The moment I lift my hips into the air, his mouth is there, lapping at the pucker of my ass. I squeal, unable to help myself. I didn’t realize he’d be so…enthusiastic. But Skarr groans with pleasure, licking and kissing and pressing his forked tongue into that surprisingly sensitive spot. I clutch at the furs, whimpering as he lavishes attention on my backside. Okay, we’ve been missing out, because his mouth down there feels incredible.

“Oh god.” I fist the blankets as he teases a finger into my channel, his tongue working against my backside non-stop. “Oh god. Skarr…wait. Wait.”

He makes a sound of protest, lifting his head just enough to scrape his teeth over my buttock. “What?”

“Want to have sex? In both holes?”

“Yes and yes.” He nips my butt, making me squirm again. “Can we do that? Will I fit back here?”

He runs a finger along the rim of my ass, sending shivers up my spine.

I nod against the blankets, pushing back against his fingertip. “Grease,” I pant. “We’ll get the grease.”

“Where is it?”

I point at my bag, hanging on a hook by the privacy flap. There’s still not a lot of stuff in our hut, but I imagine it’ll fill up with time. Skarr all but leaps to the bag, and I can see he’s already extruded, both cocks out and gleaming wetly in the low light of our hut. They’re thick with arousal, and my mouth waters at the sight of him. Mine, all mine.

“Aha.” He holds it into the air and then strides back to me with two big steps, all but flinging the lid aside in his haste.

“You…you want me on hands and knees or on my back?” I pant, and then a slick, greased finger is teasing at my ass. I let out a whimper. Okay, I guess I’m on hands and knees.

He pushes his finger against the rim of my backside, and when it slips inside, he groans. “Look at how pretty that is.”

“Cock, too,” I manage, then bite down on a knuckle as he continues to tease my rim with his fingers. It’s both unnerving and erotic, and I can’t stay still. I squirm against his touch constantly, needing to move against those invading fingers as he pushes a second one into me.

“I love this,” he breathes, voice reverent. “Let me stretch you so you can take me.”

He goes slow, moving his two fingers in and out with gentle motions and then slowly adds a third. By this time, my pussy is aching and soaked with need, and there’s a hollowness in my belly that’s hungry to be filled. “Skarr. I need you.”

“You think you’re ready, my fierce warrior?”

I have no idea. I just know I’m going to go insane if he doesn’t give me more than a few fingers soon. I nod frantically.

His fingers slide out of my backside, and then I hear the sound of him slicking his cocks with the lubricant. A moment later, one is pushing at the entrance to my core. I make a sound of pure need, lifting my hips to meet him. When he fills me, it feels so good I practically come from that alone.

Then I realize something fat and heavy is rubbing between my buttocks. It’s his primary cock, the bigger one of the two. He drags it along the cleft of my backside, and I want to tell him to switch, to use the smaller one back there, but then he’d have to leave my body and I’m already clenching around his length, hungry for more.

“Ready?” he whispers, his hand skimming over my flank.

I nod and then he’s pushing into me. He doesn’t sink in like he does with my pussy. He pushes against my backside, and then surges forward when the tight muscles there ease enough to let him in. We both groan at once.

The feel of him in my backside is tight and not entirely uncomfortable, but I can hear Skarr panting as if he’s losing his mind, so I know it’s good for him. I close my eyes and relax, getting comfortable as he pushes slowly deeper, and then he’s filling me in both holes. It’s both too much and strangely pleasant, and I do my best to stay still as he settles in.

“My fierce warrior,” he grits, stroking gently into me for the first time.

I cry out, the dual sensations powerful. Oh god…there are no words. That’s incredible. He pumps into me again, gripping my hips to hold me in place. I moan as he settles into a rhythm, thrusting slowly and then picking up speed. I start to move with him, pushing back as he surges forward, until we’re both lost in the moment.

“I need to touch myself,” I pant as he drills into me. “Want to come with you.”

“Do it.” His voice is a hollow rasp full of tension. “Hurry.”

As if I’m going to last long. The moment I steal one hand between my legs and touch my clit, everything in me tenses. Being filled by him like this is driving me to the edge, and with two strokes of my fingers I’m coming, my body tightening around him as the world shatters.

I’m lost in the waves of pleasure, barely aware of Skarr driving into me, his movements jerky, and then he’s coming, too, shuddering over me and whispering my name a thousand times as if it’s a prayer.

When the weight of him presses down on my back, I slump forward into the blankets, sweaty and exhausted. He flops down on top of me, a graceless pile of green muscle and cool skin, and then kisses my neck.

“Vivi…that was…”

“The best on the planet?” I ask, breathless.

He chuckles. “How did you know?”

Author’s Note

Hello there!

Thank you for reading, and for continuing to read the ice planet shenanigans. If you're in this deep and continuing to read, I have nothing but love for you. This world and the people here are still endlessly fun for me, and I'm happy to have more stories to tell. That being said...it's been a hot minute since I last released an Ice Planet book! January was R'jaal and Rosalind and I had every intention of writing the next book quickly.

(Narrator: She did not, in fact, write the next book quickly.)

This year has definitely been a bit more scattered release-wise, but I'm going to take a quick break from IPC with the next release and then come back to Tia and Rem'eb's book, where we'll get to know all about the ancestors, their weird-ass politics and how things will play out. I'm looking forward to it! For the longest time, Tia didn't 'speak' to me as a character. I always know when a character is ready for their story when I start hearing their dialogue in my head. Tia was silent for the longest, and I realized it was because I was trying to pair her up with one of the Islanders and that wasn't working for me. Now that she's paired with Rem'eb (in resonance at least) she won't shut up, which is an excellent sign.

But let's talk about Skarr and Vivi!

With every book, it's my goal to first have fun with the story, and to showcase different aspects of living on the planet. I want every hero or heroine to be slightly different than the last, and so I'm always asking myself "How is this character different than the ones that came before?"

How was Skarr different from the other gladiators we had before?

In a word, Skarr sucked.

Which was fun to think about. What if your soulmate, your 'hero'...is an absolute jackass and a braggart? What do you do in that situation? Vivi was busy trying to figure herself out, and here comes this guy that won't shut up and won't leave her alone. To me, Skarr was a lot like Ashtar, but whereas Ashtar was flirty and cute and didn't take himself seriously, Skarr was the opposite. He looked at everything as a challenge. He wanted to win all the time. He wanted others to see him as a champion. In my head, he was like Andy Clark (Emilio Estevez) from the Breakfast Club. He needed everyone to see him as a hero.

So naturally I had to pair him with Ally Sheedy aka Allison aka the weird goth in the back of the room.

Vivi's got issues of her own, but she's also one of the strongest female characters. Someone had asked me once why I hadn't written a survivalist heroine. The answer? It's just too easy. You ever read one of those books where the heroine travels through time and automatically has a bag full of amazing stuff that makes her life in the past super easy? Yeah, I hated that as a reader. It felt like cheating. So making a survivalist drop on the ice planet felt like an unfair advantage...