approve?”

“I think they would approve,” I say. “But I also want them to move on, to move forward like I plan on doing. I feel like if we bring it up it’ll just remind them of our losses. If someone asks, we’ll share, but if they don’t ask, I don’t want to be the one to volunteer it. We all need to start fresh.”

“Very well.”

“If they ask, we just had a sex-filled honeymoon where we barely left the furs.”

“So we…make up stories?” He grins down at me.

I wince. That was my original pitch to him, wasn’t it? That we’d run off together and just fuck like bunnies until the cows came home. This has to be a disappointing trip for him even if it was a necessary one for me. “I’m so sorry, Vektal. This wasn’t a very good trip for you, was it?”

“You needed this trip. I have no regrets. I am just glad the sorrow is gone from your eyes.” He runs a finger lightly down my cheek, then traces my jaw. “I knew my Georgie had something troubling her, and if this is what it took to fix it, then I am very happy.”

“It was exactly what I needed,” I agree. I’m feeling…curiously frisky, too. I run my fingers along his side, tickling slightly, and love that he squirms and his tail thumps against the blankets like an irritated cat. “You know…we’re still alone. We don’t have to go back just yet. We can still make this a sexy honeymoon.”

He chuckles. “Not if you are not feeling it, my mate. I am content to wait.” He brushes his fingers over my cheek again in the gentlest of caresses. “We have all our lives to mate. It does not have to be now if you are not in the mood.”

Sweet Vektal. He’s totally misunderstanding me. “When did I say I wasn’t in the mood?” I give his chiseled stomach a kiss. He’s got washboard abs, rippled with both muscle and those hard, protective plates. I kiss lower, where a happy trail should be, and then move even lower, making a bee-line for one of my favorite parts of his body.

My mate groans, his hand tightening in my hair. “Georgie—”

“Shhh. I’m having myself some honeymoon fun.” I flick my tongue against his spur and then move even lower, gripping his cock in my hand. He’s so big and thick around that my fingers don’t quite meet when I circle him, and just giving his girth a squeeze makes me all hot and bothered. “I love how thick you are.”

“My cock loves your mouth.”

I chuckle, because that’s such an absurd thing to say to a girl, but on him it’s somehow sweet. I know he doesn’t mean it in a creepy way like an Earth guy would. He means it because he loves all of me and how I touch him. I think of the first time I went down on him and blew his mind. Even though he loves to eat pussy - and boy, did I score on that angle - he’d never had a blowjob and every time I give him one, he acts like he’s being given the greatest treasure ever.

Which just makes me want to do it more.

I take the head of him into my mouth, lightly running my tongue along the crown. The taste of pre-cum hits my taste-buds a moment later, and I moan, lapping at his cock-head. “My handsome alien,” I purr, loving the feel of my khui as it starts up, gently rumbling in my chest in time with my mate’s arousal. “My mouth loves your cock, too.” And I lick him, from root to tip.

He shudders, groaning, and I absolutely love that reaction. God, this man. How is it possible that he’s such a damn beast, ferocious and unafraid, and yet so gentle that he holds hands with me and carries me like I’m a princess? How did I get so lucky?