SEX ALIEN BARBARIANS

I was going to die on an alien planet, and honestly, that was fine.

My shuttle had crashed three days ago.

Emergency beacon was dead, supplies were running low, and the local wildlife seemed very interested in whether I was edible.

Earth was six months of hyperspace away, and nobody was coming to look for one missing cargo pilot.

So yeah. Dead woman walking.

I was stumbling through the luminous forest—because of course this planet had glowing trees, why wouldn’t it—when I heard voices.

Deep, resonant, definitely not human.

I should have hidden.

Instead, I collapsed against a tree trunk, too exhausted to care anymore.

Two figures emerged from the glowing foliage, and my brain short-circuited.

They were massive.

Easily eight feet tall, with broad shoulders and powerful builds that made me feel like a child. But it was their appearance that made me stare—their skin was a deep blue-grey that shimmered in the dim light, and intricate silver markings covered their bodies like living ta