Surviving Skarr (Ice Planet Clones #2) 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: 92
Estimated words: 85553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
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He pushes his primary cock against me, dragging the length of it against my clit as he pumps inside me, and my breath hitches at how good it feels. This wasn’t how I expected him to use his cocks on me, but I love it. I love how he’s pumping into me, driving his secondary cock into my body even as the heavier, thicker one rubs through my sensitive folds and drips pre-cum all over my skin, adding to the slick wetness between us.

Hot arousal curls through me, the slow build-up of an orgasm, and I hold tightly to him, trying to match his rhythm. “Please,” I breathe. “Please please.”

I don’t know what I’m asking for, only that I need more.

Skarr groans, tilting his head and leaning over until he has my ear in his mouth, teasing it with hot licks and nipping bites as he shuttles in and out of me. Even more arousing than his lips are the soft sounds he makes into my ear, the breathless haaa and unh noises that tell me that he’s losing control. And as I tighten towards my climax, I make ridiculous little sounds of my own, kittenish whimpers and mewls that would embarrass me in daylight, but are nothing but encouragement right now, animalistic sounds that demand that he move faster, that he make me come.

Then it hits me—the flutter in my belly turns to tight, spiraling pleasure and everything clenches. My breath stutters as I cling to him, muscles locking with the force of my climax, and I squeeze around him tightly as I come and come and come.

It feels incredible. It feels so right.

I’m dimly aware of Skarr pressing kisses to my neck and my ear as I float down from my orgasm, of him pausing in his efforts, his big body braced over mine. He murmurs my name in my ear, and I’m starting to love how Vivi sounds, especially when he says it. When I sigh with contentment and stroke a hand down his spine, he slips out of my body and presses a fierce kiss to my lips.

Before I can catch my breath, he turns me over in the furs, raising my hips into the air. I barely have a moment to shift my weight before his cock is pressing into me from behind, and this time it feels bigger than before. His primary cock fits me to the point of being near uncomfortable, but I’m wet and relaxed and when he gives me a sharp thrust, it feels incredible. It’s like every bit of him is sliding against all of my sensitive spots, and I cry out, grabbing fistfuls of the blankets underneath me.

He makes a low growl, gripping my hips and fucking me hard and fast. It’s like he’s using me for his own orgasm, and I love it. I love the slap of him as our hips meet, the sting when he thrusts hard, the rub of his secondary cock brushing against my thighs. I love that he’s losing control, that he’s so lost in the moment that he’s forgetting about everything except getting off. My name is a guttural sound on his lips, chanted over and over, and when he buries himself inside me for the final time and surges forward, pressing me down into the furs even as something cool spurts inside me, I love it.

I fucking love all of it.

Skarr’s weight on top of me feels delicious, and I stroke his arm as he shudders and comes to himself. He presses absent kisses to my neck, languid and sweet, and then heaves a long, drawn-out breath. “I can do better than that.”

I chuckle. Count on Skarr to want perfection in all things. “I personally thought it was lovely.”

“Yes, but you only came once. I can make you come more than that.”

“There’s plenty of evening left.” I trail my fingers along the scales of his spine. “I’m not worried. Are you…happy?”

It feels like a silly thing to ask. I know I’m happy, and I know he just came inside me. This is the culmination of our mating and yet part of me wants to hear the love words. I need to know that he feels as moved as I do.

Skarr lifts his head, a frown of consternation on his face. “My khui is still humming. Did we do something wrong?”

“The healer told me that it takes several times for some couples. I wouldn’t worry.” I’d approached her for grease for my skis at Hannah’s suggestion, but Veronica had thought that I wanted the grease for sex, and what had followed had been a quick primer on how some splices couldn’t make their mates pregnant right away and if we needed assistance she would help and be as unobtrusive as possible. Which is incredibly awkward when all I wanted was grease for my skis.



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