Barbarians of the Dying Sun by Aya Morningstar

I was abducted. Taken. Claimed.

He’s a teal-skinned alien who thought he was rescuing me–of all things–but on his brutal and unforgiving world, rescuing me means he owns me. To make things worse, his claim on me is the only thing keeping me alive.
No one is stronger or fiercer than my new alien owner. He wears nothing but a loincloth, which barely covers his muscular body. His weapon of choice is a “skullspear,” which he uses to poke through the skulls of any male he tries to touch me. I don’t know exactly what he’s packing underneath that loincloth, but he’s not at all shy about letting me know what he’d like to do to me with it.

As frustrating and overbearing as he can be, I need his protection. The sun is dying, and the whole world with it. To survive, plants and animals have all evolved to become as deadly as possible. Even the women have come to be just as strong–and masculine–as the men, which means that my soft curves and full chest make me pretty much the most attractive thing on this whole damn planet.
As strong as he is, I have no idea how we are going to survive when the whole world is out to get me. The only thing I know is that he’s going to protect me with a fierce intensity which burns brighter than the dying sun.