Page 59 of Lost in Barbarian Space

He ignored her, stripping her wet clothes away and leaving her naked. She heard more noises, the clink of Colm’s sword. Then his big, naked body wrapped around her and pulled her close into his arms. He yanked the fur around them.

This time she felt the faint brush of heat. She tried to burrow closer to him. She felt his hands rubbing all over her body, chafing against her freezing skin.

He kept rubbing her with short strokes—up her back, down her sides, along her legs, up her arms. Slowly, so slowly, the heat of him seeped into her, and she started shivering—huge, bone-rattling tremors. She was shivering so hard she worried her teeth would shatter.

Colm held her tighter. Then he started to kiss her. Small kisses along the edge of her hairline, then down her cheek, along her jaw, down her neck.

He kept up those tiny kisses and the long, warm strokes of his hands. Soon the shivering stopped, and the icy pain disappeared. “Tired.”

“Sleep.” His voice still sounded strained. “I’ve got you.”

Colm held a sleeping Honor tightly in his arms.

He’d almost lost her.

Even now, his nanami were still buzzing through his body with rage. Seeing her trapped in the icy water, and unable to get to her while the beasts had attacked him, had almost driven him out of his mind. He barely remembered fighting the creatures. It was just a blur of sound, color, and rage.

When he’d reached Honor, she’d been freezing to death.

She was warm now. He pulled her closer and listened to the steady beat of her heart. He watched her face as she slept and slowly felt the terrible rage in him calm.

He dragged in a deep breath. He had to admit that he was no longer fully in control of his nanami. His arms tightened on her. He’d hoped he’d have many more years before he reached this stage, but it was time to accept that soon, he’d no longer be able to function normally.

He’d become like his father.

His jaw locked. But he would never let himself risk hurting someone weaker.

And definitely not Honor.

She stirred, her hair tickling his nose. This was his last chance to hold her. He would get her back to her people, and then he knew his time was over.

When he returned to Markaria, he’d head to the Northern Wastelands. It was time. Kavon was mated and settled. His friend had turned his estate into one of the most powerful on Markaria.

Colm wasn’t needed anymore.

Honor stirred again. Her cheeks were pink with warmth, and the pinched look was gone from her face. She pressed into him and made a small noise that made his desire rise. She was out of danger now.

And he had to have her.

He rolled her beneath him, settling into the cradle of her thighs. As her eyelids fluttered open, her eyes meeting his, he thrust inside her.

Her mouth opened in a silent cry, more heat filling her cheeks. Colm moved slowly this time, his nanami strangely calm. He kept his eyes locked with her green ones. By the warrior, it felt like she was made for him. She was tight and slick around him, and he kept plunging his cock into her over and over.

Reaching down, he slid his hand between their thrusting bodies. He touched her, felt where she was stretched around him, and then slid his thumb up to find the tiny nub above. He rubbed it and felt her jerk against him with a husky cry.

He worked her hard and didn’t slow his firm thrusts. A second later, her release hit her, and he watched the emotions skitter across her face.

As her body contracted on his, he couldn’t hold off his own release any longer. Pleasure slammed into him, he thrust himself deep to the root and held himself there as he poured himself inside her.

Colm dropped onto the fur and pulled her close, her legs tangled with his. Then, exhausted, he fell into a light sleep.

When he stirred, he thought he was dreaming. But as he stared at the ice roof above him and felt the warm lips traveling down his body, he realized that this wasn’t a dream.

It was so much better.

Honor was on top of him, her lips tracing a trail down his chest. She stopped every now and then to lick and suck and tease. She nipped at the ridges of his stomach, and he drew in a sharp breath. She scooted farther down and her mouth pressed to his hipbone.

“Time for me to drive you a little crazy, warrior.”