Her eyes were blue, similar to his own, though she had white surrounding their color. Her features were delicate, her nose was small, her lips lush and pink. Her skin was pale, little dark dots peppering her cheeks and the bridge of her nose.
And her hair…
Fates, her hair was the color of fire embers, unlike anything he’d ever seen before.
She washis.
Kirov purred low in his throat and, still acting on Instinct, wrapped his arm just beneath her lush breasts. Later, he would curse himself. Later, he would wonder where his mind had been.
But right then, he could think of nothing but her and the knowledge that she was his fated mate.
“Luxiva,” he growled softly, down to her, noting that she only came up to the middle of his chest.Vrax, how tiny she was. “Vellixa.”
Beautiful.
His head jerked back when she screamed, his muscles tightening at the harsh sound. His ears rung.
“Female!” he rasped.
“Let go of me!” she screamed, bucking against his body, though she didn’t budge him. “Let go of me!”
Kirov’s mind froze. Unfortunately, so did his body, so he didn’t do as his female requested. If anything, his arms locked tighter, more in fear that she would slip out of them and away from his reach forever.
In the distance, he heard a male sprinting towards them. Kirov’s head snapped up. It was Vixron, the warrior that had been assigned to the human females, as their guard.
Vrax!
Kirov couldn’t help but growl at the sight of him. And his reaction was shocking. It was his Instinct, he realized, threatened by another male, so close to his female when she was unmated and unmarked.
Kirov shook himself, straightening, but not releasing his grip on hisluxiva.
Vixron drew up short, his eyes narrowing, as he took in the sight before him. The red-haired female stopped struggling in his arms when she saw Vixron and jealousy cut through Kirov like a blade.
Did she trust this male, over him?
Then his female snapped, “Well, it’s about time! What if I was being kidnapped or murdered? Talk about a lackluster response time!”
Kirov’s brows knitted together and Vixron straightened at the female’s words.
“You are…unharmed?” Vixron asked hesitantly, his eyes flitting to Kirov, wariness evident in his gaze, his hand hovering over the weapon sheathed at his hip.
Kirov growled darkly at the implication. “Remember who I am, warrior,” he said, his tone measured and careful. Which surprised him because Kirov felt anythingbutmeasured and careful.
He felt…unhinged. Wild. Reckless. Like nothing made sense anymore.
Vixron’s spine snapped at the words, words Kirov purposefully spoke in English, his female’s language, though the language, which he’d rarely used, still felt muddled on his tongue.
“Yes, Ambassador,” Vixron addressed, lowering his head just slightly as he greeted him. Not as low as Vixron would greet Vaxa’an, but still low enough to show respect for Kirov’s high rank. “Forgive me.”
It took until that moment for Kirov’s mind to catch up to the situation. And it looked bad. Very bad.
There he was, naked, hard for the female struggling in his arms, and his cum, which had covered his own body after he’d orgasmed, now covered her tunic. Some even glimmered off the flesh of her inner arm, from when she’d fought against him.
A savage, primal part of Kirovcravedthat sight,neededto mark her further with his cum. Oh, the wicked ways he would do it…
The logical,somewhatintelligent part of Kirov knew that unless he acted fast, this situation could spin out of control.
Though he loathed it, Kirov released the red-haired female immediately, making sure she was steady on her feet before letting her go completely. He felt the loss of her touch like a physical ache and he clenched his fists to keep from reaching out for her.
