“I will not be taking you back.Not until…” he trailed off, not even sure what he would say.
Not until he was certain.
But certain about what?
He didn’t know.
Again, he felt…unhinged, that taut thread slowly unraveling.
But then he stilled.Because for the first time, he realized that he felt no pain.For the first time, he realized he wasn’t trying to keep the visions at bay because there were no visions.Usually, they would rise and bubble up in his chest before bursting, like intense white light, in his mind.Usually, Vikan would have to strain and fight against them until they dissipated, which only led to that pain he dulled withyikava.
For once, there was no impending pressure in his mind.His shoulders were relaxed, his muscles loosened.
His lips parted as he studied the female in front of him.A strand of her dark hair curled over her cheek with the unseen wind, but her green eyes stared back at him.It was because of her, he realized with a start.His body and mind and Instinct were at peace in her presence.
Vikan let out a purr and Taylor shifted at the sound of it, flat white teeth flashing when she began to nibble on her lip.
“I will not be taking you back,” he rasped, edging towards her.She straightened, her eyes flickering from him to around the hovercraft as if looking for a place to hide.“Not yet.”
“You have to,” she said, the tone of her voice rising higher and higher.“They’ll be leaving…” she trailed off when he stepped close enough that he could scent her and he breathed her into his lungs further, just as he would theyikava.
His eyelids fluttered closed, his mouth watering with need.Fates, she smelled like a crisp morning on the coast of the silver sea.Light and delicious and dizzying.
“Vaxa’an will not send the vessel away without you, female,” he found himself murmuring, his voice going thick as he looked down at her.He heard the way her heart began to race in her chest.“I promise you this.”
“Vikan…” she murmured and he detected nervousness.“I don’t think you should—”
She cut herself off when he brushed back that maddening strand of hair from her cheek before rubbing it between his fingertips.It was soft and thick and lush.He wondered what it would feel like dragging across his flesh, or what it would look like spread across his furs.
Vikan felt himself slipping.His eyelids went heavy, his cock thickening from its semi-hard state until it pulsed against the seam of his leg coverings powerfully.He almost groaned.He’d forgotten how heady and potent sexual arousal was.
“What did you dream of,luxiva?” he rasped down to her.
She inhaled sharply through her nose, her widened, astonished gaze meeting his and holding.Fates, she had beautiful eyes.Green with streaks of silver from the moonlight.
Under her thin tunic, he saw her nipples tighten and Vikan let out another purr, barely restraining himself from cupping her there.His female possessed soft curves that threatened to undo him.
Her eyes were slightly unfocused when she whispered, “What?”
“What did you dream of?” he repeated softly.“When I came to you this night, I smelled your arousal.Your cunt was wet and aching for your male, was it not?”
Taylor gasped and she shook her head, like she was trying to clear the fog he knew too well.But even then, Vikan’s nostrils flared because he scented her again, hints of her interest and the memory of her dream.
“N-no, we have more to…to talk about,” she said, but her voice was nothing more than a husky whisper.
Vikan brushed his roughened fingertips down her exposed arms, from the hem of the shortened sleeves of her tunic all the way to her slim wrists, where he encircled them easily.He groaned at the softness and warmth of her skin.
Taylor let out a shuddering breath at his touch, her eyelids closing for a brief moment before snapping open.She felt it too.The pull.The need.The connection.It was undeniable and almost impossible to resist.
“Tell me,” he murmured, dipping his head closer to her ear.Her scent was growing stronger, her arousal making his head swim with pleasure.“Were we mating, female?Was I taking your cunt hard and strong, or soft and slow?”
A small whimper sounded from her throat and she swayed towards him for a brief moment.
“Or, perhaps,youwere takingme,” he amended, his cock throbbing at the thought.
“I—I…” she tried.
“There have been more dreams,tev?” he asked.“Many more before this night.”
