"My Second Spear," the Trixikka lowers his head. "Your mate had just finished-"
"Telling him all about the wonderful hut you're making me!" I say, moving forward and trying to shove Mav backward out the doorway. He doesn't budge an inch and looking up at him, I see his gaze still fixed over my head at the poor Trixikka behind me. "Hey," I say, reaching up to cup his jaw and redirect his attention back down to me. "Come on, you gonna show me? Is it finished?"
He doesn't move or say anything for what feels like ages. Instead, he just stares at me with his beautiful golden eyes. Only when his gaze drops further do I realize my other hand is still resting on his abdomen where I'd been trying to shove him back out of the hut. His skin is warm and the firm muscle beneath my touch is tense, not to mention the skin-stars that are bursting out all over from beneath my fingers, some climbing up over his abs and chest, some dripping and spiraling low, giddily dancing their way down to his loincloth.
I bite my lip. Why do I find them fascinatingly attractive? Without thought or permission, my hand that had directed his gaze drops from his jaw to join the other one, pressing lightly to his stomach. I don't look up at him, but I know he's watching me intently - I hear the way he sucks in a breath when I begin to softly drag my fingertips over the skin of his stomach, just above the waistband of his loincloth, marveling at the jump of his muscles and the way his little skin lights follow my touch like ripples of water or sprinkles of glitter.
"Are theseall over?" I hear myself ask out loud. I hadn't meant to - had only wanted to muse the question in my mind before my traitorous lips decided to speak them into existence.
Mavyx grunts softly from above, his huff fanning over me, and I can imagine how we both look right now - with me fascinated by him, and his frame hunched over mine, with him equally fascinated by me.
I mean,arethese skin-twinkles all over, though? If I were to touch his cock, is it going to light right up like a glow stick? I'm guessing by the size of what he must be packing, you could land a plane at night with that thing. A giggle threatens to burst out of me at the mental image of the Trixikka trying to direct air traffic by waggling their glow-in-the-dark dicks around. I bite my lip to stop my amusement from showing, but I don't think I'm winning that particular battle right now.
Something shifts from behind me and I realize I'd forgotten all about the poor Trixikka Protector who had been tasked with watching over me. Judging by the way Mavyx tenses, he had too.
"Leave," he commands without looking at his warrior, his golden gaze still firmly locked on me. His frame hunched over mine, head bowed as he stares down like I’m the most fascinating thing on this whole damn planet. The Trixikka does as he is bid, only to come up short when he approaches us, trying to get past Mav's huge body while it still blocks the doorway. I start to pull my fingers away from his abdomen since we'll need to move out of the way. But I'm stopped when Mavyx's big hands cover mine, pressing my touch into his skin more firmly. His eyes flick briefly to the flustered male trying to follow his orders and escape before they return to me. Mavyx doesn't step out of the way, though. Instead, he tucks one wing in tighter - a little awkwardly. The movement only allows the slightest bit of room for the other male to get by, but he squeezes through and flees as quickly as he can.
I swallow thickly and blink up at Mavyx, but he only continues to stare; to study my face like it was some kind of detailed artwork with meaning unknown.
"Yes," he finally says, his hands pressing mine more firmly into the muscles of his stomach as though he fears I'll try to pull away.
My head feels like it's full of feathers. "Yes?"
What were we talking about again?
"Yes, my skin-stars are all over," he tells me, leaning closer - so impossibly close, I can feel the warmth from his huge body licking at my skin as his tail gently wraps around my calf. "Would you like to see?"
My lips part and I just blink up at him for a moment. Two moments. Three. Too many moments for me to be standing here like an idiot thinking about the special features of the big guy's fun-parts.
Iknowthat thing is big too. It'sgotto be. Now, to top it all off, he's telling me it's pretty as well?
Why do I feel like a moth getting drawn to a-... to a light-up dick?
Mavyx watches intently as I wet my lips, my pulse feels like it's racing as fast as those little sparkles of multi-colored light that are traveling all over his massive body. "We're... we're not mates, Mavyx," I remind him gently. "We... we shouldn't-"
His golden gaze narrows. "We do not need to be mates for me to sate your curiosity about my body, or for you to sate mine."
"What areyoucurious about?"
Mavyx's eyes drop leisurely down my frame, and I try to will away any kind of self-consciousness I feel about my shape and appearance. I'm a big girl. I'm getting bigger. I haven't been to a salon, looked in a mirror, or worn makeup in weeks now. But the way this huge warrior is looking me over with clear hunger in his stare makes me forget all of that completely.
"I'm curious about all of you, my star," he murmurs low between us.
I can't help myself, I lean closer, my eyes locked on his full lips as I force myself to whisper, "I'm not your star, Mavyx." The slight upturn of one corner of his mouth lets me know he doesn't believe that. And, in this moment, when my head is clouded with his proximity, I'm not sure I do either.
One larger, neon pink skin-star catches my eye as it zips up from where Mavyx still presses my hands to his warm flesh, the little light bobbing, dodging, and pulsing here and there. The star climbs the hard plains of his chest, dances along his collarbone, curves over his shoulder and bicep to trail down his forearm where it tucks itself under his wrist like it was trying to get back to my hands.
"What exactly are you suggesting?" I ask, still staring at where he keeps my palms pressed against him. "I show you mine, if you show me yours?"
Mavyx chuckles softly but releases my hands, letting them slide off his abdomen. "I'll show you anything you like, my star-" I throw a glare up at him for the use of that pet name again, but that only makes his smirk grow in size - which is kind of irritating to me. The big jerk.
"You don't even like me, Mavyx. You're just being all flirty because of -" I gesture to the firework display currently erupting over his heart, "- these." I need to remember that. I need to keep reminding myself that if his alien biological clock didn't start ringing out the horny-alarm around me, then we'd probably be at each other's throats.
Mavyx grunts and releases the hold his tail has on me, but I notice it flicks with agitation when not wrapped around my leg. His big shoulders rise and fall a few times with his breaths as he stares down at me. That stupid smirk fades from sight, and unexplainably, I want to do or say something to put it back there. His eyes drop to my rapidly swollen belly for a brief moment before the muscle in his jaw jumps. "Come," he says gruffly, jerking his head for me to follow. "Let me show you your new hut."
CHAPTER 17: MAVYX
I try not to let my tail droop as we walk. Ah-Lanah is correct in her words about my heart-stars - they are the force that seems to command my every action and thought this past season. She is wrong about one thing, though. I do like her. I like her more than I have ever liked another being. She has the ability to annoy the feathers right off my wings, yes - but somehow, I like that too.
