Free Barbarian Alien by Ruby Dixon Page A

not. He can’t understand me. My fast talking is futile.
    The big alien stalks toward me as if I’m his prey. I scoot backward again, terrified — and a little aroused by the hard look in his eyes. My cootie immediately starts thrumming as he looms over me, to my horror and chagrin, and my nipples get hard.
    Fucking cootie.
    His nostrils flare and his eyes narrow as he gazes down at me.
    “I’m not turned on,” I say in a shaky voice, even though I can feel my blood pulsing and thrumming in my veins, my cootie purring in my chest. I’m a shitty, shitty liar. I want nothing more than to reach between my legs and stroke my clit again. Maybe it’s adrenaline. Maybe it’s the way he’s gazing down at me as if he can’t decide if he wants to rip my clothing off or turn me over and spank me. Both mental images make me a little crazy.
    Whatever it is, my body is acutely aware of him, and the cootie is going wild. I’m panting as I sit in the snow, and I realize a moment later that my legs are sprawled open.
    I watch as his nostrils flare. A low moan escapes my throat. Why is that so fucking hot? God, I hate this cootie.
    “Liz,” he growls, the word feral in his throat.
    “I totally don’t want you,” I pant, my cootie purring so loud it practically drowns me out. “My cootie is full of lies.”
    He reaches a big hand down to me, to help me up.
    I slap it away, annoyed at both him and myself for being all aroused after nearly getting my face eaten by a stream-Cthulhu-on-a-stick. “Go away.”
    Angry, he bends down and grabs at the front of my shirt. I know he’s about to haul me upright since I won’t take his help, but the moment his face nears mine?
    I lose all sensibility. I grab him by the one horn jutting from his brow, my fingers curling around the broken stump of the other, and I drag his face toward me for a kiss. I’m sure I’ll regret it later, but right now, my hormones are singing and my body desperately wants his mouth on mine. I barely hear his small gasp as I take his lower lip between my teeth and gently bite down.
    Raahosh makes a low, rasping groan in his throat, and then he mashes his mouth against mine.
    It’s clear the guy doesn’t know how to kiss. That’s okay – my cootie’s purring so hard I don’t think I could stop if I wanted to. A soft whimper escapes my throat, and then I begin to show him how a kiss works. My lips caress his, slow and sensual. He freezes against me, his big hands down along my sides, his body looming over mine, and he’s stiff and unyielding. So I continue to coax him with my mouth. “This is how you kiss, big guy,” I murmur between pecks of my mouth against his, letting my lips caress the hard line of his mouth.
    For a long moment, he’s tense above me, and then his lips part, letting me in. I slick my tongue over the seam of his mouth, and it brushes against his fangs, a reminder that he’s an alien. I shiver, and start to pull away.
    That’s when Raahosh kisses me back. At first hesitant, his movements grow bolder when my tongue meets his, and I make needy little noises in the back of my throat. His tongue has bumps on it, much like the ridges that cover his body. It drags over my own tongue, sending unique sensations skyrocketing through my body. Oh…wow. Georgie didn’t mention this. She didn’t mention anything even remotely close to this. I wonder if he’s got the amazing bumps in other fun locations.
    He’s taking to kissing well, his lips caressing mine and then his tongue dragging against my own, until my cootie is rumbling so loud that I can barely think, and it feels as if my entire torso is vibrating with need. My pussy aches with a similar need, and I feel, for a moment, as if I might die if he doesn’t touch me soon. I break away from him, panting.
    He immediately captures my mouth with his again. His tongue flicks against mine, a silent question.
    “I don’t want this,” I breathe, even as I grab his horns and drag his mouth