Romancing Rem’eb (Ice Planet Clones #3) Read Online Ruby Dixon

Categories Genre: Alien, Alpha Male, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal Tags Authors: Series: Ice Planet Clones Series by Ruby Dixon
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Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 91775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
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And I especially love when she wakes me up from sleep, tossing a leg over my hips and sinking down onto my erect cock, just as she does this morning. I groan, surging into her, and pump my hips. I sink deep into her, relentless, until my frill unfurls and blooms inside her. She gasps, her knees locking against my sides, her palms pressing on my chest, and rides me with tiny motions, dragging out our joined pleasure.

It is easy to tell when my mate is sated, because her entire body clenches around me and she trembles. Until I get that tremble, I know to hold off on my own pleasure…or to drag hers to the forefront with a few touches to her cunt. This time, she comes just by the plunge of my cock deep against her womb, and Tia arches her back, shivering as she squeezes my cock deep inside her. When she collapses over my chest with a languid moan, I know she is well-pleased. I stroke a hand up and down her back, petting her soft skin.

When she recovers, she props her chin up on my chest and smiles at me, a sated expression on her face. “Hungry, Rem’eb?”

She makes a gesture with her hand, indicating eating, but I have learned a few of her words by now. I nod and she slips off of me, moving across her crude hut to where she keeps a pitcher of fresh water. Her friends have been leaving food and drink just outside the hut for us, and no doubt her entire tribe is aware that we are fulfilling resonance. Something like that is celebrated back in the caves, so I see no reason why it would not be celebrated here.

I put two of my hands behind my head and watch appreciatively as she moves. Her steps are light and almost gliding, her delightful backside bouncing with her motions. I like watching her naked. It is a shame it is so very cold above, because she looks delectable in nothing but her skin.

Tia washes up, wets a towel for me and then tosses it in my direction. I catch it in one hand, ice-cold water splattering everywhere the moment I close my fingers around it.

Sputtering, I sit up. “That’s cold!”

She just laughs at my misery and moves to the food, picking through what’s left on the tray for us. “Fish? Roots? Sumtinelse?”

“Take whatever you wish. I will have what is left.” I wipe my cock down, trying not to wince at the cold, cold water against my sensitive, overheated skin. We have mated so many times in the last few days that my cock actually aches, my frill swollen from overuse. Not that it has stopped us. Resonance has been relentless.

Relentless…and possibly the most enjoyable experience ever.

I glance over at my mate as she fills a plate for us, humming to herself, and she has small marks on her skin from me sucking on her too enthusiastically. I know there are scratches on my back from her nails, but I wear these small pains gladly.

She returns to my side and instead of sitting next to me, Tia sets the plate down and immediately pushes her way into my lap.

“Oho,” I chuckle, amused at her bossiness. “What is this?”

“Wahrm seet,” she tells me, and wiggles her bottom. She leans her back against my front, picks up the plate, and holds a bite of something up to my lips.

I take it from her, chewing. Salted fish jerky. Not my favorite, but a decent bite. She takes a nibble of the same, relaxing in my arms. Once I finish chewing, I rest my chin atop her head. Tia is smaller than me, but I like her size. “You fit in my arms perfectly. Did you notice that?”

“Yes.” Her voice is full of amusement. “Ezee tadoowhen urhuuge.”

I do not mark any of that, and I bite back my frustration. Like a selfish creature, I want to devour all her words, and I hate that any of them slip away. I want to know what she is thinking, what makes her laugh, everything. We can communicate some, with gestures, facial expressions, and a few shared words…but it is not enough.

She always grows sad when I mention I cannot understand her, so I avoid that. Today, I decide, I want nothing but smiles from my lovely mate. I stroke her coiling hair and then reach over her shoulder to snatch a piece of food from the plate. “Will you work on your loom today?”

“Mmm,” Tia says, but I do not know what that answer means. She glances over at the loom off to the side of her hut. Since we have fallen into bed together, we have attempted to work on the loom, but without much success. Our minds have been on…other things. It looks correct to me, but I do not know much about looms. Tia is not entirely satisfied with it, and continues to toy with the strings and the comb-like bar that dangles from them.


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