Slight movement caught his eye, a fluttering beneath her lids.In a flash, they shot open and gray eyes met his own.
His female gasped, startled by his nearness.She jerked her body to move away but Rixavox reacted purely on Instinct.He snagged her against his chest,needingto keep her close.He almost groaned, the feeling of her soft skin on his hard, scaled flesh was…indescribable.For some reason, the Fates had blessed him.Perhaps they had finally forgiven his family for their past sins.
His female struggled against him, but he refused to let her go, perhaps an error on his part, considering he was a strange male to his mate.She did not understand the ways of the Luxirians, how possessive they could be.
“Ta rix l’an,” he told her in his language.He remembered she didn’t know Luxirian and translated, “Do not fear me, female.”
He had not had the opportunity to practice his English very much.He’d had a handful of conversations with Kat, mostly about what his outpost was like, since it was the opposite of the Golden City.But it didn’t matter.He would master her language, so that he could better communicate with her.The words felt strange in his mouth, but soon, they would fall as naturally from his tongue as Luxirian.
“W-who are you?” his female said and Rixavox’s heart actually stuttered in his chest.
Fates, her voice…
It was like a pleasure drug.Her voice was soft, sensual, and unbelievably erotic.It swept over him like the red smoke oftevvax, fogging his mind and thickening his cock in his leg coverings.
He’d been in her presence mere moments and already he was the most aroused he’d ever been in his life span.
“I will not harm you, female,” he said, his voice coming out roughened from lust.He swallowed past the knot in his throat, telling himself not to frighten her, and continued, “You fell.We brought you here to rest.”
Even though his Instinct fought him, Rixavox slowly unwrapped his arms from around her, hoping that she wouldn’t dart away at the first opportunity.Courting a Luxirian female was simple enough, at least before the Plague.They were a carnal, warrior race.They worshipped two things above all else: fighting and fucking.It hadn’t been uncommon for couplings to happen within the first few moments of meeting, if the two Luxirians were attracted to one another.
With human females, however…Rixavox didn’t know.They were an alien race, a newly discovered species from a Quadrant that very few even had the resources to reach.What were their mating customs?How could Rixavox court her?
His female remained where she was on the sleeping platform, but slowly pushed herself up to a sitting position, her legs tucked underneath the lush swells of her behind.Even though Rixavox had removed his arms, he had no intention of moving away.Perhaps she felt he was crowding her, but at the very least, his Instinct demanded his nearness.He could feel the warmth of her this close and this soothed him.
“Where…” she started, in that voice that made his gut clench, “where are the others?”
“The other females?” Rixavox questioned.“They remain in their quarters.You will recover your strength here.”
She was looking at him warily, with gray eyes that he felt deep in the center of his chest.He felt his spine straighten as she studied him.Rixavox had never had trouble courting females…he was a strong warrior, a war general, and an Ambassador to his outpost,Velraxa.
Her gaze dropped down to his bare chest, her eyes flickering over the scars he wore proudly, before stopping on the metal bar that pierced through both his nipples, a rite of passage for any male that completed warrior training.
His female’s lips parted and a strange color bloomed over her cheeks.When Rixavox drew in a breath to question what that meant, he froze, every single muscle in his body tensing.A heady, yet delicate scent began to permeate the air, rendering him incapable of thought.His Instinct recognized it for what it was.
His female was aroused.She was aroused from looking at his body.
A purring growl thrummed through him and he leaned even closer.He heard a slight hitch in her breath and her voice came out as a soft rasp, “What are you doing?”
“Your cunt aches for your male,” he murmured in a daze, clasping his hand around her waist.His female gasped, stilling under his touch, her widened eyes flickering back and forth between his.The room filled with more of her scent, confirming his thoughts.Perhaps humans were like Luxirians in their mating customs.“You wish to mate here?”
Sweet Fates, hewouldtake her right there, right then if she wished it of him.Even though in the back of his mind he knew that Vaxa’an would bring Kat back any moment…even though he knew what he was doing was foolish and going against the explicit orders of his Prime Leader, Rixavox didn’t care.Nothing mattered anymore except forher.
How odd it was…to have his life span completely altered in the space of moments.
Already, he was reaching down to loosen his leg coverings, his cock so swollen and hard that he feared it might rip through the material.
His female made an odd squeaking noise and shuffled back on the sleeping platform, even more color flooding her skin.“What are you doing?” she demanded, her voice high-pitched.What did that mean?Was she frightened?Surprised?
Had he misread her interest?
Vrax, Rixavox thought, his hand stilling immediately.
Vrax, vrax, vrax!
FOUR
Cecelia stared at the broad-shouldered alien that was kneeling next to the bed in shock, his hand frozen just above his leather pants, where she could see a very distinct outline of a very massive alien cock.Or at least what she assumed was a cock.It was also entirely possible it was a third arm.
