“Lately, I haven’t had much of an appetite,” she admitted slowly, her voice low, as if her words displeased her.
“You must eat,” Rixavox grunted, tapping the controls so that the hovercraft would pilot itself for a short while, allowing him to care for his female.“Come.”
“You say that a lot you know,” she grumbled, exhaling a long breath.
Rixavox turned her around in his arms so he could look down at her pleasing face.Her grey eyes stared up at him and despite the chill in the air, her cheeks were tinged pink.His Instinct started to rouse within him to its full power, but he tried his hardest to tamp it back down into place.Hewas in control, not his Instinct.He needed to remember that if he would get through his time spent with her.
Still, he found his hand lingering on her waist and he had no intention of removing it.Not yet, at least.
“What do I say?” he questioned, his voice lowering, his tone becoming as gravelly and rough as the black sand that covered most of his planet.
“Come,” she said softly, her eyes locked onto his.Her cheeks turned that alluring color again, deepening the pink that already brushed her skin.
His cock pulsed against his lower hip and he shifted uncomfortably, feeling her soft word dance over him like a touch.Torture.This was torture, he realized.He’d never known what true torture was.
If he was not a Luxirian warrior, not an Ambassador, or a war general, she would be on her hands and knees right there on the hovercraft.Her tunic would be bunched around her slim waist, or even bundled up and discarded on the cold, metal floor.He was be rutting her from behind like a crazed animal because that was what his Instinct fantasized about.She would be thrashing and moaning her pleasure underneath him and he would spend his seed deep within her womb, planting their offspring in her body.
Rixavox began to purr, the image almost too tempting, toorightto resist.That heady lush smell that he’d thought was her arousal the span before rushed into his nostrils, making them flare.
Rixavox hissed and turned away, his muscles trembling from his need.Blindly, he searched for the pouch that Kat had handed his female before they departed, trying to clear that smell from his mind before he did something he couldn’t come back from.
He located the pouch and pulled the contents from within.Driedtrixavameat mostly.He frowned, wishing his female could have something more fresh and appetizing, but he knew that these were travel rations and nothing more.Fresh meat wouldn’t keep well during their half-span journey.
He opened his mouth to say the very word she’d accused him of saying too much…so he snapped his jaw and decided on, “You should eat.It will strengthen you.”
His female was watching him, clutching the fur he’d wrapped around her small body.She was beautiful to him, but compared to Kat’s body, it became apparent that Sessela was undernourished, something he intended to rectify during her stay atVelraxa.
“Alright,” she murmured, approaching.She glanced back over her shoulder at the controls and asked, “It will be okay without you?It is safe?”
“Tev,” he murmured, inclining his head.His hand found her waist again, guiding her to the ground to a sitting position, unable to help himself from touching her.“I would do nothing to endanger you.You are safe with me.”
Her lips parted slightly and she cast her gaze down at the dried meat he’d laid out for her.
“For some reason, I believe that,” she said, her voice barely a whisper over the wind.
Sessela’s words pleased him and his chest puffed out slightly, his spine straightening.
He sank down next to her, his back against the sharp edge of the hovercraft, trying to block at least some of the wind from cutting her.Rixavox nudged her closer until her thigh was touching his, testing his own self-control.
He held a long strip of driedtrixavabefore her lips and her gaze flickered to it before eyeing him.
She cleared her throat.“Aren’t you hungry?You should eat this.”
A part of him felt insulted.As if any Luxirian would eat before his mate was satisfied.He almost snorted, the idea was so ridiculous to him.
She does not know the ways of our people,he reminded himself.
Slowly, he murmured, “Nix.You eat this.You eat first.Always.”
Before she could say anything else, he tore off a small, bite-sized piece oftrixavaand pressed it softly to her lips.Slowly, while watching him, Sessela parted her mouth and Rixavox’s pupils dilated at the sight of her pink, slick tongue.
He swallowed his groan as she ate the piece.Rapt, he watched her delicate jaw flex as she chewed.
Swiftly, he tore off another piece and this time, Sessela seemed more shy as he tried to coax her into eating again.
“I can feed myself,” she murmured.“You don’t have to—”
“I wish to,” he said, voice thick.“It…pleases me.”
