Oh my God, she thought, pressing a warm hand to her even warmer face.She felt feverish.She supposed it could be due to the cancer…but it was also a possibility that it was due to the alien in front of her.
Those words he’d spoken to her…
He’d said, “Your cunt aches for your male.”
And, heaven help her, those naughty words had done things to her.
What the hell is happening to me? she panicked to herself silently.She felt flushed and lightheaded and strangely and intensely aroused, even though sex was the absolutelastthing she should be thinking about right then.
She froze.Had that damn doctor given her something to make her react like this?God, was she part of some alien breeding experiment after all?Hadn’t he said something about a human woman procreating with one of the Luxirians?
She was screwed.Royally screwed.She knew she shouldn’t have gotten her hopes up.And now, she might be in a worse situation, one she probably wouldn’t be able to get out of.
“Okay, look buddy,” she began slowly, eyeing the bulky, blue-eyed alien.It was the same one from the hallway…the one that had literally made her faint with one look.And he was just as potent, just asmale, as she remembered.It was even worse up close because she couldn’t escape from or hide this odd attraction to him.But she could damn well try.“I, uh, don’t want to have sex with you.No, uh, mating, okay?”
Smooth, her tired brain chastised.Real smooth.
His mouth pulled down into an almost thoughtful scowl, if that expression was possible.Slowly, he rasped, “I can smell your arousal, female.Does this scent mean something different to your males?”
Mortification burned her up even more when she fully processed the words his thick accent was butchering.Shit, he couldsmellhow turned on she was?
“I, um…I don’t…” she trailed off, speechless.Instead, curling her legs more tightly underneath her, her back pressed against the steel wall of the bedroom she was in, she changed the subject, hoping it would take his mind off of his inquiry, “Who are you?”
The Luxirian didn’t seem too thrown by her question, but he did study her silently for a brief moment before his hand slowly drifted away from his pants.Cecelia felt her shoulders relax, her eyes straying to his other hand, which was lying on the furs.He’d clutched her waist before she’d scrambled away and she remembered the strength, the warmth of him.His fingers—he had five, just like her, and she found a strange comfort in that similarity—were long and they tapered off into sharp black-tipped claws.
Suppressing a shiver, she asked, simply because his silence was making her jittery, “What’s your name?”
It seemed as if it took him great effort to say, “I am Rixavox, Ambassador of theVelraxaoutpost and an appointed war general to the Prime Leader of Luxiria.”
Cecelia stared at him.“Right,” she said slowly.It was all gibberish to her, but she tried to remember the key words, like Ambassador, war general, and Prime Leader.Privanax, that damn sneaky doctor, had mentioned an Ambassador and a Prime Leader, hadn’t he?
Wait.
Rixavox?Hadn’t Privanax said that was who would be escorting her to these northern lands to be…cleansed?
“You’re…you’re the one taking me to these pools tomorrow?” she asked slowly, fighting a blush.
He jerked his head in a nod.“Tev.”
Damn…what an awkward journey that would be.Terrific.
“What is your name, female?” he asked her, his voice making an unexpected shiver run down her spine.God, his voice sounded good, even with that thickened accent.It was warm and deep and raspy.
She cleared her throat, half-wishing that she wasn’t a sweaty mess right now as she held out her right hand.“My name is Cecelia.It’s, uh, very nice to meet you, Rixavox.”She pronounced his name like ‘rick-sa-vox,’ even though he’d added a little purring trill in there, which she didn’t think she could replicate.
When he stared at her hand between them, Cecelia flushed a little again and slowly lowered it.Of course, he probably didn’t know about shaking hands.Stupid, stupid, stupid.
His blue eyes locked on her again and he murmured, “Sessela.”
“Cecelia,” she repeated slowly.
“Sessela.”
Cecelia blinked and found herself unexpectedly charmed and flustered by the alien in front of her.How had that happened?
“Yes,” she said softly, her voice almost dropping to a whisper, her eyes unable to break away from his piercing, hypnotic gaze.“Sessela,” she said, giving in.
The air in the room felt heavy as they studied one another.When he nudged forward slightly, she caught whiff of something that resembled that glorious scent of rain on concrete.Something almost indescribable.But it made her inhale sharply as more wetness flooded between her thighs.
