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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“We can’t be strangers,” I whisper between kisses. “We’re resonating to each other.”

And I boldly stroke his dick again, reminding him that certain parts of our bodies are not strangers at all. That I’m very intimately acquainted with his umbrella dick.

He makes a choked sound at my touch, his head falling back. I love how quickly he loses himself in the moment, how each time I touch him he reacts as if he’s never felt anything so good. It’s such a heady sensation to know that all of my caresses are wanted…when I was here before, flirting with the islanders on the beach, no one wanted more than a kiss or two unless I was willing to commit to belonging to one person and one person alone. This time, I’m the one demanding strings attached.

My, how the tables have turned.

I push those thoughts aside and concentrate on pleasuring Rem’eb instead. It’s such a delight to play with him. To watch how intensely he feels everything. I wiggle my fingers, then loosen the large knot in his leather belt that holds his leggings in place. I slide his clothes down his legs with all of the skill of the most practiced of flirts, and when his legs are bared and his dick is exposed, I lightly run a finger along his length.

The “frill” around the head of him pulses, as if just waiting to unfurl. It’s the most alien thing on this planet full of alien things, and yet I’m oddly thrilled by it. I remember how it felt pushing against the inside of my mouth, and I wonder how that’d feel deep inside me.

Better than any spur, I’d be willing to wager.

“My Rem’eb,” I say lightly, and lick the head of his dick, watching his frill pulse again.

His eyes are bright and intense as he groans again, reaching for me. “Let me touch you,” he pants. “This time when you come, I want to feel it around my fingers.”

My body clenches in response to his words, but I need to keep control. I need to make him want me. Need to make him want more than I give him. So I just smile and lick the head of him again, even as I trace a finger down his shaft and graze his sac. “Not yet, my gorgeous man.”

Rem’eb sucks in a breath and I glance up at him, touching my tongue to the head of his dick again. When he unfurls this time, I know I’ve won. I barely manage to move my head back as his frill extends, trying to close around something a bit like a Venus flytrap. The head of his dick pulls back, fattens, and then surges forward, delivering its payload all over my chin and the front of my tunic in one large warm splat.

Well…that’s my fault for not letting him undress me.

Rem’eb falls back, gasping for breath as his dick shivers and his frill remains puffed. I run a finger around the edge of it, exploring, and Rem’eb lets out an unholy noise, his dick spurting again. “Okay, so you like that. Noted.”

Even though I’m messy now, I’m happy. Rather smug, actually. I made him come. I rocked his world. He’s going to declare love for me after a few days of this, determined to get inside me and impregnate me, and when he does, I’ll finally let him get the goods. I wipe my face and neck clean with the edge of my tunic and then pull the whole thing off, since it’s going to need cleaning later.

Rem’eb’s eyes are glowing slits as he watches me strip down to my breast-band and leggings. “You made me spill.”

“Of course I did.” I smile sweetly at him. “You liked it.”

“We are resonating. I should spill inside you.”

“Not if you’re leaving me behind.” I cup my breasts and slide my hands down my body. “You don’t get any of this if you’re leaving me behind.”

He narrows his eyes at me, and I wonder how much of that he picked up. Probably not more than me saying “no” and touching myself suggestively. That’ll get the point across, though.

But because I’m me and I’m impatient, I have to twist the knife.

I slide my hand down the front of my pants and seek out my clit. I graze my fingertips through my folds and I’m not surprised that I’m absolutely soaked. I’m resonating, and I just watched a big, sexy man come from my touch. Of course I’m freaking horny as hell. With a little hitch of my breath, I rub the hood of my clit, determined to take my turn.

“Is that how it is to be?” Rem’eb asks, a growl in his voice. “We fight over who gets to touch who?”

“I’m not fighting.” I keep touching myself, breathless. “I’m just having a great time.”



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