Hannah's Hero (Icehome Book 6)

by Ruby Dixon

  That seems like time wasted, and we’ve already wasted so much time.

  17

  HANNAH

  The moment he lies down, he reaches for me, and I slide my arms around his neck. He’s a freaking Adonis, this guy, and I love the feel of all that muscle pressing against me. I moan when he takes my mouth in another hungry kiss. “Don’t you need more time to recover?” I ask as he hitches me up against him and pushes me up until my breasts are at his mouth.

  “No,” he says simply and takes my nipple into his mouth, teasing it.

  Oh damn, I don’t think I do either. I fight back a whimper, clinging to his horns as he teases my nipple back and forth against the tip of his tongue. “Should we talk about Big Bird outside?” I ask, even as I hold him closer to my breasts.

  “No,” he says again, nuzzling the valley of my breasts. The light fuzz on his chin teases at my skin and then he moves over to my other breast, giving it equal attention. After a moment, he looks up at me, his eyes hot and needy. “I just worry.”

  It takes me a few to focus and realize what he’s saying. Okay, so I guess we are talking about the bird outside after all. “It’s normal to worry, but we’ll stay in here until he goes, okay? I promise not to get hardheaded and try to go outside. Even I’m not that dumb.”

  He shakes his head, gazing up at me. “I worry that now that I have everything I ever wanted, it will be taken from me.” J’shel runs a finger down my neck to my breasts. “Like it was taken from you.”

  My heart squeezes. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m still sad I never got to see Hollywood make a movie out of my book, but I was wrong when I thought that it was everything I ever wanted. I think I’d have still been looking for something even if I’d stayed on Earth.”

  “What?”

  “You,” I tell him, and I can feel myself blushing. “It sounds corny, I know, but I feel complete now that I’m with you. Like I’ve found my person. My safe space. The missing piece of my puzzle. And that’s worth more than a dozen bestselling books or movie deals.” I cup his face in my hands and then pull him close for a smacking kiss. “I just wish our happy ever after didn’t come with a big killer bird.”

  J’shel shakes his head, gazing up at me. “He will not take anything from us. I promise you that.”

  “Sounds good to me.”

  He pulls me down into his arms, one set of hands grabbing my ass and dragging me down against the hard length of his cock. “Do you still feel too sensitive, H’nah? Because I am already hard and aching for you.”

  My eyes widen. I can tell—it’s like he just dragged me against a tree branch—one with lots of ridges—and I have to bite back a moan of pure need. My cootie sings even louder in my chest, so hard that it’s making my nipples sensitive from the vibrations. If I was feeling sated before, that feeling has definitely gone away, and now I’m all hungry and needy once more. “That was fast. You don’t take long at all to recover.”

  “I am hungry for my soft, beautiful mate,” he says, rocking my hips against his length once more. “It is that simple and that hard.”

  I shiver, because god yes, it is indeed quite hard. I put my hands on his shoulders and circle my hips to add to the friction. “Then let’s go for it, hot stuff.”

  I wait for him to take me against him, to get all rough and sexy and hungry with me, but he pauses and I open my eyes to study him.

  “I have never mated before this night, H’nah. You know this?”

  “I figured.” I pause, hating to admit my own past because it doesn’t match his. “I’m not new to this sort of thing, though. Does that bother you?”

  “Did you leave a mate back on your planet?” When I shake my head, he looks visibly relieved. “Do you plan on taking another mate after you are done with me?”

  I stare at him in surprise. I’m…kinda offended he would ask such a thing. But he gazes up at me, and because I know him—because he’s the other piece of my puzzle—I get what he’s thinking. Didn’t I run like a chickenshit every time he looked at me? Didn’t I go around telling everyone that I didn’t want him? Didn’t Brooke encourage me to talk with him about splitting up after we fulfilled resonance because we’re all rewriting the rules of this place? Maybe he’s heard those same things.

