Ice Planet Honeymoon (Four Novellas of HEA)

I collapse over him, sated, a laugh rising from my throat. He rubs my buttocks, kissing the insides of my thighs and dragging his tongue over my pussy even though I’ve already come.

“Are you good, my mate?” he asks, breathless.

“Oh yeah,” I manage. “I’m amazing.” I really am, too.

“Good.”

A moment later, Vektal sits up, lifting me into the air. I’m on my back - gently - in the furs a moment later, my knees pushing up to my chest. He moves over me, and I’m giggling even as he presses the hot, thick length of him into my core.

“What is so funny?” He asks, sliding one of my ankles up to his big shoulder. He runs his hand up and down my leg, that possessive, delicious look in his eye.

“I can’t believe you’re ready to go again, that’s all.” I smile up at him, and my smile turns into a gasp when he drives deep into me.

“I will always be ready for you, my Georgie,” he tells me in a ruthless growl…and then he claims the hell out of me once more.

* * *

We stay out for a glorious, sex-filled week after that. The little cave in the mountains becomes the honeymoon I promised to Vektal, and there are plenty of days where we don’t even leave the furs. It’s a vacation, and a great one. We relax lazily, hanging out in the cave, and I share with him my memories of Earth and he tells me stories of growing up in the tribe, which was much bigger once upon a time. There’s always more to learn about my mate, and I’m looking forward to a lifetime of discoveries.

Eventually, though, we need to head back. I thought I’d be a little disappointed when we start the long walk back to the home cave, but surprisingly, I’m not. It’s been a wonderful, refreshing time alone together, and I feel more connected to my big, burly alien than ever before. Even so, I’m excited for what the future holds for us, and I look forward to rejoining our tribe. I can’t wait to see their faces again, and I know Vektal feels the same.

I’m excited to go home.

I’m excited to rejoin our people.

And by the time we round the last bend toward the home caves, I’m practically dancing with excitement.

Vektal laughs with amusement as my steps pick up. “Now you walk fast?”

I laugh, enjoying his teasing. “Uh, yeah. I want to see if anyone resonated while we were gone.”

He snorts. “I have told you, my mate, resonances are a rare thing.”

“Because you’ve never had so many hot, single ladies hanging around your cave,” I tease back. “Your cooties won’t know what to do with all that estrogen in the air.”

“Est-roh-what?”

“Girl stuff,” I tell him with a wave of my hand. “I admit, I’m a little anxious to get back in general. I want to make sure no one fell apart while we were gone. I worry about some of them.” I think specifically of Ariana, who’s the tribe’s resident weeper, and Kira, who seems sad and distant all the time. And Tiffany, who had plenty to say when we were captive but now that we’re free seems to have clammed up entirely. We all have baggage, of course. It’s to be expected. But I want to be there for anyone that needs a friend or a shoulder to cry on. I’m going to be chieftess to Vektal’s chief and I want to be the best damn chieftess I can possibly be.

“Ho,” a familiar face calls as we approach the cave. It’s one of the big blue guys, walking out to greet us, and I recognize Haeden by the scowl on his face. He nods at us.

“Ho,” Vektal replies easily. “How fares things?”

He shrugs. “All is quiet.”

“Quiet is good,” I say, smiling at him. He just stares at me.

Vektal puts a possessive arm around my waist. “Who is out on the trails hunting right now?”

We pause as the two men discuss herd patterns and who’s out far from the cave and who’s staying close by. Vektal listens to all, nodding, and eventually looks over at me. “It will be my turn to go out on the trail soon. Tomorrow. But tonight, I have one more honey-moons with my pretty mate.”

My face gets hot. I’m pretty sure he’s using the word ‘honeymoon’ in place of sex, and now he just told Haeden that we’re going to go fuck.

“Honey-moons?” Haeden asks, curious.

“Long story,” I say before Vektal can speak. I take my mate by the hand and drag him inside. “Let’s go, honey, because I’m starving and I smell something good on the fire.”

Haeden’s frown increases. “Hemalo is dyeing skins over the fire.”

Oh. Okay, yeah, that’s probably what I smell. No wonder he’s looking at me like I’m crazy. If it’s the cocktail I remember, the skin dye is made up of pee, brains, and some other unsavory crap, all boiled into a horrific mush.