Lihvan almost laughed.What did he know about mating?Absolutely nothing.
His shameful secret, that none but him knew, was that he’d never mated with a female in his life.It was unheard of, especially for a Luxirian.Their race revered the elementals: food, war, and sex.It was why Lihvan had kept it to himself.After he’d been scarred, after his horn had been chipped, females rarely showed interest, even with his high status and rank as not only an Ambassador, but a war general.
Of course, the Jetutian virus that wiped out most of their females and rendered the remaining ones infertile certainly hadn’t helped.But Rixavox and Cruxan, two fellow Ambassadors that he considered brothers, still managed to have their share of females, Luxirian and otherwise.
So, as he looked at Beks, at war with his body and Instinct, he wondered if he would even be able to bring his female pleasure.He was inexperienced.And she was not even of his kind.
“It’s gone up, like, twenty degrees in here,” she murmured, eyeing him.She licked her lips and Lihvan began purring before he made an effort to stop.He may not have experience when it came to mating, but his Instinct knew what it would do.
Lihvan pictured Beks on her hands and knees.He imagined how it would feel to be buried in her hot cunt, to feel her around him until he lost his mind at the pleasure.He wanted to take her hard.Lihvan had always been so tightly controlled, always the logical one, the sensible one…but when he thought of mating his female, he wanted to mark her, bite her.He wanted to hear her screaming his name, wanted to give her so much pleasure that she became as mindless as him.He wanted to shoot his seed so deep inside her that she would always feel him there.
A sweet, musky scent filled the air and when he inhaled, he groaned, his pupils dilating, his fists clenching.It was her arousal.She was getting aroused, probably in response to the pheromones his own body was giving off.His Instinct had chosen her as a compatible Breeding partner, but his gut told him that she was somethingmore.They would respond to one another.It was only natural.
Beks lips parted, her eyes going slightly glassy.“Lihvan…”
With a growl, Lihvan pushed off the floor of the cave and said, “I am going to find something to make into a weapon.I will return shortly.”
“But—”
He turned his back, practically stumbling down the tunnel to the open clearing.He felt drunk on her arousal and he needed fresh air to clear his hazy mind.When he reached the entrance of the cave, he drew in deep, greedy breaths and let the biting cold numb his body and calm his blood.
The planet was a nightmarish place…but he was thankful for the intense chill that sank into his bones.He needed focus.
When he felt his control return, he ventured into the howling, frosted winds.Always keeping an eye on the entrance of the cave to make sure Beks was safe, he searched for something he could make a spear or dagger with.He would need to hunt once the sun rose.If the Jetutians found them, he would also need a weapon to defend his female with.
Once he located a stone he remembered from his hunting spans, he collected it and returned to the cave.He wouldn’t be able to make a throwing spear, but it would do nicely for a sharp dagger, once he carved it to precision.
Beks was watching the fire when he returned and he felt a measure of guilt that he’d bolted out so quickly.He’d never been a coward and he didn’t want to start being one now.
He sat down with his back against the cave wall, near her.
“I apologize, female,” he murmured quietly.“I need to clear my mind sometimes.I do not like feeling my control slip.”
An emotion he couldn’t recognize flashed in her eyes.“You need to be in control all the time?”
“What makes me a good war general and warrior is that I always have control…over my mind and body.Without it, I am nothing but a thoughtless beast, acting on impulse.”
Beks looked at him for a long time before she murmured, “That might not be a bad thing every now and again.”
Lihvan inhaled sharply.Mere moments ago, he’d returned to her and already, he was losing it.Vrax, he cursed, grabbing at a water crystal so he could start carving a weapon.Dark desires danced in his veins, quickening his blood and heart.He needed a distraction.
They lapsed into silence.Every single moment made Lihvan’s cock grow harder and harder until he feared that it would rip through his leg coverings.Never in his entire life had he been this aroused and for so long.It was a constant state around his female and for a moment, he took pity on Vaxa’an.His friend and the Prime Leader of Luxiria had probably suffered the same unrelenting condition while courting his human mate.
Lihvan had just managed to shape a rough version of his weapon when Beks asked, “Are you thirsty?” Lihvan slid his eyes to her.“This water is cooled down.”
She held up the notched stone and Lihvan saw the clear water.Beks lifted it and approached him on her knees when he nodded.Her full, tantalizing breasts swayed with her motion and Lihvan swallowed a groan.
“You first, female,” he commanded when she reached him.He helped her steady the stone as she tipped it slightly, taking a mouthful of the liquid.“More,” he murmured.
Obediently, she took another sip.Then she tipped it forward for him and he drank the water, never taking his eyes off her.Something settled in his bones, a simple and intense satisfaction, just by sharing something necessary with his female.It called to him, the rightness of it.
Beks lifted the stone away and set it back on the ground.Before she returned to the fire, she eyed the drop of water that spilled from the corner of his mouth and swiped it up with her finger…before sucking it clean.
Lihvan couldn’t contain his groan that time and he closed his eyes.
Control, control, control, he told himself.He’d told her the truth on board the Luxirian vessel.If they ever mated, he didn’t think he could let her go.If he lost control…their mating would be inevitable, the proper Luxirian customs be damned.For both of their sakes, he couldn’t afford to spiral.
But he had never seen a more tempting sight.
