What the hell? she wondered, dazed, and not for the first time.Something was going on with her.She didn’t know what, but did she really want to spend the mental energy trying to figure it out?
Instead, she did as he asked and stayed in his arms.
She told herself it was because she got a better view of Luxiria from the control console.
Truthfully, she stayed in his arms because he felt good.
And because she damn well wanted to.
EIGHT
Rixavox struggled.
Oh, how he struggled…
He’d completed Luxirian military training, which was regarded as the most grueling and intense of all the training traditions in their Quadrant.It was why Luxirian warriors were widely sought after during times of war and battle…because they were simply the best.And with good reason.
He’d endured extreme heat and extreme cold on strange, alien planets during his mercenary rotations.He’d endured whips and blade and burns and poisonous atmosphere and a torture session or two when he’d allowed himself to be captured by enemies for strategic purposes.
Yet, nothing was more unbearable than feeling his mate’s lush body pressed into him and not being able to do anything about it.
Rixavox knew he was a glutton for pleasure.Sex was one of his weaknesses, as it was for all Luxirians.They were a hedonistic race and they made no apologies about it.
They were also an honorable race.They believed in loyalty and honesty and truth.Deceit and lying took too much energy better spent on other pursuits.
He’d given Privanax his word as a Luxirian warrior that he would not have sex with his fated mate during her stay atVelraxa…until she was cured of herhellixaxava.It was perhaps the hardest oath he’d ever given, but he knew that her health was a priority.
And he would stick to his word, just as any Luxirian warrior would.But it would be one of the hardest things he’d ever do.
Hell, a part of him still doubted that he’d be able to keep his treacherous hands off her, mostly because he was constantly at war with his Instinct over the matter.He’d never felt this out of control over his own actions before.
“Are Luxirians always this quiet?”
His female’s sinful voice teased him, jarring him from his thoughts.His cock pulsed in his leg coverings, as it had been doing the entire span.He’d tried to keep his lower half from touching her, just in case she got frightened like she had the previous span at the command center.He didn’t want to misread a situation again with her, so he erred on the side of caution.
“Quiet?” he grunted, trying not to inhale her tantalizing scent.The time he spent in her company, which would be a lot until he returned her to the Golden City, would be a test of his control.He might as well get used to it.
“You don’t talk much,” she pointed out.“All Luxirians don’t seem to talk much actually.”
“I have not heard you speak much,” he said.
“Well, it might be a very one-sided conversation,” she said, a strange, almost teasing lilt in her voice.
Did humans males speak a lot?Did she find him…lacking in his way?
He frowned.“You wish to speak?”
“No, I was simply wondering…” she murmured, trailing off.“Never mind.Just ignore me.”
Her dismissal didn’t sit well with him.He felt like he was failing her in some way.When the silence stretched on, he found himself murmuring, “Are you hungry?Do you wish to eat?”
He felt her shake her head against the middle of his chest.“No, I’m not hungry.”
“How often must humans eat?” he wondered, trying to think back to when Kat would take her meals and how much she ate at each one.He hadn’t particularly taken notice before and he chastised himself for it now.
“Typically?” she asked, cocking her head to the side.“It depends on the…human, I guess.Usually three times a day, sometimes more, sometimes less.”
That many meals?he wondered, tugging at one of his horns.A peculiar feeling of shame crept over him.He had no idea how to provide for her.
