Page 40 of Lost in Barbarian Space

They were both silent as they followed Derek’s marlin into the Drake’s hangar bay. By the time Honor climbed out of her marlin, the med team already had Dr. Behati’s prone body on an anti-grav stretcher.

One of the doctors, a tiny woman in a white uniform, nodded at Honor. “Everyone okay? Any other injuries?”

Honor shook her head. “Just Dr. Behati. Is he going to be okay?”

The doctor’s brow creased. “We don’t know yet. He’s badly injured, and we’re worried about foreign infections. I’ll let you know as soon as we know anything.”

“Thanks, Doc.” Honor ran a hand through her hair.

“It isn’t your fault,” Colm said quietly.

Her jaw tightened. “I’m in charge. That makes me responsible for everyone’s lives.”

“These are people who willingly go on dangerous expeditions. They know the risks, just as every warrior does when he lifts his sword.”

Tiredness and guilt swamped her. “Let’s get cleaned up and change.”

As they strode side by side down the corridor, Colm was very quiet. The enormity of what had happened on the moon hit Honor. She felt a little shaky. It had been too close.

When they reached her cabin, she paused near her door. “Thanks for your help on the moon, Colm. Without you there⁠—”

“You might have died,” he bit out.

She pushed back the strands of hair that had escaped her hair tie. She really needed a shower. “I’ll clean up and change⁠—”

Suddenly, Colm pushed inside her cabin. With one large hand pressed to her chest, he backed her up against the wall. The door slid closed behind them. She looked up, ready to give him a mouthful, but his face made her pause.

He looked like a man possessed.

“Colm—”

“The wolf almost took your life.” He leaned down, pressing his face into her throat. She jumped at the contact. “It almost took you before I had the chance to touch you, before I tasted you⁠—”

Honor felt a flare of damp heat between her legs. “Colm⁠—”

He yanked at her enviro suit. “Off.”

She didn’t let herself think. Adrenaline was still surging through her veins, and her hands moved to help Colm remove the suit. It unfastened down the front then fell at her feet. She pushed at Colm’s fur coat, sliding it off his shoulders and baring his chest. All those intriguing muscles made her mouth water.

She smoothed her hands over the hard planes of his chest, then lower, over his abdomen. He growled.

Once her suit was off, he tore at her underclothes.

“Colm—”

“Quiet.” The word was barely understandable, his voice was so hoarse.

Mere moments later, Honor stood there, naked. Before she could say or do anything, he grabbed her, spun her, and tossed her on her bed. She landed on her hands and knees.

Her heart was hammering in her chest. She felt his hands at her legs, pushing them wider apart. God, she was bared to him.

His palms shaped her ass. As the shock of his warm touch speared through her, she looked over her shoulder and her stomach contracted.

He was a big, aroused barbarian warrior. His face was stark, set like stone, and in his eyes blazed a hunger…for her.

He was still wearing his tight leather trousers and they outlined an impressive, erect cock. She licked her lips.

He knelt by the bed, right behind her. She frowned…until she felt his hot breath on her inner thighs.