  Then again, the track record for resonances in camp hasn’t been great. Sure, Lauren’s happy with K’thar, but then there’s Marisol and T’chai, who had their resonance turned off. There’s Callie, who looks at M’tok with loathing. And there’s Bridget, who slept with A’tam and then ghosted him. Or tried to, except it’s hard to ghost someone in a small camp like ours.

  Does he think I’m going to change my mind?

  I guess I have to show him that I’m not. “I’m not Callie,” I tell him, rocking my hips back and forth on the hard bar of his cock. It feels so delicious. “I’m not Marisol. You’re mine and I’m yours. I don’t want anyone else.”

  He still looks uncertain. “What if I am like A’tam…where I do not please you in the furs and you decide you want a new mate?”

  Is that what he thinks will happen? No wonder he’s uneasy. No wonder he’s confessing his virginity. “I don’t think that will happen,” I murmur, and rock against his length again. “Haven’t you seen how hot you make me? Do you need a reminder?”

  “Yes,” he says, surprising me. “A reminder.”

  And he flips me onto my back, spreads my legs, and pushes his hand between them.

  I gasp in surprise, but that gasp quickly turns to a moan when he runs his fingers through my folds and finds my clit. He gives me the most hot-eyed look as he strokes me, intensity written all over his face as I squirm against his fingers and writhe because it feels so amazing. How am I ready to go all over again with just that quick touch?

  “You are covered in nectar once more, my mate,” J’shel says, and oh dear lord, that is sexy. “I remember how good you tasted against my mouth. How sweet you were on my tongue. I want that again.”

  Oh Jesus, more oral? I don’t know if I’ll be able to handle it. My thighs clench at the thought and I cling to his neck. “Let’s have real sex this time instead? I’m aching for you to be inside me.”

  He strokes my pussy with his fingers, watching my face as he does. “Do you ache for me, little flower?”

  I arch against him, my mouth open in a silent cry. He continues to tease me, clearly fascinated with my responses, until I’m practically on the verge again. “J’shel,” I manage. “I want you inside me. Please. No more teasing.”

  “Inside you? Like…this?” And he thrusts one big finger into my core.

  Panting, I push down against his hand, adding friction. “I want you deep inside me,” I tell him like the shameless hussy I am. “I need more than just that.”

  “More?” He rubs his nose against mine even as he adds a second finger and spears me deep. “More like that?”

  I groan, because it’s so good and yet it’s still not enough. “I need that big fat cock of yours. I need you to fill me up.”

  He presses his forehead against mine, eyes closing. “I like it when you say things like that,” he says. “Do it again. Tell me more about my cock.”

  I grind down against those big thick fingers pumping into me, but my mind goes utterly blank. I can’t think of a single sexy thing to say to me. I’m too distracted, too needy. “L-like what? What do I say?”

  This makes him chuckle. His mouth skims over mine even as he rubs his thumb over my clit, nearly sending me over the edge. “You tell me that I make you so wet that you drip. You say you want my mouth and my hungry tongue to lap up all your nectar.” He pushes into me again, and this time it feels bigger, as if he’s stretching me. Either he’s spreading his fingers or he’s added another, but it feels so good that I’m practically clenching around him with every thrust. “You tell me that you need my thick cock deep inside your hot cunt, stretching you because you are small and human and I have a big, Strong Arm cock.”

  “Do you ever,” I
breathe, entranced at his filthy words.

  “Say it to me,” he demands, but then his fingers slide out of my pussy, leaving me aching and hollow, and I give a little moan of protest. That’s so unfair. I need more of him, not teasing. I’m so ready, so wet and needy.

  But then he pushes my thighs apart, and I realize we’re going in a different direction. Finally. I moan, putting my legs around his hips as he settles his big body over mine.

  “Say it, H’nah.”

  “Big cock,” I pant, even as he eases his hips down and the big, hard length of him bumps against the entrance to my core. “So big. I need it so much.”

  “How much?”

  “I’m empty and aching for you,” I say, and I’m honest. I’ve never felt so hollow and needy. “I want you to fill me up. Make me whole.”

  J’shel takes my mouth in another hard kiss, and then he surges over me. He thrusts into me, and I gasp at the initial shock of his big length pushing deep. He hisses, the breath escaping between his gritted teeth, and then slowly continues to push forward, and I realize there is a lot of him to take.

  And I squirm, because I feel like I’m coming all over again. “Oh fuck.” I dig my nails into his shoulders, clinging to him for dear life. “Oh fuck, you’re so big. That’s so good.”

  He pauses over me, his big body straining. “Are you too sensitive? Should I stop—”

  “No!” I lift my hips, trying to push him deeper. “Don’t you dare fucking stop.”

  He makes an impatient noise. “We are going to talk later about the confusing things you say.” His voice is tight with strain. “Do I go on or—”

  “Just fuck me hard,” I yell into his ear, arching.

  “H’nah.” J’shel groans my name, and then surges forward, so hard that my legs feel as if they’re heading toward my ears.

  And oh god, it’s so good.

  He plows into me with graceless force, all enormous cock and big body and it takes the breath from my lungs and makes my eyes water and I fucking love it. I’ve never had sex with a guy that was so big it’d feel as if I’m stretched tight around him, but I feel like that right now.

  He goes still the moment he sinks deep, and then shifts his weight, sinking a little deeper…and his spur slides against my clit.

  That makes my body jolt in a way I’ve never jolted before. “Oh god, your spur!”

  J’shel freezes. “It is wrong?”

  “No,” I manage, my voice feeling as if it’s squeezing tight out of my throat, because squeezing everything is the only way I don’t shatter into a bajillion pieces right now. “It’s so fucking right. Do it again.” And I dig my nails into his shoulders again to show him I’m serious.

  With a growl, he drives into me again, and his spur drags against me so fucking perfectly once more that I’m screaming. I can’t stop. I know I’m bellowing into his ear as he rears back and plows into me again, but I don’t care. He doesn’t either, because he thrusts deep, hard and fast and so quick that I can’t match his rhythm. All I can do is hold on while he pumps furiously into me and I love it.

  Within moments, I’m coming. The orgasm rushes up deep inside me, fierce and hard and I can’t do a thing to slow it down. Every thrust sends his spur sliding against my clit in a way that makes me see stars, and he drives into me with that big cock so vigorously that I feel him everywhere, and it’s the best thing I’ve ever had. I come, squeezing so hard that my legs feel as if they’re locking around him.

  And before I can come down from that orgasm, another one ripples through me. I’m making the most incoherent, rough sounds as we mate, but I don’t care. All I know is that I’m coming hard over and over again, and it’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before.

  God, why did I ever fight my cootie?

  Something rustles against my hair, and I realize as J’shel continues to pump into me with hard, determined strokes that we’ve fucked so hard that we’ve crossed the furs and I’m about to smack into one of the vine-covered walls. I put my hands up to brace myself against the rock, and he growls. “Look at your teats,” he says, watching them bounce as he thrusts into me. “You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, H’nah.”

  “Does it make you hard?” I ask, breathless. “Does it make you want to come?”

  He growls, his face showing his strain, and I suddenly feel very powerful. I tighten my legs around him and choke for breath through another orgasm, this one a smaller aftershock of the last. I want him to feel as good as I do. I want him to come as hard as I do.

  So I tell him all the filthy things I’m imagining. “You like watching my tits bounce while you fuck me?” I say, holding onto the wall for dear life as his efforts redouble. “You like holding onto my big hips while you fuck me so deep and so hard that I can practically feel you in my belly?”

  His movements jerk, become more erratic, and he leans in, his hands digging into my hips even as he continues to pound into me. Oh fuck, it’s so good. I’m whimpering, wild with need as he drives into me. I forget all about dirty talk and just breathe his name, holding on for dear life as he surges into me again and again. My pussy clenches tight in yet another orgasm, and that does it for him. He groans, the sound loud and so complete, and he empties his seed into me with such force I swear I can feel him bathing my insides. I cling to him, my arms and legs wrapped around his much bigger body as he rocks his hips into me, moving ever so slightly deeper as if he needs to impregnate me in the first go.

  And then my gorgeous J’shel collapses on top of me, and I’m buried under a mountain of sweaty blue muscle.

  I don’t even care.

  I run my hands up and down his broad back, loving the feel of him. He’s like touching suede, I realize, just a little bit fuzzy and oh so soft. He’s so hard and muscular that I never noticed until now, and I can’t stop petting him. It’s like I have to keep touching him like my life depends on it, so I do. I brush his hair back from his face and run my hands over his arms and shoulders and back, and dig my heels into the glorious muscles that make up his perfect ass.

  J’shel’s completely still over me, the only sound that of his heavy breathing. Eventually, I become aware of the press of his bigger body over mine, the slickness between our joined thighs, and the vines pushing against my hair. I tap a finger on his side. “Um, you okay?”

  “I see why, now,” he murmurs, the sound utterly replete.

  “Why what?”

  He lifts his head and gives me a little grin that looks so self-satisfied that I want to laugh. “Why K’thar is always smiling since we arrived in this land.”

  I giggle. “I expect you to be smiling that much, too.”

  “I think I shall never stop,” he admits, and gives me a kiss.

  18

  HANNAH

  The next morning, I wake up, and the furs smell like sex and sweat… and they’re empty. J’shel isn’t lying beside me like he was when I drifted off to sleep, and panic hits me. I jerk upright, looking around at the leafy paradise inside the cave. “J’shel?” When I don’t see him, the panic grips me harder. He didn’t leave me behind, did he? “J’shel!”

  My big alien emerges from the vine-covered entrance to the cave. The fact that he was near the entrance again fills me with terror, and even the sight of the waterskins, puffed up with snow, doesn’t make me feel better. I grab at one of his hands the moment he sits down next to me. “Where did you go? Why did you go outside?”

  “To get water.” He holds the skins out.

  “You went to see that bird, didn’t you?” When he doesn’t look me in the eye, I slap his arm in frustration. “You think I don’t know what you’re up to? I know how your mind works. Don’t go out there, J’shel! It’s not safe!”

  “I only went far enough to get snow,” he reassures me, his tone gentle.

  “You can’t scare me like that,” I tell him, feeling dangerously close to tears. I’m still aching and sore in all the right ways from our glorious round of lovemaking last night,
but my cootie’s still humming with need. “You can’t leave me.”

  “I would never leave you,” J’shel says, caressing my cheek.

  “Then promise me you didn’t go out to check on that bird.”

  He’s quiet, and I want to scream. “I had to see if it had left,” he eventually says.

  “And did it?”

  “No. It remains in the same spot.” His expression is displeased.

  Figures. I was hoping it’d leave on its own, but I guess that was too much to hope for. “Which means we stay here for a while longer.” When he doesn’t answer right away, I realize he’s avoiding answering anything, really. “Promise me you won’t go out there,” I demand again. “That you’re not going to try and ‘save’ us from that thing. It’s the size of a plane. It’s not safe.”

  He flicks his long, tangled hair back over his shoulder, the mess of it clearly irritating him, but I think it looks gorgeous. “It is not that simple, H’nah—”

  “Yes it is,” I interrupt. “It is the most simple thing in the world to just stay in here with me.” He’s worrying me, especially when he doesn’t come rejoin in me in bed. My cootie’s still humming with resonance, and…and this can’t be it, right? He can’t go off and do something foolish now and get himself killed. “You need to be with me forever,” I tell him desperately. I know that sounds crazy and needy, but I don’t care. “If we’re making an alien baby together then I don’t want to do it by myself. I need you with me. I need you at my side, not flinging yourself at some damned monster just because you think I need saving. If we have to stay here a month, then we stay here a month. Or three months. Or however long. Just…stay with me.”

  I feel as if I’m on the verge of tears. I know I’m not sounding rational. I don’t sound rational to my own ears, but I don’t care. If it takes me being a clingy, needy woman to pull him away from that cave entrance, I’ll play the baby card. I don’t care. I’ll cry a million tears if it makes him come back to my side. Whatever it takes, I’ll do it. He’s mine and I’m his and that’s all there is to it.